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midnight prague Nov 2010
should I lay chin pressed against the pillow
I held onto as i child
times where I believed the world consisted so little of the color black
the hue overlaps my movements
even when I wave hello to every man that has ever come across me
the hellos to every man that has ever possessed me in that sense
but no not ever
really
tunes that fled into my ocean
when I was a child
oh times where I knew that life didn't offer much mercy
for your plead
and your case never stretched so far
so little
so little
you will always be
in heaps and large amounts of light hearted
daunted quainted quilted
catastrophe
ebbs into clear water that tastes like medicine
down me
down me
the day that i came into this place
I learned to stand straight
live so gracefully under a veil that will become permanent
and under eyes
under my real eyes
hands that moved
under my real hands
and thoughts that spoke themselves on paper
and never
never
out loud
I stray walk and smile
into every being of interest
destroy captivate
release
inhale
exhale
all the love
all the love
midnight prague Nov 2010
tinted poetry
poetic in my own utter for trying to
grasp something that is close
to reaching the sun with my shoulders

my heart touched the sun when It encountered
your reluctant fire.
Nights where I felt as if love would suffocate me
with madness that was to good to be true
and you held me with the veins of your mind
and tugged at me with the strings of your eyes

gripping onto you when we would walk
let it be that everyone knew that you belonged to my hands
and my hands ran over you body
just mine
you took my blue stones
blue stones
and set them on fire with your demonic lips
of shamelessness given to you by your manhood
a kind that was all too good to be true

skin full of color that wasn't there when you where born
a body composed of pure art and gesture
permanently scared
your neck sang
and your pelvis cracked against my hip
when the sand dunes went in too deep
the earth eroded
and our universe collapsed
between our two separate places

and after everything was gone
dead
we breathe
in and out so so
slowly

soft laughter sighs
what are you doing tomorrow like questions
float in the heavy air around us
and all I know for certain
is that
this will end
midnight prague Nov 2010
E
I limit my mind sometimes
to its endless space
which is not so endless
but
it is
years pass and still i tend to indulge in your hands on me
tension releasing itself to times where
it isn't really always there
but it is
smiles and understanding of who it is
me
no full comprehension
but a different one
so subtle and incomplete
the fact that this abstract thing isn't obsolete is
what helps us breathe through this
this
thing that has no name
and i can imagine you standing at our doorstep
just staring as i walk away to buy
milk perhaps some wine to help us live through another day
I remember thinking to myself
this is so wrong its right
and this is so right that its wrong
and neither ever lasted to long
so my state you cant imagine
living in a house with 6 doors
I never know who is going to walk in
when the locks are loose
when the wood is rotting
and when the paint just doesn't look the same anymore
thought goes so far
only so far into mass soul
so far into my soul where in my skin under my blood
there is control
so where do we go from here
this standing earth on another mind
into the deepest deepest and
darkest kind
of knowing each -- one another
of being brought up to say no to situations like these
because they can leave you
where they left them
or where simple thoughts left romeo and Juliet
on cold stone
with cold lips
closed eyes
and heartless
midnight prague Nov 2010
once again she has mastered the art of getting stuck in the same empty room
the one in which she ends up in after a rough night
the intoxicated water streaming down her throat
and down the most sincere part of any women
flowing through every blood vessel
he grips her thighs
she accepts the hand shake
the welcome
the greeting
instead he is the one coming in
she serves tea coffee and truffles
around the house she is the tour guide
she opens the door to a room with double locks
as she is putting her clothes back on
he leaves
without a uttering a simple goodbye thank you
or ill never forget this
as she walks back into the room in her mind where he first sat
she notices the dust on the full plates and glasses
coffee untouched
tea untouched
truffles going bad
and she thinks to herself
how could I do such a thing
midnight prague Nov 2010
this time the pull might have been too hard
they are whispering for a call back there
5 minutes of pure speech
antagonize me
in the pursuit of something I wanted so badly
sitting
repeating listening to Amy
words like that make me want to shout bravely
but instead I lay back and speak calmly
tell this nation to think rationally
that's them thinking stupidly
thinking impossible can be made a possibility
the sun doesn't shine everywhere
but your eyes do
midnight prague Nov 2010
should I evaporate in between your hands
in between your mist
in between your palms
before I ever know what it is to really be
within you
I disintegrate at the thought
of the second time i ever felt your flesh
very close to mine
very close to mine

and still i blend with your moisture
and i inhale everything inside of you that is more
human than this

more human than this

I don't know whats real anymore
because my imagination stretches so far when
your name comes to mind and grounding myself is
never an option
when I see your face

I'm gone
I'm gone
when lost in thoughts of possibilities

possibilities of your blood and what flows within it
might be
I wander in vast landscapes on which i have no recognition
--
of life--
--

of me
--
of you

--

cause when inhabited in thought of your existence i no longer know meaning
nor do i know truth

closed eyes
hands clenched to my legs around and under my feet
under everything
and below everything

everything that I don't know
ebbs and fluid of things in my subconscious that might forever grow

who are you
who are you
and why do you possesses me in these ways
with my thoughts i speak with in the corner
why is it .. my emotions that you betray

me
me

its me
not you

and I fall
deep
I'm nothing more than what you think I am
or maybe I'm more
Or maybe I'm so much less

you have no comprehension and neither do I
if your stagnant stare is all I need to fall ablaze
so let it be that for now
you possess me and captured beneath a thousand layers is where
my heat goes

when my heat goes for you
and I'm am demanded by two

the one I am familiar with
and the one who had turned into a complete

taboo
midnight prague Nov 2010
I want to take in your ancestors sighs
breathe in everything that made its way through your furthest history
and then deeper

razor sharp goosebumps making their
home on my skin permanently
while in axis of you
treasured build up of everything you give to me

then I die
I die

2 seconds before I met you i knew I would know you
I felt you speaking to me before I heard your voice
and I felt your sharp edges under my chin
and in my shoulder before I saw your scars
heard your scars
felt your scars

oh traumatized child of the other generation
your life was built with mediocre times when you should run so fast you got lost
run so fast you crashed
crashed into me

and now I'm laying down breathe less in between your arms
a body all too familiar to me since I knew I was a girl
and that my body differed from that of a mans

and I slide along with a smile
and understanding of your familiarity with me

I'm hanging upside down from your tongue
and all I can do
is close my eyes
and breathe
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