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slow burn Mar 2020
I saw tendrils of smoke rise in front of your eyes,
That did linger and waft around your head like halos,
Some getting caught up in all of your breathing,
Much the same way I'm caught up in your speaking,
Bluntly landing with deadly accuracy,
Specifically demanding intransigent factors flee.

Melancholy stares from across the table,
Your thoughts waiting in line for me,
Each sentence I finish is a cue for you,
To race towards the end where your words are crushing.

My breath is now short as you leave the table,
The room begins spinning,
And I feel unable,
To stop what's been coming for so long,
I've been running in place,
Still face to face with the truth through all these years.

It was broken the whole time,
And you'd be the one to leave the table first.
slow burn Mar 2020
I tried to write
But all that came out were colors
In the shades of our love
And the hues that formed our history
Saturated my mind so brightly
That I saw it not as a poem
But as more of a painting

The letters didn't form words so much
As they formed a lovely mural
Across the canvas of my heart
Still locked away
Only put on display for you
And eyes that saw themselves as the key
Freed from the loneliness of eternity

There was no punctuation
Only fireworks that were still burning
Weightless in the clarity of the heavens
That found themselves to be
All the illumination we need
To rest comfortably in the spectrum of each other
How would you describe a color you'd never seen before but with your heart
slow burn Mar 2020
be still beloved devils and fiends
we need silence if we're getting this right
we've only got one shot tonight
sitting on the edge of oblivion's front door
if only that we had the key

brimstone and other drivel
3 blind mice that stand to shrivel
in the mouth of the wolf that caught them
sitting in the house that formed from the old man's riddle

casting shadows now the moonlight is set afire
and souls burning brighter take wing and seek
higher aspirations that soaked in blood and other nonsense
could douse us all in a witches emulsion
it would melt the skin right off your bones, fellas.

but we got 'em now,
you can almost hear them howl,
and scream their silly night away,
so terrified
and wide open eyed
a lifeless limb dreamscape parade
that one was kind of dark, huh
slow burn Mar 2020
Such eyes that stand on starlight,
Atop a vessel filled with hopes and dreams
Drowning in the gravity of reality
Know that they can still shine when they want to.

With ears that can't hear what they want to,
Or be told what should or not aught to,
That clearly have a mind all their own,
Know only the solace of the mind's disowned revelry.

Cherry-picked cheekbones fixed to the frame
Holding up an absolute smile that acts as a crack
A break from the banal and crushing clarity of everything else
That which isn't absurd or nonsensical.

All of this to say that I see,
In you what yourself may fail to perceive,
This wonderful and indescribable thing,
If its dry
Sarcastic
And ever questioning glory
Or if its something more subtle
That you'd probably think is boring,
But it keeps me hooked,
And keeps me going.
slow burn Feb 2020
I felt an ocean breeze spray delightful freedom,
Heard distant gulls cry out in infinite disdain,
Watched the timeless shore stand defiant,
And learned so many things about human nature.

Crying children begging for candy from their mothers,
A pack of wolves surrounding a weakened calf,
Drunken businessmen ambling in ever widening circles,
Entire choruses of angels singing hymns to lift the ******,
All connected with threads intangible and expansive,
All connected though pain and suffering,
Heartache and disrepair,
Broken and pleading for sanctuary.

Leveraging our ever approaching demise
Against the hope that an outcome favorable to time
Tells silent stories to our children's children
Lullabies that border on legend rock them swiftly to sleep.
slow burn Feb 2020
I am what lies after the fire,
Ember and fading heat,
Slowly glowing under a blackened sky,
As ash begins to collect around me,
I am begging to stay longer than I'm allotted,
My birth so long ago even the trees don't remember.

Red and furious I know to bide my time,
As all my hours spent here amount to knowledge,
Intuition and cunning are beyond my better days.

But with knowledge and time come responsibility,
And with responsibility comes disappointment,
From others that have been failed by me,
For my flame was not hot enough to fight,

Here I lie,
With twilight by my side,
Fleeting heat seeking kindling to start,
Anew what I know cannot continue.
slow burn Feb 2020
We are the light everlasting,
But inside us all are darknesses,
Swirling and festering,
Until released and sprung forth,
With teeth that gnash and bite.

Delicious souls of prosperous brotherhood,
Life and decimated breath
Left bereft the seeds of our creation,
Blood rituals and desperate hope,
Do cling to our lives as faith to the blind.

Unironic apathy led to qualitative disarray,
And into it's kingdom I fell,
Such sweet demise of youthful detachment,
Our laughter just falls away.
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