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onetwothree Oct 2013
My lover never spied on me
Because my lover never cared
My lover never loved me fully
But my lover was always there

He filled some hole inside me
But only part the way
My lover was an excellent distraction
To keep my real fears at bay

My lover is a kind soul,
A man with good for miles
My lover never knew me though
He only saw the smiles

My lover lives without me
And for that my heart is low
I didn’t really want him to stay
But I didn’t want him to go

So from this fact I see one thing
A thing I’d rather not be
I was simply a void to him
And he a void to me.
onetwothree Oct 2013
Fragments
I am zip-lined in fragments
Hallucinatory
Un-full
Quixotic
Unredeemed

I bite
My
Tongue
And my
Thoughts
E
X
P
L
O
D
E

Like fire crackers
Whacking and zipping
In that dense blue sky

Heavy with my thoughts,
Your feelings,
Heavy with the world’s conscience
But projecting out that
Blue light
Like some kind of
Innocent

Inner
Inside it
I drive a nail into my heart
Slipping
Dropping
My brains all over the place.

Soul shattering in shards across
The quiet grass.

I make noise
I’ve made noise
We’ve all made
Too much
******* noise.
onetwothree Oct 2013
My heart is wrapped up in gummy wires,
Splayed on the ground like an ugly wound
It is frantic scream, a doe bleeding out
It’s not soft and it’s not easy and it doesn’t
Open up like flowers to the sun
It is dark castle, with secrets planted in
Walls and a torture chamber that calls out
“I promise I’ll hurt you so good”

my heart is not petite and pink-lipped,
it is not coy and delicate, wrapped up
in a beautiful box with a bow on top
my heart has scars
my heart is ragged and filthy
my heart is tired
my heart lies to me

my heart is not easy and refreshing
like a fairytale daydream
my heart is ******
and any poetry in her
is the ugly kind that spawns
like grass through the cracks
of the concrete.

My heart has a warning sign
“do not enter.”
It has a trap door you may fall through
It has electric wires sitting near bathtubs:
My heart will shock you.

But as ugly as she is
She keeps on pumping
Red blood like ******
Shoot up with love
And she’ll lay down her armor
And her scars will kiss yours
And turn them from black
To red to a fertile, nubile green
onetwothree Oct 2013
What if our sin is salty
Our chaos is crushed velvet
Our love is clattering spoons

What if everything is different
Then we think it is?
What if everything is just a strange
Sensation and a sound unto itself
And a feeling we can never quite capture

What if our lies turn into sandpaper
And our questions curl into smoke rings
And every word I’ve ever said to you
Was only our own form of gibberish

What if death is just a poem
And a kiss is something blooming
And my heart is a big balloon
Gaping up up up into the sky

What if I can taste you heart
And smell your love and
Weep into your crevices
To give birth to a whole new
Species of beings

What if everything we know
Is wrong and life is an absurd
Illusion and one sensation
Simply begets the next
And the next
And the next
Until every experience is a metaphor
Every feeling a simile
Every life an allegory
For something else entirely
onetwothree Oct 2013
Fragility
Is me handing '
You my heart,
Pumping to a song
I can’t quite name
Saying:
It’s yours.
It’s yours
It’s yours.

You can
Break it
Smash it
Save it
Lose it
Study it
Change it
Miss it
Hold it
Drop it
And I won’t
Do a thing
About it.

Because whatever you
Do to it is what’s meant
To be done anyway.
Like fate, only much darker
And stranger and wordless.

Love is
You looking back at me,
My ****** heart pumping
Wildly in your hands,
And placing it on our bed
Next to yours, which was
Waiting there for mine all along.
onetwothree Oct 2013
The subjectivity in the world still scares her
Like a little girl, dwindling in her room,
The vastness outside her drowning out
That meek little voice of hers.

It’s too loud; it’s too much
Her heart cannot swallow all the
World’s anguish
So instead she thrusts forth,
Razorblades at her wrists,
A cosmic determination lining
Her lips.

No, no, today is not the end
It is neither the beginning nor
The start. It is a quixotic trance
And she’s left out there in the cold.

Dank, deep, a sadness that consumes
And in the willows outside her window
All she sees are the bluebirds nesting
They are warm
They are whole
They carry on
onetwothree Oct 2013
Unsure of who to be, I became no one
I glittered bright as a white light
So bright I collapsed into the sky
And became a most amenable ghost.

As a ghost I travelled the world,
Watching its denizens in the privacy
Of my own thoughts.

The torture, the rapture, the pain
And the mercy. Lives were so complicated.

I became at once jealous
Of all the life these creatures lived
And also relieved, god so relieved
I would not have to toil and moan
And suffer through so many emotions.

It seemed, a gift almost,
To live entirely as a bright white light.
I was never tense, I was never lost
Everything made such clear sense to me.

I watched the creatures clawing,
Laughing, breathing hot breath on
One another, falling in loving,
Succumbing to horrible disease.
Their love and their loss and their
Whole twisted up, curled around lives
Were there for me to see.

I felt such compassion for
These wild creatures.
I felt their sorrow,
Smelled their tears,
Watched as they ambled
Across life’s rough field.

If only… if only there was
Something I could do
To help them.
To ease their suffering.
To silence their mind.

In a way, I loved those
Creatures as if they
Were my own.

All I could think of
Was to shine brightly
So bright and jubilant
That for a moment
They would stare up into me
Gazing at how pure the
White light is
And fall into me
Just as once
I fell
Into
The
Sky.
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