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Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

Forgive Me

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

BarelyABard

You're the rarest of pieces,
          a limited edition of some
        beautiful puzzle.

Forgive me, my dear,

                   but I'm from a different puzzle...
                   Our pieces can touch,
but never truly fit...

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

Escape Artists

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

BarelyABard

Escape Artists

I was born in
chains
with the gavel hanging over my head;
you were born
free,
the ******* children of the dollar bill.

The seasons turn and you fasten the chains around yourself as I slip soundlessly through the bars.

We started on opposite sides of the board.
I look back as you sit in your cell.
Unaware,
while I run beyond the fence to a freedom you will never understand.

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

Stuck Between Universes

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

BarelyABard

Stuck Between Universes

I wear my heart on my sleeve,
but that shirt is hanging in my closet gathering dust with
all the other things I have left behind.
The love notes,
kisses for autographs and picturesque photographs
are packed in a box. forgotten, but always in reach.

I am looking through one way glass at the world,
screaming at the top of my lungs,
but no one can hear me
and I try so hard to get their attention...
The attention of those who are never worth it.

One foot stands in the cool breeze of loneliness like the maudlin moonlight of a midnight freedom
while the other stands in hopeful cecity to feel the warmth of lips on my cheek
or a hand lightly clutching mine...

I am stuck between universes,
like the space between dreams and the waking world.
Here I live and here I watch.

...perhaps I'll run into someone, someday...

#love #honesty #dreams #patience #universe #bittersweet #loneliness

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

A Complex Being Floating

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

BarelyABard

A Complex Being Floating

If the human body is composed of billions of atoms coexisting for a purpose, then what does that say about our souls within the universe?

If not for those tiny atoms, I would waste away, a vibrating mass of electrical pulses and confusion.

But together, connected, something wondrous is made. Albeit no less confusing, but able to comprehend morality and beauty.

In that truth, I feel so.. miniscule,
and it leaves me speechless.

The farther I travel, and the wider my vision becomes, the smaller I become.
But there is no weakness found there, I find strength beyond measure.

I find within me, within all of us,
a complex being floating within the cosmos that in all possibility could be another being searching for meaning in the stars floating behind their eyes.

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

A Frozen Tornado

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

BarelyABard

A Frozen Tornado

I feel as if my face is always red,
windblasted by words formed like icy crystals in the mirror
permeating my bones and leaving me so weary that I can barely stand.

They don't let me fly.
I keep asking why.
They block out the sun
and I just want to run.

I am trying to keep my feet but twisters are discreetly forming in my mind and
I am kneeling in this frozen tornado watching life swirl around me out of focus by the speeding snow of my own insecurities; screams raging behind my eyes, watching those in homes sit by the fire, finding ways I have not yet discovered to block out the chill eating at our bones.

Those I reach through the swirling haze can grasp a freezing hand attached to a shivering man who falls and falls and falls again but always manages to fight the wind.
There is still fire within these frozen bones, it just hasn't found a way to melt the cold and grey.

As sure as stars blink when I close my eyes, the sun will chase stormclouds in frozen skies.
In this mental blizzard I catch my breath and hear echos murmuring in the darkness.

"Winter doesn't last forever dear child, and neither will this."

I am the coldest person I know towards myself, and I can't stand it

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

Demons In The Dark

Nov 2014 Margaret Austin Go

BarelyABard

Demons In The Dark

Wrap the thorns around my wrists like serpents slithering for a feast;
the ones who breed to bleed me dry unknowingly making me feel alive.

I'll bathe myself in light from a masochistic moon and listen to shadows on the walls moan in pleasure,
a deadly pleasure
that echos through my haunted veins;
wrapping their legs around my waist
and running their fangs across my lips.

They dig their claws and I pull them closer
hiding a smirk that even they cannot see, for I'm the boy you can't destroy
as I make love to
demons in the dark.

I am in love with everything that kills me

#love #death #demons #lips #*** #thorns #moonlight #masochism #serpents