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J Ericson Sep 2012
may
where ever I try to go
I carry them home; these lashing rivers
never knowing how strong they'd run
or in which state the currents come
want to see a revolution in me
deep sixing with a clean slate
then be swallowed by the sea
love is a pretentious cite
why waste hearts in this colony
so please forgive my rush of blood to the head
and a gush of words I never meant
J Ericson Aug 2012
...
wade in where i used to dive
must be something in this sea
my fear see my hopes
fall like the temperature of her skin
standing ashore to get away
her hooks was trauma-cause faded like the sound
kerning away the space I found
J Ericson Oct 2011
I water a wound that won't grow.
Hide away what people show.
All  my diamonds turned to coal.
When in Rome, I moved so slow.

Her infinite heart and sheds of rusted skins,
is flying in on concave wings.
Makes my clouds...
...just...
...drip away.
I believe all her lies...
I believe all she says...

The sequel to a sound goodbye.
Mapped dead ends and empty wells.

Syringe,
syringe,
syringe.

I love the way the concrete sing.
J Ericson Apr 2011
through these streets my pace is slow.
shimmering skies and aching snow.
curls my skin and fills my pores.
empty streets. ***** ******.
J Ericson Feb 2011
STARK CUTS IN MY HALO
MY HEAT FELT NEW SKIN ONCE MORE
IT SLIT A HOLE
(IT TOOK MY SOUL)
(IT TOOK MY WHOLE)

CRIMSON LIPS ON A SHIV,
AND SOME SWEET WORDS: "JE´TAIME"
TOOK A TOP-SHELF PRIZE
AND A BACK DOOR RUN.

RE-LAPSED AND SET ASIDE
SUCH A **** CLICHÈ
I FALL IF I WANT TO FALL
NO MATTER WHAT I BREAK

STARK CUTS IN MY HALO
JE NE VEUX PAS VOUS AMIER
J Ericson Feb 2011
behind a vacuum of white walls I've built my purity.
empty as the sun burned out behind the blackest sea.
from her thickest shades I tripped and slowly lost the trail.
trembled with my ****** fears, my isolation's veil.

— The End —