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Delete my name
from your records
our stars aren't in alignment
at loggerheads are our thoughts

to compromise
we did try before
but we were too full of ourselves -
our relationship met with  quick demise
I rollover on the bed
face the wall
stare at the lines and cracks.

I give the wall a talking to,
tell me lies. I'll tell you my lies.

and i'm telling the wall,
the future looks bright. i'm planning
my own crazy, this time,

i use a black magic marker,
draw a wide rectangular
picture window across the white wall, then

sand, seashore, and sea stacks in the ocean.
can you smell the salt air?
i'm asking my wall.

don't look at me cracks,
like that.

the wall sighs,
and the bones of this old building
reply with a moan.

i'm inventing my own madness, so

look,
the sand pipers
are darting here and there
across the sand
avoiding the gentle lapping of the waves.

and the long wing shearwaters
flying low, gliding,
just barely above the tips of waves.

i'm planning my own foolishness.

some loves last for so long
like a song without a name
and you never know
when love will walk into a heart

and I'm going to run
far away
from sidewalk ledges
rooms with cracks in the wall,
far away from here.

and, Oh, wall, hang not the albatross around my neck.
I loved you dearly
Yet I forced you away
It was for the best
Yet I wish you’d stay
Why couldn’t things work out between us
 Feb 2 Lizzie Bevis
Nemusa
She shattered like a ripe pomegranate,  
its crimson seeds spilling  
on that frostbitten morning,  
where daylight carved truth  
into her skin,  
each ray a scalpel,  
each breath a confession.

Unraveled, she lay bare,  
a manuscript of scars,  
love’s futile battles  
etched in dried blood,  
bones jutting like the last  
frayed edges of a dream.

Tattoos inked in shadows,  
quivering black on alabaster,  
the ghost of him lingered,  
his fingerprints seared  
into her flesh,  
a haunting memory  
before the silence claimed him.

He was the prophet,  
the muse woven through lifetimes,  
departing like a forgotten flame,  
his whispers curling  
in the suffocating dark.  

We are all adrift,  
lost in the labyrinth of ourselves,  
struggling to stitch together  
the frayed seams of commitment.  
He extinguished his will to survive,  
lost in the wilderness  
of self-destruction.

Her belly, heavy with unspoken dreams,  
intoxicated by promises,  
the poison lingering from his kiss.  
She bottled his anguish,  
teardrops mingling with time,  
an elixir of shared stories,  
each drop a memory,  
each memory a shard of light.

Through the years,  
in the tapestry of shadows,  
somewhere we will meet again,  
forever my keeper,  
forever my ghost.
A 7 year oldie.
 Feb 2 Lizzie Bevis
Kai
Snap
Crunch
Snap
Crunch

Watching as you track back your trail
While I'm on your tail
Surrounded by trees
As you wanted to feel free
But you still feel the heavy weight on your shoulders as if your wrists are tied behind your back
As if your head is hidden behind a empty sack
You can't see if I'm here
But my breaths are impossibly clear
Leaves crunching beneath our feet
As my heart feels the feeling of heat

Stuck in my mouth beholds a taste of iron
As you had previously given me your heart
Now I'm here as a hungry lion
It seems you're not smart
I'm always begging for more
And I know you won't ignore
You give me what I want
And I'm going to come back with more intention to hunt

You've been split away from your friends and family
And it's just me drawn to your personality
Wondering where your life has went
Well, something has made a dent
You're stuck with me, only you and me
Can't you see?
Just milking off of your blood
As your mind begins to flood
Your brain is dying out on you
Yet, you have no clue
Two decades and a year
I come back to Darjeeling.

The blaring horns
have snuffed out
the pines' whispers,

and the glorious hilltops
retreat beyond
the many hilltop hotels.

Richmond hill is rich
with structures
that have made men richer
and traders have ensured
Nature here has no future.

The once magnificent Mall
has grown so small
you wonder if it's there
you laid your soul bare
to the woman of your love.

Darjeeling,
once where
she rode a wild horse
I would never come back.

And I will have no remorse.
tides are higher now, flooding the paths.

he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us
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