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Oct 2013 · 663
Timid
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
You sit all alone
In a place that may be familiar
watching the world around you, for you are far too
timid.

Pretty people with wicked souls
Blemished hearts rotting with slime
spew their words at you, but you don't stop them
shy.

Your heart tells you it hurts
And that maybe it will **** you one day
but you hush your organs in your chest
quiet.

Until one day, you explode from the inside
Thoughts bursting forth like steaming water from the pipes
they cringe and fight their through, but you are not
empty.

You've listened all of your life
Hoping and hoping for an outstreched hand
now, it is time to make your own destiny, full of glorious and wonderful
*courage
Oct 2013 · 643
Time and Flowers
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
Vibrance caught in the simplest of ways
Little drops of red and gold glistening
like riches in the daylight.

A simple moment captured in the brilliance of time
these blossoms will keep their shape for eternity
To keep the colors close forever.

Although they are meaningless if you forget
what they truly meant at the time
A furtive glance, a gasp of appreciation, or soft sighs of contentment.

Though a camera can preserve
your heart is what keeps them
a bouquet of colors and memories is what you will have
yellow petals and verdant stems in your thoughts for eternity.
So, I wrote this for a very lovely photo collection by Julie Sharir called "My Garden". If you don't mind, I'd love it if you guys can go and check out her photo blog.

http://julianesharirphotography.wordpress.com/2013/09/20/my-garden/
Oct 2013 · 732
This Is For You
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
Hello, beautiful girl
with whom I share so much
I have crafted my words
into a little composition just for you.

With just a little thought
a picture is sprawled before my eyes
not of pixels or pigments
but of syllables, and sounds in the dark.

I did not understand from the start
what this entailed
as we met under strange circumstances
and even stranger pretenses.

But, I suppose I couldn't help
feeling such intense emotions blossom
in the depths of my heart
empathy and sympathy and all of those other things.

It pained me, shook me, drove me mad
until the thoughts burst from my chest
thumping like a hummingbird's wings
rapid, frantic, and slurred with tears.

However, I could not expect gratitude
from someone so far away and above me
and thus I shall pay those debts
with all I can give.

So, I have created this little selection
of words, phrases, and lines
to say what I am unable to speak
and it is only for you.

And, however simply or unsimply you may see it, thank you, Deanna, for for being you.
Oct 2013 · 857
Ode to Execution
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
The hustle and bustle
Lunch is in full swing
Voices buzz together
The honeybees in a hive.

The queen rules her populace
with an iron fist of authority
pretty, willing faces
drink in her poisons with fervor.

Empty pupils gaze from outside
looking through the window
that separates the building
from the wilderness of outside.

Feet stand solid and hands twitch
fondling the weight in heavy pockets
judging the heaviness of gazes
watching just outside of the glass.

Breaths are heavy as she removes it
the cool blackness of her end
muzzle sharp against her forehead
tiny fingers clutching the trigger.

Her death will be a show
fireworks of red against the pavement
colors draining like a stream
claret, crimson, and scarlet.

Manic giggles impede her
lungs shaking with contractions
and, with a full audience
a trigger is pulled... and *silence
Oct 2013 · 2.0k
Homewrecker
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
It's funny, isn't it?
To see the weird girl
walking alone
with the tears in her eyes.

To know that it was you
who ripped her at the seams
the words that hurt
and the eyes that cut.

It's all so humorous, right?
She doesn't mean anything
to you, and she won't ever
and that protects you.

Oh, but you're wrong
I know your faces
every insecure flicker
and this is your fall.

And may my wrath burn
like every syllable inflicted upon me
and, without further gusto,
I will rip you apart.

The sunset will hide my eyes
with your hands clawing at your throat
purple swimming in your vision
like the darkness coming in.

No one will know
and I will win forever
now, tell me
Isn't that funny?
Oct 2013 · 1.1k
Steady She Goes
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
With the eyes of those demons
glimmering with judgement
her legs do not falter
On her march onward.

Hands clasped firmly behind
her breaths are heavy
burning molten in thin lungs
But steady she goes, into the sea.

The water glows with promise
of things she knows and does not know
rippling in a strong current
Tantalizing in the distance.

Legs quicken, eyes strain for the prize
muscles burdened with strain
and Lust blossoms in her chest
When the truth grows nearer.

It was not meant for her, truly
the fantasy of omnipotence
and the world fights back
Twisting her bones to dust.

The struggles become hopeless
without view of success in sight
she, broken and strange, shakes
Legs giving and useless.

Cries escape her throat
howls and screams of agony
in the face of desolation
And a fate that is only hers.

Fate is met, and legs are steady no more.
Oct 2013 · 1.0k
Heartstrings
Dre Guthrie Oct 2013
Those uttered syllables you provide
Have my heart bound to my chest
Paper-thin strings
Tie my soul

A bitten lip is who you are
Of flesh raw and abused
Pretty lines
Of a shattered heart

But, words are your structure
your connections
dangling by threads
of hope

And so, the little strings
tied to my heart so delicately
remain to this day
for you.

They may wither away
but words are eternal
and to tug on my heartstrings
are your words.

And I will keep them safe in me. Forever.

— The End —