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JL  Jul 2012
I apostrophe M
JL Jul 2012
nobody
listen
to me
for a s
econd
You  a
re her
e with
me. T
akeon
e
breath
justone/
justtwo/
justthree
getting stingy
stay forever here with me
In thelights
The
crashing car
I swear I see
A shootingstar
It leads me now
to believe
Pavement is the enemy
Lukewarm god
Spat me out
So I lay still
There's stars to count
I love you gasoline
I want to soak
The flame in me
Spark enough
Just one blue spark
Then I could see you
In this dark
Jacobe Loman  Aug 2016
Dark Room
Jacobe Loman Aug 2016
Unimposing to the objects around.
Visualizing each item with vivid detail.
Haunting the forgotten sleeping synapse.
Hidden deep within the fiber.
Feeling lungs cascading violently.
Sundering pops of adrenaline punctuate.

Shadows cast doubt over courage.
Crossed eyes seeing double vision.
Tranquility forbid the beating heart.
Shaken steadily upon each migraine.
Broken toe acting subtle.

Windows eviscerating the light.
Dimming color and pigments alike.
Dancing brave the wildly fire.
Black and blue, mildly haze.
Images of demon and ghoul take the hour.

Sickened sunken skeletal room.
White tiles caress coldly as ice.
Air circulates with grim agenda.
Hands riddled with obnoxious arthritis.
Brooming the dust, sweeping the fear.

The beautiful black steed champions it away.
Red are the hoofs painting the scene.
Vaporizing the light by any means.
Delegating everything entirely serene.
Shootingstar, throttling deemed.

Brilliant cloud looming so high.
Setting the Sun into the sky.
Benevolent brother opposing shy.
Sorcering wisdom allowing to fly.
Devilish the Moon, waking my eye.

— The End —