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 Apr 1 Styles 12
 Apr 1 Styles 12
I’ll walk clifftop.

Watch the sunrise fractured by a hundred different puddles, made whole again by the sea.

I’ll bleed peace and spill calm over ground that should’ve been cared for by now, and I’ll draw maps of the old season in battleship blue and a half-healed ****** crimson.

I’ll love them: Today they are mine.
Tonight I’ll give them away, and I’ll love them more.

I’ll walk clifftop.

I’ll pause. Watch the sunset rain copper-coins into a rolling-smoke sea, and I’ll miss him.
 Feb 2020 Styles 12
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 Feb 2020 Styles 12
 Feb 2020 Styles 12
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
 Oct 2019 Styles 12
there are women who love demons
you can see it in their eyes
like a sick hunger
silence in a straight jacket
smiling limbs on a pyre
staring entranced
whiskey blind
as if marveling
at a howling blood-spattered dingo in a crater
seduced to wander off half-naked into a bush of thorns
******* barbed hooks for heroine kisses
women on fire who believe in nothing
except their atavistic compulsions

they are a burning land
beauty in ruin
ready for the slender whip
and black-toothed kisses
who giggle and then plunge into an abyss

i hold her like a jaw holds teeth
 Oct 2019 Styles 12
Light House
He was born a sun,
& played under it.
His steps sunk-deep,
into the sand.
Blond boy buoyed 'bout,
as driftwood, unknowingly.
Beautifying, aging, blemishing,
but naively, happily within the salted sea.
Till he washed up ..***** blond,
as driftwood does, eventually, given time,
given tides... & mercy shown.
So all in all, he showed up full.
Let the record show, although
he be darkened, he showed up with a banner,
this saint of lost cause.

Washed up -- ***** blond boy, scared more-than-most ~~~ ....upon
her shore.  Scared, but bold...  His body hit, like a comet
-- collided -- knocked, making a 'THUD!'
sound at her door.  She opened up,
& took him in.

"You will never return to the sea," she said.  "Never again..."

& she made sure of it, after she forever shut her door.
Nevermore... to return to harm.  For always safe, he now was home.
Will have a lot to come back to over the weekend...
It will be worth it though, for a special portfolio I am working on away from this site.  Thank you all for the support.  It goes to a worthy cause, I promise.
 Oct 2019 Styles 12
I Am Here
 Oct 2019 Styles 12
I am here, sitting in the center of the tornado.
Everything moving quickly.
I am here, while noise fills up the room all at once
But nothing said goes unheard to me.

I am here, and everything around seems so happy
While I am here, feeling the weight of the world.
I’m here, while everything seems so bright
Yet I’m still stuck in a deep dark pit.

I am here…
Here I am…
Am I here…?
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