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May 2014 Dag J

Untitled

May 2014 Dag J

PK Wakefield

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h

      U

     n
       g with

just the moon your
shoulders up hold
the round round
round head of

your

                                      body
                                      bodyy
                                      bodyyy

holds the down *******
of your naked chest's
white hilt springs
between round rounding
head of
your shoulders' point
pinnacle, pinnacling
at the white white hilt
of Your neck

fit fits ****
(droop obliquely)
swelling twixts
the rude triangle
of your hips
                      hips
                              hips(

and the white hilt
of your neck
blunders
with
the course forest of my hand
suddenly grown around it                     )

grown up it the
pillar of it to
the neat neat       neat neat

***** of your mouth. There

h
a
n
g
s

the yawning chasm

where
all throats
lead to
. Scream

May 2014 Dag J

nightly fears

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

nightly fears

there is an ache inside of me;
it occurs somewhere between the
moments of waking and sleeping.

there is something about letting go
that makes it so hard to do.

i am afraid to close my eyes.
i am afraid to turn out the light.

i will prolong the inevitable as long as possible,
battling against the drooping eyelids,
battling against the heavy sighing.

another day is gone.
another tick mark on the wall.

i have done nothing.
i will remember nothing--in a few days, at least.
i will become nothing (but an empty shell, i'm assuming)

wasting away
in the confines of my bedroom.
too afraid to go outside;
having grown so used to being alone
that the thought of spending time with another
does not even occur to me.

there is something so frightening about that thought.

May 2014 Dag J

borders

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

borders

we do not fit;

the same way that if you rearranged
the map of the world and placed Norway and France
next to each other, it would not look right.

there would be empty spaces between them and
while at some places, the borders would align,
it would not be enough.

just like you and i.
we are not enough.
we are not right.

and no amount of
rearranging will make our
borders perfectly align.

May 2014 Dag J

absence

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

absence

it's not that i am always quiet,
or that I never have anything
to say.

i do have things to say.
I am simply waiting for a
pause in the conversation;

an empty space
my words
can fill.

but the conversation
does not stop, and the words
of others flow effortlessly around me,
not even noticing my absence.

and I know that I have
missed my chance
once again.

May 2014 Dag J

a dance of two fools

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

a dance of two fools

dearest caroline,

you and i were dancing jubilantly,
waltzing to a tempo that was far
too fast for our feet.

but there was no music,
and all that could be heard
was a deafening silence.

we did not realize that fact
until it was too late. and that,
my love, was our downfall.

sincerely,
will

May 2014 Dag J

lies

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

lies

they did not tell me
i would feel like this.

they did not tell me
there would be days where
getting out of bed would be a strenuous task.

they did not tell me
there would be times where the feeling
of loneliness would embrace me so tightly,
i would not be able to breathe.

they did not tell me
i would spend evenings alone in my room,
clinging to the seat of my chair, sobbing endlessly.

instead,
they told me i would be happy.
they told me life was a grand adventure, waiting to be explored.
they told me it would be easy.

they lied.

May 2014 Dag J

misconception

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

misconception

we call the sadness 'beautiful'
and we do not try to stop it.

maybe that is worse
than the sadness itself.

May 2014 Dag J

contradiction

May 2014 Dag J

willa ivy

contradiction

how is it possible
to feel so minuscule and insignificant
that it would be impossible
for people to see me,
even through the strongest
magnifying glass,

but at the same time,

feel so large and overbearing,
as if i take up entirely too much space
and cannot stay out of
anyone's way?

May 2014 Dag J

Cannibal

May 2014 Dag J

Sia Jane

Cannibal

Sketch me,
draw me in your mind,
project me onto your canvas.
colour me,
releasing the unquiet,
make me your,
unprecedented piece,
an ongoing life work,
perfecting all impurities,
eradicate all self-flagellation,
espouse a new desire,
akin to Basil's obsession,
The Picture of Dorian Gray,
infatuation lends to disillusion,
pursuing,
hedonistic pleasures,
soul baring to all sin,
intentions to please,
exonerate myself entirely,
you promised redemption,
not further damnation,
I'm Narcissus trapped,
between,
painted reflections of self,
dying a thousand times,
devoted & absconded trust,
pulling it out,
hand in chest,
blood,
           poured
                    poured
                                     poured

as Lector serves,
killings,

you feasted on my heart,
with the same delight.

© Sia Jane

I am so absent here and I miss you all and all your writings so much.
Very busy but I will find time soon to catch up xoxo

May 2014 Dag J

There is no other

May 2014 Dag J

Jack

There is no other

~

Trinkets of touch saved for memories keeping
Traces of love we now lock in our hearts
Days never end as the mornings beginning
Tears find their path in our moments apart
~
Catching a glimpse of the barren horizon
Wondering what it will bring to our eyes
Simply the thought of the one true affection
Caught in the stars that do light up the skies
~
Here as I sit on this beach ever changing
Lost in the mind is the essence of proof
Moving my feet, causing ruts in the sand floor
Noticing nothing aside from the truth
~
Why does it seem that this life wallows empty
Every day is the same only more
Swiftly the clouds bring the rain’s chilly vision
Dreaming of only the one I adore
~
Drinking the drops in the puddles of reason
Splashing against all that I’ve ever known
Capturing dreams in a spoon that is leaking
Now as I write in these words all alone
~
Hard to believe that a flower is blooming
Fragrance as sweet as the heart beat we share
Chains bear the lock that does keep me from reaching
Look but don’t touch is the warning...beware
~
I long to run down the path of decision
Challenge my fear in this soft ocean breeze
Finding a cave at the edge of the mountain
Placing my soul in the shadows to breathe
~
Only my heart keeps me here by the wayside
Hoping beyond every truth that does form
Lasting the pain of this fearless affection
Keeping my place in the face of the storm
~
Proving to no one’s un-answering questions
Feeling ashamed as I’ve nothing to show
Still I will wait on the eve of my lifetime
Promising always that I’ll love you so
~
For I am a man who does desperately need you
There is no other that I’m thinking of
Here I will sit till the world it is ending
Counting the days till I know your sweet love
~
Why can’t we meet at the same destination
Drink of the day that affords us the view
Forget the world and its many distractions
Except for this love that I hold here for you
~