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Farah Hizoune Oct 2013
Motionless.
Emotionless.
I wonder if you've ever noticed.
Little ticks that I know not.
Do you notice the blood
under my jaundice flesh.
My loopy smile.
Am I the prettiest little peach you've ever seen
Because you certainly are.
You're the color of a magnolia to me.
I notice
Your eyelashes - their exact separation
Your body flesh bone and wiry hairs.
Your sadness your consistency.
I notice your evil your sexuality your undying devotion.
I notice you noticing
I look away
pretend
I never did I never will
admit
how much
I truly crave you.
How much
I truly care for you.
Farah Hizoune Sep 2013
I still remember those
words we spoke
Many years ago in
the middle of the dark
Through the airwaves
and telephone lines
There was scotch
whiskey involved

But I still recall
Your agreeance and mine
A just in case
superstition for our future
And I never thought
That you would ever
whisper delicate things in my ear

Or teach me about
the universe in my palms
I thought for sure
we'd both forget
And carry on

But now there are
a few days out of the year
Where I melt into your body
The biggest secret
I can keep

Tell me that we can't anymore
But we both lack
that particular trait
Will power gone out the door
Faster than my clothes
hit the floor

Tongues lips hands legs laced
It's all very
****** exciting exactly what we need
But so ****** up
So I keep you
off of my mind as best as I can

Despite reminders memories sensory triggers
Luckily none of the smell of you lingers
I'm able, albeit briefly, to forget
Farah Hizoune Sep 2013
I believe in humility
I believe in humbling 
Acts of nature
I'd often wonder 
I'd sometimes wander
Alone with no direction
I swear it's not as 
Sad as it sounds
Biting my lip
As the wind carries me on
Through blue lit streets
And artfully drawn upon
Homes as abandoned
As you or I 
As humans we're blessed
With an ability
To throw ones in the air
As casually as fallen leaves
Farah Hizoune Sep 2013
it's been years since i've  heard your voice
even longer since i've touched your skin
the reverberating power lines
your heart fading out and in
there's a flow about the silence
an ebb about the screams
the blood-red lighting sky
shatters through my dreams
i seem to have lost the feeling of your heartbeat in my hands
i can almost feel your phantom warmth
from far-off cosmic lands
i'm drowning in the horizon
smother me in gold
relax - into the movement
i've never done what i was told

***
Farah Hizoune Jul 2013
A quiet, broken smile graced her lips
And to the everyday it looked quite convincing
But it was deceiving because
At the moment she was
Indeed shattering, putting herself back
And shattering more
If her innards were out
You could see the spidering veins around her piteous heart
Of continual cracking
And if you looked close, without doubt
You could see, the original point of impact
And you'd know
There was nothing we could do for her
She passed on site, and time of death had been called
So had her former lover.
Although his response, 'I'm sorry, who?' was particularly painful.
But in his defense I will say that he was being the most honest of all of us.
I felt that I should've written something significant and profound for this morose little girl
But all that came was unworthy.
Instead I took the dear child to the place where I found most comfort.
There we lain in a decrepit old graveyard trying to relate to the dead.
Marble mausoleums mimicking my nightly resting place.
I happened upon a black witch moth which had gracened us with his company.
I sat there enraptured watching his nonsensical trail.
As he began his decent I had a most unsettling feeling nothing to do with countless bodies under head.
Upon a glistening tomb he made beautiful land.
I suddenly found myself creeping onward, praying reprieve.
The mariposa de la muerte fluttered not but an inch.
As I realized his demise, I gazed back to my bride
Only to find a black hooded shape disappear as I focused with a painfully sharp tone of finality.
Farah Hizoune May 2013
Up at dawn.
Thinking about you.
And the way.
We used to be.
So full of ourselves.
I would stay the night.
But I can't fathom.
Another fall.
Because.
After all.
Isn't love supposed.
To be.
A sort of.
Funny feeling in you.
That leaves you.
Almost like the edge of a cliff.
You'd lie.
And.
I'd lie.
Next to you.
Above you.
Watching the way.
You breathe slowly.
Just for me.
I thought.
I think.
Wrongly.
I can't say.
Whether or.
Not.
What we had.
Was the real.
Thing.
But it.
All feel.
S.
th.
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sa.
me.
n ..
Ow.
Farah Hizoune Mar 2013
You saw the blackened roses on my bedside
And you smelled the faint sweetness of a decaying heart locked in the closet
Yet you still yearned my body and its curves
Despite the growing feelings of nausea and inherent vapidity; to come
You showed me temptation on the edge of the bed frame
And your deep rooted moans with your head tossed back
Recklessly; you knew that it would make me love you
In a deeper seeded way than we loved each other before
Tiny screams escape my lungs
Moonbeams grace the arch of your back
The sheets are dampened and we're entwined
Underneath the shame of it all and the way our bodies
Tossed on top of one another after our final throes
There lies something purer than the love you have with her
You felt the slowing drum of my heartbeat
After you caused its rapidity
And it contents me knowing she may have your heart and your body
But you are in fact one of mine.
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