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Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
We brushed the soil from our cloths
laced our laces
tied our knots
and hair back in one.

We exited that place with empty souls
and hearts filled with sorrow.

The almighty sounds  rang in our ears
while we slept we dreamed dreams
of our experience.

Some of us kept our eyes open
till they shriveled and fell from their
places. While others laid down their heads
and slept forever.

Others yet kept on,
walking like ghosts through this world
waiting for any comfort
or abrupt oblivion.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
I’m going to try now
Try and explain the sensation
Of a muttered word caught barely
Of the motion of wind felt lightly
As you brush past me almost daily.
I’ll try and compound on the feeling,
When we’re within miniscule distance
When my heart starts to beat with a quickness
That I fear you can see its imprint.
Will you understand my stuttering rambles?
As my tongue sticks like a bag in a thicket
Like a bird flutters panicked against a current
Or a rabbit running scared from its assailant.
I’ll try and put it now quite bluntly
For I see you misunderstand so subtly
That I find you entrancing, engulfing
And I’m sad that I found you too late.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
I rose from this earth
Levitating above my sick
I looked down at those crying eyes
My slack mouth no longer breathing out
And left those people far behind
Memories of love fading fast.
I wisped like smoke through rooftops
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
I had a thought
a burst of inspiration
it whorled about my head
singed the skin of my ears
burned away the fringes of hair
---let loose about my face---
like ash flicked from the tip of a cigarette.

This thought multiplied
as many do, but even more this grew
taking up empty space, filling the heavens in my eyes
consuming me with a fire unfelt before, unknown to be felt--before.

Like pure energy it fumbled
crackling about the dry air.
Twisting, contorting--grotesquely beautiful--it tantalized me
ripping me with ethereal bare hands--until, my soul lay beating out
a glow in response to this epiphany, in a hand that was not a traditional hand.

This body moved
possessed of an inner passion
as these eyes watched detached as
my essence, received the violent creation in motion.
I feared it would burst and spill, letting go past memories
and that thing that will not come again, that nutrient that comes only once.

This body shook
the limbs quivered and tightened
in anticipation of a full soul ready to be received.
And when that hand, which was yet not a hand inserted
pressed, squashed, stuffed me back into myself my body felt light
despite--this immense entity housed within my flesh of skin, blood and bone.

When all had become quiet outside
I heard the music still, the monstrous song
that enveloped my ears fully, captured my eyes inwardly
until I fell backwards in a rapture locked in a battle I wished to lose.

This music slowly died
and with it my tremors stilled
until all that was left behind was but
the tiny ****** of a thousand angelic bells
hanging from the Bell-Trees of paradise's seventh node.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Should I be perplexed
Exactly what is it that you expect?
Should I have lavished you with flattery
spilled upon you insincerity
is that all you wanted from me?
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Because with you there is only suspision.
You may be smiling-your voice as sweet as honey-
the breath from words reminiscint of honey suckle
hanging motionless in the still summer's air
but that smile stops short of your eyes
the honey laced with laudanum
and within the core of summer's flower lays a deadly wasp in waiting.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
As if the time were slow like molasses easing slowly from its cage
And patience still was weighted by love and loss and experiences made.
As if love were something frequently found
And kept
In step with intentions,
Then time with you would be so very easy,
And love would be something no longer spurned.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
From the time when the sun peaked behind the clouds
Or when my heart took its first beat,
When the root broke through its hard enclosure
To sprout from its nest,
I always knew I loved you
You always knew I cared.
Our hearts never strayed
You and I are one in the same.

When the last star flickers out
Blown into nothing by God’s own lips
And the last tree is stripped, its roots ripped from the ground
You and I shall still be one; our love has not yet frayed.
When the last leaf blows across the ground until it turns to dust,
My love for you shall be as strong, before beginning had a name.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
A star exploded before me
its dying life seeped tendrils
out
so far
it reached my earthly eyes.
The heat from its extinction
burned me
like a melting candle I seeped
between
the floorboards
dripping hardened
wax onto your face.
staining both wood
and carpet below.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Once I thought I'd seen a butterfly
I watched its wings

touch and gape
touch and gape
touch and
fall

like a dying star
I witnessed its fall
swallowed by an ocean
coloured by the receding sun.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
The blood began to flow.

I watched the liquid flow almost black and viscous.
I was in a place beyond myself,
far removed from my shattered psyche
that refused to recognize your twisted limbs,
the waste pooling around us from your bowel.

