repercussions of words unspoken

The scent of the damp basement overpowers me,
clinging to my skin like a hard-earned sweat,
soaked in promises. Shivering, my mind aches
with a cerebral rewind. A mirror of myself
from years past stands before the pain.
She steps from shadowed light, smiling broadly.
Not this.
Not her. Not now.
I coax my mind to no avail, the button is stuck
on reverse and my eyes are dilated sunbursts.
Chanel mixed with the fragrance of spring dawn.
Her scent.
Not again.
Stop.
Precious creature, if only my lips would move,
they lie locked without breath.
The tape wears thin from repetition.
She turns, half waiting for me to speak.
Walking away seductively silent, leaving me
to bow my head in remembrance, and suffer
the repercussions of words unspoken.

 

untitled

I watched you die yesterday.
It may have been a daydream,
but I saw it none the less.
Walking fresh from the shower,
open windows allowing the cold in
to check my movements with steam.
I turned my head movie like,
a double take to see you on your knees,
silver magnum at your temple.
Tears, following the lines
of those that fell before them,
streaming down your cheek,
below the blue abyss of your eyes.
In a dream inside a dream I dove forward,
grabbed the gun, saved your life.
We lived happily ever after.
But let's be real. This is life.
I stood there,
bored by the suprise of it all,
waiting for the shot.
You caught my eyes,
saw my boredom,
and pulled the trigger.
The most beautiful thing followed.
Pale blue wall smeared with grey,
with crimson,
with white abstract pieces of skull.
My jaw dropped as I gazed.
My wall was art.
My wall became life.
My wall spoke of death,
but in a tongue I didn't understand.
Farewell brave soul,
you brought beauty to life.
Smeared cortex to represent the frail,
carrying my pieces along.

 

peeling back an assumption

you've seen my eyes
lets see what's in yours
lets have a peek behind the corrosion
just a glimpse
I want to know what you hold real

   "Judge me not by words stuck between
     pages, unwritten by my hand. Sentence
     me behind my eyes, look through shell
     and skin. Look for the real criminal
     stealing life from life to begin again."

perhaps (you prefer) to recall verses lost
from a day with a sun that followed you home
a time when your shadow cast longer, stronger
wear the lies you think I held
the pride you felt me swallow
suffocate yourself in my breath
lost in sweat and solitude
try the little looking glass
a path with funhouse smiles
something new for judgment day
write me down
another revision on who I am
adjustment to the face you've painted
the one I am unable to wear

 

cosmosis

As I lay in this patch of tall grass gazing into the star-filled
sky, summer sweats into early autumn with an almost frosty gust of wind that tickles the tiny blades playfully against my bare
feet. I am lost in wonderment at the ever changing portrait
above, just as I have been for countless nights before. The feel
of the soft earth underneath my splayed form cannot be
replicated by any man-made bed. This is home, and for me the
most relaxing way to lost myself in learning well into the small
hours. The harvest moon shifts ever so elegantly higher with
millions of shining possibilities encompassing all my eyes can
receive, and the occasional wisp of light grey cloud passes
cautiously as not to disturb this unmatched wonder. The
cosmos above is quite the chameleon, but never changing
enough to flaw the perfect complexion it possesses. Occasional
stars plummet from their seat and comets scream slowly across,
destination unknown, and I just lay back content to learn from
unfolding artwork before me.

 

questions [selfless]

Can you grab images from
behind the dilated rainbows
under my furrowed brow

Use your smile to reach inside
for the scars not visible on
my skin, but blatant on a soul
worn through

Will you touch my shaking hand,
the one that had laid to rest
all it has loved

Take the time for me to spin
the tales that created the shell
that stands before you

Did you accept the preconceptions
locked in your mind from lips
that were not my own

What will you bring to the table
of thought when the poker face will
not hide your heart from those
wanting to see the cards that make
you whole

Where will you be when you realize
that I am not just another stone

 

rainbow dancing

crystals shine
proposing
speckled sunlight
reflecting
upon barren walls
rainbow dancing
with hearts
tango beats
soothing
the caverns
of my mind
still dancing

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