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My vision begins to blur as my eyes drown in tears,
Things are getting fuzzy and black around the edges,
I can hear my mom in the background,
She's yelling, cussing, spitting threats at me,
I can't move or speak,
Everything starts to slow down, then violently speed up,
Suddenly I can feel my lungs burning as I gasp for air,
My whole body is shaking,
All I can do is mouth your name,
Wish for you to be there if my eyes do open,
Then everything stops,
No breathing,
No noise,
No movement,
Nothing
We were best of friends
Nothing could separate us
We were on top of the world
Then she came along...

Gradually we grew further and further apart
We talked less, saw each other less
And I thought I was doing fine
I didn't know I was hurting you

Then you came to me in pain
I didn't know what to say
You know I never meant
To hurt you in any way

I lost your trust
Our relationship cracked
When I heard what you had to say
My happiness lacked

Now I'm on a mission
To regain your trust
To redeem my name in your eyes
That is a must

Slowly but surely
We're becoming closer again
I'll do whatever it takes
To once again be best friends
R.A.H.
I don't want you
To cheer me up
I just want a hug...

I want to hear
You nag at me
Telling me how stupid
I have been...

I want you
To be angry
Over my stupidity...

But most of all...
I just want you
To be here with me...
I can already hear him telling me "that's a ******* stupid thing to do!" hehe ^-^ <3
When all around you saw darkness,
you gazed at the stars.

Everyone wants to paint their pain,
but only you, Vincent,
channeled that awful torment
into beauty
immaculate and sublime;
only you, dear Vincent
saw the beauty in the shoes, the bedroom, the weeds, the washers,
only you saw the beauty when it wasn't pretty.

To suffer is human.
but
to find ecstasy in the ordinary
and transform the banal into the magical
is something only you could do,
my dearest Vincent.

Merci;
Roses
Are sprouting
From the crevices
Of the
Skeleton’s
Cold, bony body.

The wings
Which flutter
From the butterflies
Dance round
Enclosed by
Its thin, fragile ribs.

Weeping
From strangers
Stifles evening air.
The bones
Laid hidden
For some twenty years.

They cry
For woman
Unknown to us all.
Disguised
To us all
In her final rest.

Dare not
The police
To disturb her corpse.
Detached,
At the edge
Of the crowd I stand.

There is
Death in this
Damp sanctuary,
Haven
Of beauty
It is no longer.

Death is
So ghastly,
Decay so putrid.
Yet the
Atrophy
Remains so lovely.

I left,
Unabashed,
With silent musing.
It was
There I thought
That hope still remains.

Life was
Still gleaming
From Death’s rotted cage
Leaving
Strands of dreams
For those still living.
I wrote this a few years ago about the idea of the discovering of a very old, decayed body/skeleton in a park. I wish I could still write this well.
Go ahead, fall asleep
Bodies pressed together
Against the sheets

This time I just don't mind
Go ahead and gently unwind.

Take your time
Take your time

Your heart is yours,
But your heart is mine.

Just be here
Take a breath
My ear up against your chest

Just be here
Just be mine
Forevers love is in this timeline
I'm sleepy rants
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