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 Feb 2013 Omnis Atrum
Maddie
A boy.
 Feb 2013 Omnis Atrum
Maddie
A boy.
A boy,
Who's love I need to feel.
I'm not his girl
He's the love I long to steal.
His voice is the sweetest,
My ears have ever heard.
For him,
I'd do anything,
Say anything
I'd give him the world.

Even with my best intent
I let him slip,
Melting to sloppy wet drips
And flowing straight,
Through my fingertips.
Even when I tried to grab hold,
I grabbed, I jabbed, and pricked,
Still away he had surely slipped.

Oceans apart
However, close we are.
There's still a spark,
It magnifies every emotion
Heightens every notion
And through all the dark,
There is still a shrill
A deep, deep, shrill,
The life-giving *****,
Beats out of turn,
Even still.

I look into those deep dark vessels,
The Windows to your soul.
They search my flesh
They cry out,
Why?
Our future clear as sunniest of skies.
Though it's not a happy ending,
What a surprise.

Reality the way it always does
Creeps close.
It's wrong we know very well
in the heat of the moment, passion swells
We're both thinking stop,
But onward we march
Into this terribly beautiful yet tragic arch,
Of love and lust that cuts so deep.
Our brains know better, but our hearts,
They are weak.

Then it hits.
In that instant a vivid dream
Comes to me lucid and not quite serene.
Your lips dancing in time
With mine closely behind

Stop

You look at me and remember her.
I'm sorry I say "I loved you first"
"Love me" I scream
Without a sound.
The words pouring out silently
My wide and weary eyes
Say it all as they cry.
Kiss me again
To send me away so abruptly.
Would surely begin,
**My end.
 Feb 2013 Omnis Atrum
CMT
Mirror
 Feb 2013 Omnis Atrum
CMT
Somebody said something about you today,

and I was momentarily mistaken

in thinking their words

were actually about me.


It made me think that perhaps you and I

are far more similar than we may appear to be.


Maybe, just maybe,

our lives reflect one another,

like sad, shiny mirror images,

pretending they are what they ought to be.


I soon remembered that I was never any good

at keeping a mirror, pocket or otherwise,

without accidentally smashing its surface,

the tiny silver shards eventually struggling free.



7 years bad luck multiplied  

by god knows how many times

honestly seems to explain a lot,

and I can't help but wonder

if you had the same problem as me.


None of this matters really,

because even in a mirror in which you can still see

identical images are incapable of touching one another

despite how similar they may be.
Another ten minute job.
You're the king of this place
But your legacies been set on fire,
All the peasants are screaming revolt
As they throw rocks at your glass castle.

You need the right armor-
A shielded protection
From toxic arrows and blood spilling sparrows.
Just hold strong for the white horse to ride
He's on his way to save you...

Meanwhile,
the Dragon breathes fire
Into the realm where all the fairies live
trying desperately to scorch their desire to create all things wonderful.
They won't let him win Dear King-
They'll fight with a vengeance of light and laughter

The kingdom is falling apart,
Be sure to hold tight to your crown-
Or better yet,
Your heart,
Cause Sir King...
It's all you really own
In this unruly kingdom of
"Allalone"
Still here.
Time is the same.

Still here,
We
Are
The
Same.
Connected and yet barely
Holding on.
Still here
Even the air is the same
Moving consistently,
Forwards,
never backwards.

Still here,
This same
Fear resides

for all of us.
Written on August 13th, 2012 at 7:51pm in Tampa.
When I look at you,
all of my
logic
common sense
appropriateness
seems to evaporate
as my primitive brain
takes the wheel

We won't take our clothes off
We will tear them off.
Rip them off
Ravage them
Destroy them
We will brutally punish the fabric
for getting in the way of our sins,
it will fall tattered to the floor
as we don new clothing
made of our sweat and fingers

Our lips will find one another
then they'll find our necks
then our chests
then our stomaches
then....we'll see
We'll draw maps of our bodies with our fingers
and then we'll explore them with our tongues.
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is off limits

I want to make you feel ecstacy
I want your legs wrapped around me
I want your fingernails digging into my back
Leave scars, I insist.
Our bodies will press together
cause fusion
cause confusion
I don't want to know
what is mine
and what is yours
I want to be
so hopelessly
lost in you
and you in me
that we might never find our way back
Why would we ever go back?

As the rhythm becomes more staggered
I want to be looking into your eyes
We're seeing stars and we're relishing
every single tiny little moment
every feeling
every fleeting sensation
until we collapse into
eachother's arms
too tired to move
swimming in a
river of passion

You still smell delicious.
I want you again.
Last night I dreamt of you.
I did not see you, but you were there.
You could call it a nightmare,
I suppose,
But only because I could not find you.
The sad fact being, you did not want
to be discovered.

Seek and Ye shall find.
But I have sought
and have not found.

I was looking for you.
You, who has hurt me worse
And more often than
Anyone before.
Broken my fragile heart
Into five billion pieces
Time and time again.
Yet, I always forgive.

Perhaps I was not looking for you,
But for an answer instead
To a question that has been
Burning
In my head and in my heart.
*Why?
 Aug 2012 Omnis Atrum
Lauren
He touched her once
On her stomach
She barely felt it,
          Then she did.
Her flesh a fire
Layer by layer
His palm seared her gut
          though it was no longer there.
It touched her blood
Separated skin from muscle
Obliterated organs
Delved deep,
          and deeper still.
He adhered himself to her core.
She hated him for
that touch….
         That touch..
                 That stopped.
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