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i flirt with danger
and beckon disease,
cant find the we,
we used to be
and yet,
you find your bed warm with me,
and its not for sale
commercial patterns of desire
and equalaterial airs.*

and if i was just a ghost to you,
why you still walking around wounded?
did you forget what love does to the weak?
i was at a brandi carlile concert and thus wrote this stream of thoughts.
I'll never forget the way you slapped me.
Gentle. Meaningful. Seductive.
We had just started going out.
I was First Seargent, yet you were in control.
I'll never forget the look you gave me
But, honestly, I wish I could.
That's the moment I knew I'd fallen in love.
Why is it that you never know what you have... until she's gone?
Whats the point of perfection when all you can do is watch it slip away?
I wish i could take it back.
I made one incredibly stupid mistake and now you're gone...
The only thing I have left of you is...
How I still feel the sting from when
You slapped me.
Gentle. Meaningful. Seductive.
The Girl my life revolves around.
I cant get her out of my head.
My heart's on fire at the thought of her, yet
She carries my heart in her pocket.
I love her more than me, but
She keeps me out of sight, out of mind.
Even so,
She carries my heart in her pocket,
And I'd like to leave it there.
(Sometimes, I wonder if she remembers I'm here...)
Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong
two bottles and I am down
headaches loss in control
head bang against the music
i hear them all loud and clear
mashing my ears
running through my veins
a release of mayhem
but a struggle to keep
aloud pounding
a still view seeing
unleash the fear at last
for the first time I felt it passed
for a music lover relief it was
my foot still stomping on the floor
for once a child I'm now in mayhem
It’s a dream!*                                                          ­                
I scream to my insides

as I look for a way out of this place.
It’s a dream! Only a dream!                                                          ­
-But, it is not.

I hear footsteps.
Have I gone mad?                                                            ­    
No! They’re footsteps!                                                      ­        
Quick, find a way out.                                                            ­
I swoop, wave and brandish

That sword that was once useful.

Then I run, and then hide.

I pray, I beg and pant.

But they find me, and  t h e y  take me!
and more, I scream:

LET ME BE FREE!                                                         ­   
But
I                      
                        
can’t          
          
be…


I wake up.

In my bed, that’s old and *****.

And I cry, because I couldn’t save you in that dream

Just like I cannot save myself.

I don’t know,

if I am brave:

for I close my eyes yet once again

That, dry and glassy,

b e g  for some hours of peace

knowing that we are not alone.

That my Erinyes, just like ravens

Are sitting by the edge of the bed

Patiently waiting

Without a sound

For me to
turn    
off              
the                  
l                              
i                        
g                
h        
t...





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this poem does not rhyme because I first wrote it in another language. I thought someone could like it, so here it is. Do give feedback, please.
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