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  Aug 2015 The Tempest Lullaby
Noxx
"I forgot about my blood"
Whispered under breath
with eyes quaking
skin laced with sweat
grime
breaths deep and labored
surrounded by white
tiled walls
painted with crimson brush strokes
of tattered knuckles
"I swear, I really forgot"
I go from angry to guilty real fast
I walk the earth
Traverse mountains and seas
I claim nothing to my name
What I am is not me
What I will be is not I
May 1 2015                         2:30am
  Jul 2015 The Tempest Lullaby
Noxx
I've been to places unimaginable

I've fought beast on planes unfamiliar

killed demons within

walked on fields of glass

and waded through oceans of fire

only to not love you

but I still do.
from the bank
  Jul 2015 The Tempest Lullaby
Unknown
I remember tasting something like spring
Or so it led me to drool and believe
It was more of just a memory, I suppose

They say that memories are a reflection of insecurities

I say, remember

At a time, there was euphoria, and in my ever present curiosity, I dove into this enigma, only to find that the depths of the ocean are unimaginable

Unfathomable

I pondered here, for many years, often in retrospect, but never once in the now

For the future was bleak, but the past was pleasure

I taught myself how to swim, in the flow
But I swam in reverse

I remember spring like it was yesterday
Standing bold, silhouetted by the winter

I remember the smile like my own, and the touch like warm water
The brush like a soft orange

And in these memories I am consumed

But here, I am content to dissolve
Go on,
shout your sorrows
and fury to the midnight sky!
With all the respect due
the stars shall live on to whisper
and the moon shall glisten
through with the vesper
You are but a celestial body
Inert to your orbit
The First law is true
but the axiom is all you
And, there exists only presence or absence
April 25, 2015
The world is at its end
I see the ocean at my window
Maria Cristina sputters her last of tears

I have no more to give.
January 2015
This is a war
Of crowds drunk
With their fists pounding in the air
One ominous heartbeat
As they turn their ears away
From deafening music
Of undiscriminating souls
They turn it to the real music
And turn it to rock and roll
July 15, 2013
1:45 a.m.
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