Your stench overcame the powerful scent of cloves
that had spilled from your bag.

As I teetered on the edge of darkness
I wondered if I could regain myself
before the comfort of madness.

You were so heavy against me...
so dead.

My fingers gripped flesh,
my palms leaked sweat between the silky folds of your inner
elbow.

How could it come to this?

Then the pressure came.
My chest filled and heaved,
my eyes grew hot,
all my ears could hear
was the life blood that had left you pumping incessantly,
intolerably in my temples.

She stayed motionless
with only one rhythmic breath sounding music through the night.

I pressed the corpse closer to my breast.

Woman: You're no longer here with me.

But you are.

She pressed her ear to those dead lips
cold and unfeeling.

Just under the surface of memory
there was the familiarity of kisses once delivered
by your fleeted consciousness.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Southern summer nights
too hot
swimming in a sea of humid
drowning in a pool of sweat
and sweet tea.
Sweet tea like syrup
dark hazel
filled with ice
cubed and perfect
from an imperfect freezer tray.
Frizzy hair
glistening skin
from a dull sun
tempered by an Atlantic breeze.
The moon shines full
lighting the scent of the summer night.
Honey suckle, hydrangeas, cotton textured
dandelions like parachutes against the
black night sky
is a southern summer night.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
When I left you standing by that
still lake
I fully expected your image
to remain reflected,unmoving in the waters
surface.
Instead I made my journey back
and you were nowhere to be seen.
I stood for hours beckoning
but nothing cared for my inquiry.
When night then fell
the stars shone bright
and thus I realized
that in those stars
I saw your eyes.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
These solar winds blast through me
gamma rays break through my flesh
leaving me atomized
separated into ions.
My soul remains behind
as yet to reconnect with that one light
as I explore this universe
forever destroying and remaking itself.
I witness stars come into existence
while galaxies crash into themselves
leaving cold space behind
and a hole that almost ***** me in

I wonder then where would I be?
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
What a day this was.
What a life he would live.

He would see things,
know the sweet flavor
and exquisite touch of a woman again

as he felt his body filling out,
his hair growing to that same thick luster
that it was before he was twenty five.

The decay melted away
revealing new skin,
as a child would have.

The feeling of ecstasy humbled him
to his knees as he felt to pressure
of a heart and a stomach
of even his spleen that he could barely look
towards the hallowed altar
without giving praise and thanks giving
at another chance to relive his meager life.

He closed his eyes for an instant
and opening them again he saw the top of a coffin.
The satin lining that he knew so well,
the holes
and even the sprinkling of dirt
that showered between the cracks as people walked overhead.

His eyes yielded no tears.
It was a dream.
Like so many he has had before.

“*******.” He murmured a cloud of escaping his decomposed lips

He closed his eyes again
and slipped into that world
that was his second life
until the final Day of Judgment.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Born from death, he breathed his first.
Seventy-five years locked in the good night.

The memories of his past life flittered
past him
as he clawed his way through his grave.

First his hand touched the sweet air,
the wind dancing between his fingers.
He could feel his dusted veins flow
with the blood from his now beating heart.

His skin in places had rotted away
and he,
like the living dead
walked again on the earth
that he was never meant to tread upon again.

He stumbled into a small chapel
by the old graveyard
now over grown with wild flowers and pine saplings.

Walking in he saw people;
for the first time in years his dried eyes,
nothing but prunes in their sockets,
moistened and began to fill out.

His vision became clearer as he dragged himself along.

What a miracle this was, he thought to himself.

He was awed by the sights he saw around him.
The play of the sun
as it filtered through the stained glass windows
touched his heart so
that in that moment
he thought he would collapse into himself.

Was this truly real,
or was it simply another trick
played upon his imagination
as it often times did during his eternal sleep.

But it couldn’t be, could it?

Was this fantastical phenomenon happening
to him
or was it simply that he,
Andrew Taylor
had in fact defied the laws of nautre.

Again he took another step
and felt no qualms or aches of soul
while the people shied away from him
thinking him to probably have leprosy!

The very idea made him laugh,
the crackling sound
that voiced from his hole ridden lungs
surprised him and terrified them.
Kimberly Brown Jul 2013
You left as quickly as you came
leaving echos rippling thought
thick silence
as I lay sorely wanting
on sheets barely rustled
with your coldness
and my aching.

— The End —