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Gnashing teeth.
All too familiar.
Ache of muscles,
Too safe.
Run towards grief,
Like a cloak to be burrowed under.
When it gets too warm,
And no wind carries you asunder.
Beg for relief of tedious space.
Call it Judgment
Whatever you May
If not  Love
Light the Way
Entrance the Imagination
To Guiet Fortitudr
WIsdom
Dripping
Hot
Inspired
Come....
No thanks
it's that time
not long after nine
when the lights dim
and him
(that'd be me)
asks her
( that's She)

would you like a cup of tea
or something?
she laughs
I bring the tea.
 Jan 2017 Ar Bazian
Damian Murphy
Ne'er can any mountain be climbed
Unless at first one is inclined!
I fall in love a little
with people who could
write well.
Such beautiful minds;
their words are facets
of escaped thoughts.
It's lovely.

-m.b
 Jan 2017 Ar Bazian
L
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 Jan 2017 Ar Bazian
L
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long story short;
you left when
all I asked you is
to *stay
- January 12, 2017
I might miss the way your muscles flex under my touch, but I will always hold on to the bitterness you left on my tongue.
I recount all our memories to only remember the way I cherished your ferociousness.
My bones have become fragile, I need someone to pack me up and carry me slowly.
You never understood how you opened me up, I was always ready for you to pour yourself into me.
Instead you left a gnawing black hole between my shoulder blades.
Every puff of smoke is another sigh of despair leaving my body.
My chest shattered in your absence and I'm left searching for pieces of my heart in this mess.
Silence is solace, but all I want to do is scream till I can feel a burning in my lungs instead of the one in my chest.
Why did I let myself wade between thick marshes till your talons embedded themselves in my skin?
I wanted dark whispers and coquettish smirks, and all it got me was a mouthful I can't manage to chew.
My ego got the best of me once more, and I have lost all the pages imprinted with warnings I saved for a moment like this.
My mind sunk in defeat, while my body was left a shredded liability in your wake.
You used to ruffle me like a lazy breeze between my tresses, but now all you remind me of are stalemates I thought I had left behind.
I have lost my haven and you are the only comfort left to seek, a road I wished would have been left undiscovered.
I tried to rub off the scent of you from my body using an unfamiliar scent, but now I wreak of vengeance and it doesn't smell as sweet.
I am ashamed of all these tears, but the warmth keeps flowing between every crack.
You have unleashed a dam, and I'm left here stacking up pages of words dedicated to you in hope of stemming the flow.
I'm already counting down the days till I forget you, praying for the hours to go by faster.
Nevertheless I still foolishly wish for a last lifeline.
I want you to fight, fight for me and help mend the last stitches you left behind.
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