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 Jan 2016 Ariel Taverner
L
Next Girl
 Jan 2016 Ariel Taverner
L
My next girl
Will be nothin' like my ex girl
I made mistakes back then and
I, I'll never do it again
The Black Keys

Leigh
I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice,
how Summer's sun can clear gunmetal skies,
or how it refracts off the water
of a somber heaven—
Filling the darkness  behind your eyes?

I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice,
how when Spring's roses begin to  blossom
the wind carries love's scent through the air
or how it effortlessly enraptures—
permeating beauty
from within the pigment of it's petals?

I wonder—
have you ever taken the time to notice,
how the cycle of Autumn's leaves remain parallel
to the frailty of the living
or how the perpetuity of their purpose
is either known of and ignored or understood and accepted?

I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice
how the Winter's deep freeze
blankets and preserves the earth beneath our feet
To walk upon in new years to come,
Or how it brings forth the warmth of family's serenity?
How she sat there
with movement in her head.
A churning of learning
the ways to get ******
and slaughtered by
other people's
sons and daughters.

And how I sutured a gust
of her brain exhaust
into my chest, into my lungs--
I breathed her like I was
******* the end of a
tailpipe.

Her hands ran like busted tires
as she massaged my temples,
revving her voice,
my ears on her
suicide door lips.

There is no green light
in her red light country.
Beauty is skin deep
but can cut to the bone.
 Jan 2016 Ariel Taverner
halioth
don't think of me
for this time
I won't hesitate
to set your mind
on fire



don't you ******* think of me
for I swear
not to come with wings
but horns of vengeance



oh dear, don't you do it
though I love you the same
I'm now insane
having wild cravings
for your pain
 Jan 2016 Ariel Taverner
Jay Ash
Although we live
in a world of
eight billion humans

we know very few people

every face we see

is another clay mask of conformity

only when we meet on the last day, the sunset

will we see the true face of humanity
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