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1.2k · Mar 2014
A Remedy
SM Mar 2014
If I were air, I’d be the wind on your face as you try to get away on your bike.
Caressing the curvature from your cheekbones to your chin.

If I were brightness, I’d be the flame from your lighter.
Here to light your cigarettes and candles.

If I were clothing, I’d be your t-shirt.
Listening to you inhale defeat and exhale content.

If I were the darkness, I’d be your shadow.
Ever present during the day and holding you at night.

If I were a mystery, I’d be the ocean
You could discover my depth.

If I were a beat, I’d be the ticking of your wristwatch.
A reminder each second that time progresses.

If I were words, I’d arrange myself into a book.
A story to keep you company in the winter.

If I were a spirit, I’d be a ghost.
Silently witnessing how you live.

If I were an addiction, I’d be your last cigarette.
You’d desire to get more of my flavor.

If I were hopefulness, I’d be your ambitions.
In hope that you’d find me buried somewhere in your dreams.

If I were a body part, I’d be your fingernails.
Close to your lips when you become anxious.

If I were a color, I’d be red.
Living within your veins.

But I am not.
You put your hand up to block the wind.
You only strike my flame for a moment, and then put me out.
All I hear are empty sighs
And you’ve become afraid of what is in the darkness.
You’ve learned swim to shore, to escape my vastness
And my loud ticking at night drives you insane.
You’ve read me to boredom.
I feel your presence, but you feel none of mine.
You’ve smoked too much and can’t feel the high anymore,
And you do not dream any more. You only have nightmares.
Your nails are now bitten to the bone.
And you’ve bled yourself dry.
697 · Mar 2014
Denseless
SM Mar 2014
We delve down deep within
To decipher dreams and demons;
To deduce the true denotation of our decisions.
Diminishing greatness
Derived from the dead and done.
What we must discover is that we are
Dimensionless; dissolved.
We are individuals as a device.
Devised and intertwined.
D.
530 · Mar 2014
A Voice
SM Mar 2014
I hear you whisper
sweet words only I can hear;
beautiful silence.
A haiku.
510 · Mar 2014
Internal
SM Mar 2014
I look at myself and sometimes
I wonder when it was exactly
That I broke.
Why is there an ocean
Inside of me?
And why is it so angry?
Are you the moon
That causes my tides?
You wont stop, sweetheart.
I know you can't help your pull.
But maybe my ocean is to be blamed for existing.
My core is rigid but I've never felt so vulnerable.

— The End —