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Mw May 2011
I left my bedlamp on last night by accident because
I fell asleep writing to you.
When I woke up this morning,
I was alone, with the light on, and a blank page in front of me.
I looked and looked and looked
Past the pages we'd scribbled on
Our hopeless little lies and
Bed-ridden nothings that never got any better
That never did any favors, and never sought
Solutions for problems and shortcomings on days like the
Ones I'd missed where you were happy and you
Smiled like you meant it with
Grinning teeth across rosy cheeks with scarlet lips.
Every marbled, mangled, marveled page stripped and torn
With its own story to tell of another
Time we had that slipped away, right past us.
I found the last page you left me,
Creased and folded, waiting to be found:
"I'm sorry about this, and about last night
And for every night, actually.
Don't forget that I'll always love you,
And I'm sorry."
My first venture into free form poetry. Very different from my previous works.
Mw Apr 2011
Blast it! All the ******* clocks,
I'll die if I hear ticking tocks.
All the fleeting, thoughtful lips,
Breathing down the slender dips.
I know the sounds of morning dew,
All my looming habits threw
My books across a crowded room
To show our cold, impending doom.
All these clocks, this passing time,
In broken English lacking rhyme.
Alone, alone, alone but tell
The fragile boy's abandoned shell
To hold the thought in neurotic mess,
And wait to dare what he confess.

There they go, breathe down the necks
Of lover's lost too far to vex.
Mw Mar 2011
With sense, and summer's scent, heart sinks,
Another boon of fairy's whims and eye, methinks,
Intrepid scars fall on porcelain skin,
And curs'd lips talk of holds worn thin,
Of grasps too close, faces pressed in
To chests but soft, its longing cheek,
Atrophic want like loves do lovers seek.
But freed the lover's laden list,
Release the flowing lover's tryst,
...
Bruised, and bloodied, with toothless grit
The fearless lion's faces it.
My timeless body, strewn before you,
Revealing all it has to give,
And relinquishing all that's left to live.
Mw Feb 2011
Oh, in step, of stair, and wry,
Spinning fast in brighter lights.
Gardens fast, the summer's grove,
Spent for you, and I alone.
Luminous night of stars so close,
All to touch in bigger dose.
In line for us, for you to see.
But still a chance to remember me.
Years and years, a drift, a way
To know the world's that you will see
Lips that shimmer, nails that glow,
In short, it's time that passes slow.
Sin from thy lips, the trepass but urged,
Whisper in reverie, all but unheard.
The clever three words, but told to me,
No secrets left kept of your final decree.
Mw Jan 2011
Into the sun, full throttle now,
We're so far gone, we'll make it somehow.
In line, in love, in trust, i hope,
The latter is but a slippery *****.

Like stars, apart, so far away,
From truths to lies, I'll hear what you say.
Words are words, but trust depart.
You lean in close to hold my heart.

To brave hell measures not to this,
The love and intimacy: a shame to miss.
For you, I'd give, and hold without fear.
Now you will speak, and the rest I'll hear.
Mw Nov 2010
Desperately detached
I'm coming up on 2nd years
With more excuses.
You just can't get enough,
(You're starving, yeah)
You can't get enough.

You put me out.
I'm in without direction
I said I was in,(I know, I know)
I said to count me in, (I know)

I always knew what good could come of this
But you lost your spark, (You lost your spark)
... And then you played the part.

I know you always said it,
But it didn't mean a thing,  
But I gotta go and get it (and get it, and get it)
I just had to go and get it (Yeah, I get it, I get it)
This is kind of different from my usual style. I don't know what this is just yet.
Mw Jul 2010
Now is the time, wake up, wake up,
The dreamer is lost,
Pay the toll, breathe in for luck,
Irreparable cost,
The price to pay for the King's cup.

He's dreaming, he's dreaming,
Is that what they said?
Stop repeating, repeating,
Please get out of bed.
Stumble on out, and cease your careening.

This is real, it's all so real.
Scars upon scars.
Upon your face, the skin feels,
The make up mars,
All in time to spoil the deal.

Lies and lies and lies and lies,
Strewn upon these bloodied hands,
Dies and dies and dies and dies,
Hung upon this devastated man.
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