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 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
NV
Untitled
 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
NV
BUT NOBODY TOLD ME THE FUNERAL NEVER ENDS.

IT'S BEEN ELEVEN YEARS NOW, AND THE CASKET'S STILL LOWERING.

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"LEAVE ME HERE MOM. LEAVE ME HERE. I'M DEAD TOO."
 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
NV
Untitled
 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
NV
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SCARED SHE IS. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SHE WATCHES THE WAY SHE WALKS, BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SHE FELL IN LOVE, SHE HIT THE GROUND. AND SHE WOULD OFFER HIM HER HEART BUT IT'S BEEN EATEN AT AND STORED IN A DOGGY BAG AROUND A CORNER WITHIN HER CHEST - AND SHE CANNOT HELP BUT ALWAYS FEEL LEFTOVER. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S SCARED OF FEELING.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FEEL HER BACK.
 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
dex
In the eye of your midday dreams
I swear you will remember
The moments that went unsaid.
Was it something in the water, but no
it was the air, and I remember now the way the light
dimmed
as it touched your skin.
And does she remember those things that I said?
"But don't tell him I said that," I whispered,
"he gets so offended."
The wind was jealous of our great camaraderie
He hates how we waltz through the grime like we're home,
As if we've ever known the meaning of that word.
The sun had to excuse himself from the ring;
we outshone him to the degree
he was too embarrassed to show his radiance for a day,
or do you not remember?
But of course you do.
I love you, I hope you know.
My brother, my sister, and my love.
Blessed be we to bask in the light of one another,
and remember the laughter?
The dances?
The rain, the sun, the dust, the warmth of our cheeks
when we smiled.
And I beg of you,
Don't you forget.
Don't you forget your horseshow hands.
Don't you forget the way your soul shifts like the arena sands,
the way it changes you to be as one like we are.
Don't you forget the way it changes you.
Don't you forget.
Forever and ever, Amen.
And I swear,
I'll hold you
in my horseshow hands
forevermore.
Will you hold me in yours?
For you, and of course you know who you are.
 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
moon
smile
 Apr 2015 Charlie's Web
moon
people who smile the brightest cry the hardest
that is society's problem
the people you see might not be genuine
sometimes just put on a smile
and just tell lies

smile , society tells you
lies, lies, lies
put on a smile, don't cry
be silent

to smile is a thing people say is easy
smiling genuinely is the problem
can society move on?
instead of picking on the weak?

alas, society shall stay the same
a mistake, a lie
after all,
isn't it better when everyone smiles?
Fresh faced and dewy eyed,
With sunlight on my tongue--
I was overly fascinated with death and
Now
I don't pose ambiguous questions because
I know
That the stars are really just pits of dust that used to be
Our flesh, our strength, the thoughts that came to us
In the middle of the night,
The things we touched and the people we saw.
Our souls, buried in the twilight of the
Living--
The night sky,
Our funeral pyre.
Sniffing powdered white off my nannas vintage mirror
My inheritance,
My dignity gone
Nannas old, she's dying
Told me stories about the fairies in her head
Dancing her to sleep each night
Would dance upon my head ....
We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
when we weren't screaming,
and constantly dreaming.

We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
when I wasn't crying,
and you weren't lying.

We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
hidden beneath the sheets,
committing moral deceits.

We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
even when you was my something,
and I was your nothing.
(October 2014)
Something quick I wrote for an open-mic poetry night.
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