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Thunder roars, flashes of white-lit skin appear then dissipate as chaos takes form.

Heavy raindrops cool our searing skin but not our heat. We are existence, we are all that lives and breathes within this moment.
Will you take my confession as I take to my knees? begging to be cleansed, aching to be whole and not wanting.

Will you take my sacrament with your liars tongue, let it linger as I pour and plead unto the raging heavens for forgiveness.
Take my empty vessel and fill it with your longing, too long have I walked in shadow, my edges blurred by shifting darkness and sweet liquor warmth.

Bring me to life, if only in this moment. Fear me, as I fear the shattering of all that I touch and we shall rage amidst the fury, at what is and what can never be.
CommonStory Jul 2014
Pretty, young, dumb
Follows many cheap inspirations
Walking with an influence
influenced by others
In the right place at the right time
Just in the wrong direction

Looking for the horizon
With a vertical point of view
Suffering from escapism
A natural reality
Taking quiet steps
Down something like a stairway

Hopeful while walking
Pretty young dumb
Doesn't fall and get imprinted
With a loss of steps
With many cracks and depths
Then the pretty is gone
And it's just young and dumb

But young and dumb
Suffers from a disease called age
That captures us all
From night and day

Far less the beauty
And so far from young
Lets just hope in good faith
That you don't remain dumb
I suppose it's something we all hope
  Jul 2014 CommonStory
Marge Redelicia
you make me
shiver.

no warm greeting and bright smile
can thaw your heart
enfolded in ice.
i thought
maybe there's a blizzard blazing in your mind,
burying your hopes in depths of snow
and you've grown
too cold and too numb
to notice.

at the short second you met my gaze,
i saw that your once bright brown eyes
now had a deep shade of blue:
painted with fear and anxiety.
and as you flicked your head away
i felt a chilly gale,
so frigid
it's enough to make any hot blood crystallize

who knew that your silence to me
can sound like a ravaging avalanche, crashing

i don't
want to touch you
for i'm afraid that i would
freeze,
unable to move
on and swallow the cold hard fact that
you really do
not care
for me
at all.

so i'll just huddle to myself,
stay frozen,
and shiver
as i think of the catastrophe
that has happened
to you
and of you.
Last night I drowned in whiskey sighs
and long forgotten names.
Scenes of a life on showreel flickered
past my smoke dried eyes.
Reaping memories from curled photographs dampened by the mists of time,
harvesting my youth for sustenance against my growing years.

We stood beer-brave in tented fields
sunshine grins grimaced at *** wide eyes,
bare feet caked in ancient loam
as we danced with the joy of jesters
to a beat unheard as it carried.

We vibrant few, army booted, rainbow clothed
misunderstanding forever,
believing it was ours to keep in tattooed burlap.
While too many Floyd wrapped sunsets slowly sealed our fates.
CommonStory Jul 2014
There comes a time when we waste away

What will you do before decay

"Do it"

Heavy breathing and the shake of the trigger hum under the shallow gasp

"Do it!"

"School, home, people I just can't."

Drops of sweat trickle down her forehead and around the barrel


Inner problems

We all have them

Some we can't resolve

Others tend to evolve


An intense pressure is relieved as skin meets blade

It's almost uplifting

She can feel the blood curve around her wrist and drip

1 slice more

2 slices more

" I'm not a ***** I'm not I'm not "

Blood and tears meet in the sink and mix to a sweet elixir of life that Will never be tasted

More liked under lived and wasted


Pain

How so crude and pleasant

Inflicted and delivered

Physical and mental 

Who and where

Doesn't the situation matter

Do you care


" SHUT UP!"

The echo stopped suddenly 

"You little *******, that's why your dad left "

A Sharp pain shot through the little boys' heart

An angered response

" It's not my fault he hurt you "

A bottle flew across the room cracking the boy in the face

The sound of broken glass filled the room

" STOP TALKING, do you know what I"

" WHAT THE ****" 

the boy shocked holding his bleeding head started to mumble

" you said you said you said "

The mom stunned and dumbfounded just stared awaiting a loud response

" You said YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER HURT ME"

The mothers' eyes widened in shock in fear

" YOU LIER, YOU DON'T LOVE ME. I HATE YOU" 

the boy ran out the house, the house was silent after the boy shut the door until a screeching car followed by an oh my god

The mother then realized


We all have a time

A time to give 

A time to go

Pain is a crime

We feel it to live

The struggle has flow

Tick tick tock

Tick tick tock
CommonStory Jul 2014
In a world full of darkness

Aren't we all blind

Or do you seek the truth

Truth seeking dummies

I've seen dim reflections

Fathom a non existence

As you read in and between the lines

Imagine the voice I speak

We seek

We want when we breathe

I seethe trying to make it better

 

In a world full of darkness

I'm not expendable

More flexible or malleable

With heavy retention

Seen for the unhurt ugly

Some say pretty hurts 

Who are you to say it does or doesn't

A lier until proven guilty

Sweet water can still be sour milk

The tang of value 

The value of people such

The people I value to much

Such naive imbeciles

Don't cry for I love you

Even though I can't see you


In a world full if darkness

Let there be Iight

Let the stubborn flourish with good wits

Let it be and be what prospers

Turn rocks into smooth stones

Walk on the warm ice

devalue contradictions 

Admit when wrong or right


And if not


Remain that dim stained light in the stained dark room
Those eyes keep'em closed
For the world a pretty called ugly
I suppose
Buoys up she from the sea I sail
What poetry can’t address
She serves me well.

The sailor’s misery she knows
His journey’s perilous waves
A rope for me she throws
Dragging to shore she saves.

Watches over her caring face
Suffers the navigator what distress
Resuscitating with her sweet breath
The mariner dying from illusive myth!

This way she rebirths me
Down on earth from the high sea
And till is regrown the sailor’s wings

We talk animated of life’s small things.
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