Skaidrum

Jun 2015

Blink

Cancer

Yesterday I was thinking about you
& it terrified me that I could no longer
Remember what you looked like,
Or who you even were
Before cancer started to erode
All of your loveliness
I knew you didn’t want me to
Remember how you looked without hair
Or how your body became so weak
So I searched the depths of my mind
To find old memories of you
I can remember you coming to
My birthday parties and music recitals
But honestly I couldn’t remember
What you looked like then
And as my heart was breaking
That I had lost all of you
A flicker of a moment flashed in my mind
There you were sitting
At your dining room table
With your auburn curls and
Right before you took a sip
Of your diet Pepsi
You smiled
Then, along with the fleeting moment
You were gone
I wanted to cry
I had remembered you,
The real you

#death #cancer #family

Jun 2015

The Dragon Prince

10 Words

Love* at its *finest
Can be more destructive than *death

#deathtousall

Jun 2015

Lauren A Todd

the bewitching hour

They call a certain part of the night,
When the darkest ink lays before dawn,
The Witching Hour.
And in every corner of this room,
I hear echoes of my whispers to you.
Phantom limbs intertwine,
As if it were November
And like clockwork,
You'd hush my words
With sad lips
Knowing I'd be left here in June.
And when I feel the weight of your chest
Heaving with lavender,
Just know I'm still strong
In this Bewitching Hour.

#sad #night #late #you #miss #lavender

Jun 2015

The Dragon Prince

Feathers of the Raven

Darker* corners have ended their watch
                        Before
                                     The Sun
                                        Has
R  i  s  e  n

But these feathers I gathered
Show more beauty
Than the night *itself.

                                          Constellations can be seen in its fibers
                                          It reflects the light like the moon
                                          The stem is as hollow as her
                                          The ink is drawn from it's tip
                                          Writing words of
                                                                                                                D  e  a  t  h

This cancerous curse will be the fatal killer
In the night you'll hear a dragon roar
And a wolf
*howl

Love at its finest

Skaidrum Jun 2015

Ironic thoughts at 10:59 p.m.

"Irony is as simple as drawing trees on paper."

Skaidrum Jun 2015

Man in the Moon, tell me your alibi.

And the darkness
became my
second fluent language
that night.
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I swear to god
that the truth
is not a sin
I paid for.
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It was almost as if
lunar planets
kissed my body with
craters and grooves.
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I traced the lining along
my ballistic skin and;
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boy am I not happy with how
my designer shaped my meager
body.
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I even remember how blissful
it truly was to watch
the phenomenon cascading while,
sticks and stones are
becoming the words
to obliterate my bones.
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I didn’t shed a single
tear, (filthy ******’ liar)
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as reality squeezed the
breath right from my January lungs
this time.
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And dear lord
let me tell you,
watching the problems
have a butterfly effect on
each other is a full serving of
despair with a side--
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of empty threats and denial.
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If I was to cross my theoretical heart
and hope to die,
I’d probably dissaemble my body
but I sure as hell,
won’t break those promises.
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How empty can a girl
become?
It’s not even 8 p.m.
and I already have nothing left
to bleed for.
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And so what if
I told you
the darkness would only speak,
in tongues of
moonlight?
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Because even the
man in the moon
gets lonely(ness) sometimes.
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How lovely
that we are not alone
but yet so
lonely?
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Skaidrum Jun 2015

To be Unbled, my Phoenix

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He had ascending eyes
                   of sapphire,
the kind in which angels sloshed in their
royal chalices,
the kind of blue Poseidon gnashed
                       his teeth for.

                                   Born in the 25th dying date,
Septembers’ autumn bleached scent flows along
his bloodstream.

A smile that belonged in the crooks of these sapphire seas,
a soul unholy as Adam
                          & Eve’s.

His love was not fierce enough
             to contain this poet's heart
my pitiful phoenix can be ripped asunder
by the wrath of
a dandelion.

He couldn't swallow the sun
                 so silver fire rained
                                     anytime it pleased.

We are the skylines
             not gallows
and yet we hang ourselves upon the night skin

                       and collect
the stars as if they were
                            our alibis.

If you love me,
                        let me go?
                         My silver eyes don't see you in color anymore.
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