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P Chartier Dec 2012
I saw him there alone
Eyes darkened and drained
as if all of the sweet wine
had been replaced with dark black coffee.

I had not known that it had been
Three years since his wings were replaced
with short ladders that had a way
of building him up, and breaking him down.

"The skyline looks different from down here"
I rise up and make us coffee,
Sugar and cream in both,
But this is not enough

His designs are not yet discovered
And his buildings are crumbling down
But he is down there and I am up here
a  wingless plane attached to a bird with rainbow feathers.
P Chartier Dec 2012
Somehow, it's too late

There is something ticking inside of you

"tick tick tick"

I hear it, and I know you do too

Its the clock with a battery that I know will soon die

The hands will stop moving when I need them most

and what will I do with myself then?

When I am forced to leave you behind on my dresser

Pick up a new watch

Strap her on my wrist

And ask her to tell me the time.
P Chartier Dec 2012
You are pushing pressure down below my pulsing muscle
But I felt that force turn around
and push you away
You have the strength to fight against this wave
that has a karma affect taking place
And my straggling candies are melting
setting me free from this drowning sea
I'm wondering to myself
when is it time to

BURST AND BLOOM
into me.
P Chartier Nov 2012
I am the sand
              That falls down the glass
                                                     Drip
                                                             Drip
                                                                     Drip
        
                                                                      T i m e    w i l l    s  l  o  w  l  y    p a s s

                                                               Who will flip me over
                                                        I need to start new
                                          As I am here waiting
                            Feeling the cold air that blew
P Chartier Nov 2012
Cut open my flesh

What will you find?

Strength that is stained

With wine that is sweet.

Filled with life and love

Which is confined in tiny tubes

But when you open my flesh

its all let

free

— The End —