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Nov 2013 Christine

War Paint

Nov 2013 Christine

RA

You think the thick blackness under my eyes looks like
War paint.
Like I am going out to battle the world and defeat one and all
that dare stand before me.
You think this thick darkness under my eyes looks like
Attention seeking.
Like I am silently screaming for people to notice me
and come closer.
I only draw in those
enchanted by demons
in love with darkness
at home in the night.
You say that eyes are the window to the soul. You are right.
And I am shuttering mine.
But my war paint does not help me battle
the world
My war paint helps me hide the battles that rage
inside me.
I could cry
Wash it away.
Let it go and surrender
and then let you in.
But when you see me
I see myself, reflected
in your eyes
and my own verdict
is damning.

November 10, 2013

Oct 2013 Christine

C.rush

Oct 2013 Christine

Wallamo

C.rush

You have beautiful hands.
So wrong to write about a taken man.
To desire such a forbidden lust
but to be wrapped in your arms would be perfect
introduce me to your art
bring that passion to me with those lips
It's been a long time since I longed for a kiss.
To feel you a against me would be beautiful
(like your messy, curly hair, oh my I am swooning.)
Before now I've been making it up
like a play-write, a poet, an actress,
hoping for just this.
Can you hear my heart beat from four doors away?
I want to laugh with you all night long.
Please tell me that it will be done.

Still miss that trombone.

Jul 2013 Christine

Illusions

Jul 2013 Christine

Sin

Illusions

it is warped, a flash, altered fast,
a hummingbirds heartbeat
glances in mirrors reveal
what couldve held elegance,
but now holds no potential.
a rose stripped of petals,
cities smothered in fog,
we are hurling questions into canyons
hungry for echoes, imaged answers.
on february nights I discover
tight smirks and smiles.
vampires to paper,
my thoughts hold no reflection,
I could capture syllables
dripping like acid from your sick, posioned lips.
loud apologies, pleading, forgiveness,
and yet, I sense no guilt.
love stories of bruises and scars spell beauty,
murals, pansies of purple and yellow
flourish, fill the curves of my hips.
sighing at the blades trail,
you kicked and shamed me.
six months pass, marks splatter your arm
needles now plant promises, whispers,
lies you starved for.
fingers dance against the pistol, never pulling.
empty shivers, applause from the crowd,
twisted approval only you could hear.
eyes that once wept at my sickness
glaze and fall heavy, water beaten, eroded valleys.
syringes drain the handprints I left.
three a.m. brings shaded skies
your cries for help glow, a crescent moon.
but I am asleep.

Jul 2013 Christine

(Don't) Leave me alone

Jul 2013 Christine

nehyl

(Don't) Leave me alone

Sun shines without a companion,
through trance falling into oblivion.
I never asked you to be mine.
You still wanted to sip from my wine.

The one who never sang his part of our love song,
The one who belongs to me, is gone,
I plead you all to leave me alone.
I could figure things out on my own,
If you leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Pardon me for my irrevocable sin,
to let a frivolous being like you to crawl on my skin.
I traveled through latitude and longitude,
following your refulgent eyes,
to my disappointment, ended up in lassitude

The one who promised to stay lifelong,
The one who belongs to me, is gone,
I plead you all to leave me alone.
I could figure things out on my own,
If you leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Come back to me,
Together we'll make it through any sea.
Once you're back home,

Don't ever leave me alone.

Jul 2013 Christine

Peace of Mind

Jul 2013 Christine

Furthestreaches

Peace of Mind

I observe the suffering
of both the small and great
My heart grows heavy, I can relate
Needless pain sent from one to another
At such a cost, do we really gain?
Any peace of mind that we have done good deeds

This diverse planet we love and share
Consume blindly, why don't we care?
Actions so vile, under the guise of good
made possible by ignorance and complacency

Follow not what has been constantly told
The absence of compassion and logic grows very old
Look within for the answers we seek
Those who appear to be in power are really quite weak
Let the wave of vibrations wash over us all
Rejoice as the sand castle empire begins to fall
The sea claims what man believes to be his own
In the end its just sand and stone
Belonging to the incredible planet that is known as Earth
Along with every living organism given the gift of birth
They deserve the chance, and so do we
To bask in the light of life, and to be free.

Jul 2013 Christine

Goodbye

Jul 2013 Christine

Ian

Goodbye

I know that I just got out of the shower
But my eyes aren't wet from the water
And I would just like to tell you the difference between
"Bye!" and saying goodbye
The former would be used at the end of a long day
When the sight of you at another point in my life
Is not just a possibility, but something that is assured
I know when I go to sleep that I don't have to worry about
Telling you everything that I needed you to hear
Because I know there will be more time
But saying goodbye are the words I use
When I am unsure of the next time I will see you
And goodbye are the words I will use when
I want you to know that even though our time is up
I will never forget you, and every day I will wake
With your image in my brain and my memories of you
Still fresh from dreaming
Goodbye means that in the moments that you are gone
I will ache and cry for you
I will remember you
I will be thinking of you when I am lying in bed
And wishing that I could remember the last words
That I spoke to you
And when I say goodbye I know you won't hear me
Even though my only wish would be
The chance
To say goodbye

Jul 2013 Christine

starry eyed

Jul 2013 Christine

marina

starry eyed

i've been told time and time again that
we are made of stardust, to the point where it's
not even poetic anymore, it's just
science. and while they're something beautiful in
chemical reactions and the attraction between
us and the earth's core, there is nothing beautiful
about the way biology was ruined for me
in seventh grade when we dissected frogs and i realized
that's actually what we look like inside-
we don't house constellations or milky ways or anything
worth staring at
(but even still, i couldn't look away).

i wonder if there's any chance of us being rescued from our flesh,
i wonder if maybe one day after we're turned to dust
again, our remnants will break free of earth's gravity
and we'll get the chance to be stars once more.

(i wonder if the reason we reach towards the sky at night
is because we can feel our brothers calling us back home)

this is bad and i'm sorry

Jul 2013 Christine

Heroin

Jul 2013 Christine

Jeremy Duff

******

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout

Soaring high.
The reds,
the blues,
nothing could ever be more different than those two colors right now.
It's beautiful and so are you,
my lovely friend.

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Feeling low.
The headaches,
and the sleepless nights,
nothing can ever bring me back to where I was before.
My horse has a name and he is loyal,
he is my friend.

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

Thirsty.
The sun,
combined with the noise burns me,
how long was I asleep for?
My enemy will put up a fierce fight,
but not for long.
I can fight this.

The itsy bitsy spider climber up the spout again*

The chain is addiction
and the links are euphoria.
One end is a bent steel pole.
Me.
On the other is a needle.
My lovely horse.

Dedicated to my father