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 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
Pagan Paul
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Cohesion has been fragmented,
merely an old dissolved memory.
A shroud darker than pitch black
heralds the omni-directional strangler,
seeking to crush the fragile neck
and slowly asphyxiate the minds reality.

The turbulence of mute non-existence,
trapped in an endless glass sphere,
a cold snow-globe paper weight,
screaming for the end of the world.
Terror dissipates all common sense,
the inner head explodes and implodes.

A wracked skeleton of fevered flesh,
the violated remains,
beautiful and torn,
left,
when the butterflies of darkness
******
the fire.



© Pagan Paul (2017/19)
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I've hit a wall lately
A wall so tall it seems impassable.
I wake up daily to it encompassing my bed.
Making waking up a test of endurance.
Once I'm passed that, there's just another wall.
Around social interactions, work, moving, and to be honest.
It's all just ******* walls.
Walls I thought I broke down, that are now 10x as big.
Did I mention my fear of heights?
I take pills that are supposed to help,
and they do, but these halflives are nothing compared to these walls.
They're made not of cement but of sentiment and wicked dreams.
Thoughts of all the horrible options that could be.
Thoughts of a depressed self and a depressed spouse.
"You think the kid can tell?" That I'm loosing my grip?
That I'm terrified of the monsters under the bed?
I'm immobilized by my own mind like a car tire boot on my will to try.
Wish someone would tow me off to oblivion.
Or at least a place I could relax.
I'd modestly ask for just a few moments escape.
From all these walls
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
English Jam
My little friend is now gone
My tragic life must go on; despite that
His evil eyes and his cheeky smile still burn in my mind
He no longer exists except
For my memory of him
And I rejoiced
When I heard the news
Still I can recall how I sobbed
When he gave me his evil eye for the first time
When he hurled glass and other projectiles at me when he was hungry
When he spent hours upon hours pondering the fabric of society
I hated him
I wished
For his death
I was depressed
It was like paint peeling off a wall
It was like finding a dead leprechaun at the end of a rainbow
I was expecting some sort of remorse when he left
Funny how heartbreak works

Now read this in reverse
Because sometimes all you need
Is a little change of perspective
To truly understand someone
Dedicated to the goldfish I had when I was little who accidentally died. This is for you sweet fish <3.
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
Max
Falling
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
Orpheon
Look you,
See the sunset,
Emblazoned across the sky,
In burning hues of crimson and gold,
Framed in the naval strains of infinity.

Listen you,
Hear the rain,
Dancing on the rooftops,
Singing to the celestial beat
Of the thunder.

Look around you,
See your world,
See it shatter,
See the spinning, glittering fragments,
Falling into the dust beneath your feet,
Just like the crystal ball you see this in…
This one actually has a story to it - I was walking home from the bus stop after school one day (I think I'd have been 15 at the time) and looking at the sunset, this poem just popped into my brain, and I repeated it to myself the rest of the walk home where I wrote it down as quickly as possible to avoid losing it.
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
wordvango
In what has become the daily
tallying of the sum
adding plusses
minuses divided by suns
a kept total
of souls
rung like molecules
none ever created
or spoiled,
is infinitely the same
- a quantum state-
where measuring
becomes the result
and the quotient.
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
Maria Etre
My lips landed
on yours
I can't wait
to see
where this kiss
will take me
 Jan 2019 Louise Ruen
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
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