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Ann Beaver Feb 2014
Words lost
I take all of this at some cost
Pictures dull
A cognitive lull
A black backing on my brain
Suction, please, irrigate this wound with rain
I'm only trying to approach reality
Full of blisters and malady
Boldly following my repeating word
All my memories have become blurred
Nothing makes sense
Everything moves into past tense.
Ann Beaver Feb 2014
Orange bottle rattle
slowly fading is my paddle
beneath the salty sea
forever I only wanted a "you" and a "me"
flee fast, keep track of just the ends
floating out here, as darkness descends
stars sneak out
peek out
from beneath puffs of clouds
I give them a message
"Send someone to help with this wreckage."
Ann Beaver Feb 2014
Tragic toes split down the line
Fine tipped pens spit out the last time
I saw you sail by
Just pass through
Two hundred years of agony
In a single breath of air
Without the exhale
I search my scratches for one that might
remember your palm print
I loved you but didn't
Ann Beaver Feb 2014
The world spins
Dizzy roller coaster
Pitch and yaw
I'll lie and say I never saw
Your evaporation take place
I was a clam
And you were some pliers
Or maybe just a liar
I replaced you with a sharp piece of metal
When I swore I'd never settle
But it seems I've stumbled into blank
Blankets of blankness
Rank this less than perfect
On a scale of one to ten
Ann Beaver Jan 2014
Dark kitchen. lines of shadows
Paint the walls a shade too soon
All I wanted to do for a living
Was never sit down
And use my broken fingers for something great
Beyond you and me
Chairs and nails
Rails and cares
Tales about pairs of socks lost and then found
That's all I really wanted
What is left this second:
a dark kitchen
A heart beat beckon
Ann Beaver Jan 2014
I tried to explain
This wide eyed insomnia
Scare crow nested neatly in the folds
Of my golden diamond mind.
Find out what I didn't have to give you
It's true
I was never much to begin with
But constellation and rumination
On the mutation of her single gene
In her single mind
In one single second
Proves to be an endless circle
How long does it take for a bomb to explode?
This arm and leg and foot
Bare down upon me, screaming,
Because they are used to so much more pain
Today it's dark
Tomorrow, it looks like rain.
Ann Beaver Jan 2014
I could never be your sunrise
I don't know how to stand
Like the sun above the peaks
I don't know how to take
Darkness away from stars
Your mark doesn't have to scar to show
Below the layers:
Lingering molecules that once touched your skin
Love is patient, but mine is thin
Within a walled-city soul
This torture takes it's toll.
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