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  Jan 2015 ruby stains
Douglas Scheurn
At first,
Words were literal.
Hearts were broken,
I mean literal.

You were a brother,
Never meant to get mixed up.
Between a million lies,
We got mixed up.

They see you as a child,
Yet I see more.
I wanted to see the rage
You had stored.

Like a tornado,
Things got out of control.
Like a crescendo,
The damage took it's toll.

See,

I want to show you worlds,
Universes,
Where imagination is real.
Hours are but golden candles,
On a cherrywood wheel.

But we lost our faces,
And fingers were pointed.
Caught in mazes,
We were the unholy anointed.

My apology.
I write it in blood.
My reasoning?
Was a broken love.

A bond,
Shattered by blind hate
Until even holy water became taint.

What happened between us and Her,
That's old.
A hatchet lost forever,
Shattered in the cold.

We were labeled,
Yet I don't see you as a child.
With skills like yours,
It was fun to be wild.

You called out names,
Of course we obliged.
Naturally with these games,
We piled the fire high.

But,

Perspective was lost.
Or was it?
I don't care.
Bury the hatchet, Arcassin.
Lets clear the air.
Let's end this...
  Jan 2015 ruby stains
Douglas Scheurn
My breaking point;
You've discovered it.
My mind sounds like falling coins
Like a mirror it cracks and chips.

Your crimson lips
Once spoke to my heart,
But like an eclipse,
These two eventually part.

I begged you,
But I can never tell you this.
It's true,
I'll always long for your kiss.

I'm nothing,
A soldier with no cause.
Isn't that something?
The way my soul falls.

Carpe..... Not today.....
At a loss
ruby stains Jan 2015
i am not a poet.

i do[can]not {will[can]not, is
what i'll do} write about the way the ******* trees bow in the ::deep-bone-ache-inducing:: wind like tranquil hummingbirds on a warm spring morn;"<could if i would>

i do[can]not {absolutely will[can]not, you know?} write about how i feel or how my heart broke or how my heart skipped or stopped or tumbled from my chest;'would if i coul d

i do[can]not {trust me when i say
i do[can]n't, please do} write about the
way i carry my life because i

f/abri..cat e a(n}
d cottonise and wrap my words in carbonated silk and polyest
er because i am no more than two twiddling thumb;s and too many cups of tea.

//subcons
ciously apart of the 98%
and counting, is what i am.
//

::i spit lines at three am and shoot out'a bed with my lips moving with preprocessed words kissing my breath yet i forget more than half of it before i reach the pen and my skin::

[couldn't]i[be]am[even]not[if]a[i]poe,t.[tried]
veidmainystė : hypocrisy in lithuanian I form
  Jan 2015 ruby stains
david badgerow
not everyone who holds a pen is a writer.
not everyone who rides a horse is a jockey.
not everyone who clips their toenails is a podiatrist.
not everyone who smokes knows the feeling.
not everyone who chokes is a sadist.
not everyone who lies is an actor.
not everyone who wears a moustache is a communist.
not everyone who smiles is the sunlight.
not everyone who tries is a failure.
not everyone who shouts knows the silence.
not everyone who cries knows depression.
not everyone who laughs gets the joke.
not everyone who speaks is a teacher.
not everyone who hears truly listens.
not everyone who died really lived.
ruby stains Jan 2015
insert iliads on how i'm b_o;ken and forgot how to b rea{t:h/e
lažna uzbuna : false alarm in bosnian form
ruby stains Jan 2015
and a good fellow, he was. bitter ale and fluctuating throbs of the heart quite end'd him.
ఆవిధంగా : eulogy in telugu form
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