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I stare blankly at him
To show that my feelings are dim
I didn’t utter a word
Knowing it’ll just hurt like a sword

He asked me why I’m like this
That my face once full of bliss
Has been taken away abruptly
To a different world unknowingly

There was a moment of silence
A moment that was filled with tense
A silence that no one dares to break
For each other’s sake

The look on his face struck me
His eyes showing deep sympathy
He knows what he have done wrong
That I’ve been hiding all along

I turned around and walk away
I know he can’t stop me today
He said he doesn’t want to be left
But I don’t want to be with someone deaf

My feelings for him weren’t real
Our relationship seems like a deal
He should’ve known so he wasn’t broken
With my words left unspoken
I don't associate well with anti-Christs,
false prophets,
and freelance pharisees.

I don't concur with tax collectors
and their dreaded ideas
to wrench the world of its money.

A friend once told me
I am ******* heartless.

She's never met these people before.
Remember when we did,
And I bit my tongue hitting my chin on the concrete
And we laughed,
        Well you did,
I lost a lot of blood,
From hitting my chin on the concrete
        And we laughed.
You were showing your chest to strangers
        I was a stranger too,
Then I crashed into your mouth tongue first
       And yes, it was still ******.
Your hair got stuck in the garbage disposal
Hands caught in my zipper,
       But I helped you.
I stumbled on your leather jacket
You wrote love notes on my skin
And the sun snickered.
The strangers watched us
On the bathroom floor
The ****** a gold wrapper
I lost it, but we didn’t care,
        Well I didn’t.
The bathroom tile is nicer than concrete
But you still bruised your knees
        And we laughed.
There was a bite mark on my neck,
        It swelled and I liked it.
I hit you but didn’t mean it,
We broke the bed but didn’t mean it,
And yes, this is a second time but didn’t mean it.
And you were drunker than before,
I was trapped in a box,
        But it was just the headboard falling.
There were bruises on my collarbone.
You saw them and we laughed,
        But that was the last time
        Cause he called
        And I bit my tongue off
        When he found out
        Cause his ring meant nothing
        And you don’t talk anymore
        Well not to me
        But I laugh
        Cause you forgot
        This is your fault
It's strange when you help someone cheat...
I've got these ink stained hands

untouchable, unwashable

even by the sands of time

ink stained by my words

Words I say, Words I write, Words I hold

words written on the page

concealed within my heart

The words I still hold

ink rubbed off from my

hands,my heart, my soul



Seen by many, Understood by none

fallen on the deaf , the blind, the dumb

fallen on the ground, slipping through the streets

in between the cracks

left to walk back and forth

left inside its crying cradle

Yearning to be with more



    Words that I hold

no matter how heavy ,

no matter how long

I'm Atlas,holding on as long

as I can-

Until I let go-

and I watch them spill out from my hands

to those loose leaf pages

margins too small

filled with words with the beating sweat of my palms

Sweat smeared pages so sweet

It's a living, breathing, part of me

So Spoiled

Sitting there so comfortably

disreagrading the silly lines that try to keep them neat



No more lines left on the leaf

no more words spilling out from me

left in this body

Sealed and Shut



I can't do it

I give up



-CQR
I wonder if people would
Touch me if they knew the places that
My hands have been, what hearts they've
Held and crushed and cradled, what words
They write when they are lonely
And how I am afraid of the spaces between
My         Own        Fingers
There's something weighing on me,
     I don't know what it is.

Depression? Loneliness? Lostness?
     Longing? Anger? Fear?

I thought I gave up trying to figure it out,
     Now I just carry it around,
          a monkey on my back.

I'm a hopeless loveless lover
     moping about with all my futile
          daydreams of romance.

I thought I gave up those adolescent hopes,
     Now I just carry it around,
          a flower in my pocket.

It's like some old cliche romantic movie,
     The hero laying on his couch
          alone with wine and jazz.

I don't think I like this flick
     Somebody change the channel
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