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vivien-jae-maya
vivien-jae-maya
Canadian I wouldn't call myself a poet in any sense, but I believe that there are times I must let word guide thought instead of allowing my normally rampant and rambling mind to direct my language. These bits and scraps are some of the results of those times.
You're tired and slow As the autumn rain moans Turn the clock back an hour Spend the night on your own At first your voice was full of laughter And liquor and smoke You had another good hour Then gave up to go home I've got a crack in the mirror It didn't make me a saint To lose an hour of luck To lose an hour of day I thought I gave you all up But always start to hesitate I know I'll never really need you, but My mind keeps playing these games. 'Cause I'm a dreamer and seeker Give me a warm, mild winter I awake to the darkness And let the cold air seep in This was a time to forget Let the long nights begin Someday I won't remember any of this But, I just wish I knew when.
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
Savings Time
I'm feeling pretty broken down This morning. I woke with the Sun But my bones aren't working. I've fallen in love With the smokey feeling So what can I do now But stare at the ceiling? Now I'm slowly walking home And I can't see in the light. Should wash this out of my hair No sleep for me tonight. That's just the truth of it Forgive my forgeries Please bring the rain To come and purge me I hid my lies Within my honesty This air is poison The poison that will cure me. I was silent as I walked Silent as I lay Some disease of my mind Though I don't know the name Her head down below Heat between my legs. But all that I lust for Are the fumes That rot my brain. She left alone As I lay there asleep I didn't want her back Not for anything She was a lie And she always will be I can't go back there Back to the edge of the city It left me stranded But I don't I care now. All I want is the smoke And the water To drag me back down.
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
Foggy Last Nights
Stars and moons aren't meant to walk In the lives of Sun and men. Greying evening gates will dim and bind Keeping them apart. My pale moon flesh Twisted, wrought with sickness Wakes and sleeps only with stars, While my lover and Sun Dream in slumber's throes. No rest is found in darkness For sickly night shadows of day men And so, no sleep will come to me On this night, or any other. As my mind and body grow restless, Begging my lover to wake with moons, Greying gates dim further. Stars and sleepless night creatures will sadly learn, that "I will never rest with the Sun."
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Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
Insomnia
My body, to you, is the ultimate insult. "You throw worse than HER," Is enough to make you deny profusely, Your nostrils flaring with rage and shame. Because you believe it's not acceptable to be worse, Than me. My body, to you, is the standard of weakness. To have a weaker pitch, a softer heart, a shorter stride, a higher laugh, Are all disgustingly intolerable. And all because you attribute these things, To me. To hear a man be called a 'dick' Is no extraordinary thing. But you believe that the most grotesque, ***** foul word you can use against another, Is a word that describes the most intimate part, Of me.
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Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 11:34 PM UTC
My body
I can twist I can writhe You can be the one to make me I will shiver I will gasp Wrap around you as you take me I can see That you are mine You can watch and I will guide you Make me climb Until I fall Shaking as I lay beside you.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
Fall
In the morning's light her cold skin glows. You shiver and turn, pressing your body against her. She feels your coarse hands running down the length of her body... Your lips roam and pause at the base of her neck. She shudders, but only a tiny moan escapes. Down, down She's gone cold again.
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Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
Blue
I want to creep across window panes whispering frozen words into cracked glass. I wish to wrap around deadened roots; embracing their stony surface as the wind cries. I want to fly across continents carried by the arms of the soft breeze. If only I could feel that rush as I swirled through the air over forests and fields. I want to land on the soft cheek of one searching for shelter from bitter chill. But I am the dew, and for now I cling only to the ground. Here will I remain until the day's heat breaks my body, releasing me into the sky.
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May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 8:19 AM UTC
Were I the mist
In the lines of your hands I saw the traces of brown sediment And cool earth Embedded among the folds In the rush of your laugh I heard the croak of time The crackle of years of inhaled fumes The whisper of your smile In your eyes I felt the piercing gaze The blistering attempts The impossible struggle I felt all of it And as you lay there now I think of that gaze And wish to feel it again
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May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 5:47 AM UTC
It was yours
My mother was nothing but food for him My father a meal, not anything more The Flaming Giant has come to us His children arrive to pick our bones Neither snow of ash, nor rain of blood Can quench our thirst, our need to live Though we are drowned in burning pain The water is gone, the sky in flames He melts my flesh, destroys my mind The fume above blocks out the sun I go to stand, but only fall And wonder what hell I am in I hoped this could not be my life A nightmare in the summer heat But now I know that I am wrong Now I know the smoke is real I crawl, I drag toward her heart Whose beats have just begun to slow I hear the haunted screams inside They cry in fear for rain to come I reach my dear, and use my strength To speak to her for one last time Her thoughts begin to fade to black "She's gone!" I cry. She won't come back.
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Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
Waiting for rain