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M Eastman Jan 2015
Don thy best armours
For your heart flies
a lock of her shining hair
betwixt the spear shaft
to pierce the hearts of men
their broken forms lay strewn
across aphrodites battlefields
Beware you glimpse
such grace as ever strode
the folds of firmas breast
Mark Steigerwald Dec 2014
Words cut like knives
that pierce our bones,
summers fade
and hearts collapse.

Years from now
we'll remember these days,
the tears we cried
and the songs we sang.

We'll walk
through the fields,
we'll talk in the woods,
sing a song of our journey
and pray,
we never go through those days again.

But for now
we walk this barren land
wasted of breath
drained of tears,
waiting for the coming
of those golden years.

When worlds collide
all fears shall hide,
all sorrow gone.
M Eastman Nov 2014
Silver Forest
Glinting Steel
Pierces Me
From Every Angle
Walls of Razor
And Floors of Blade
Slowly
Justin S Wampler Aug 2014
spinning whilst ripping
piercing it's way through

my dreaded fate dripping
sovereign blood on you

clogged, congested, compressed
our hearts need augurs now too

in order to wash away the
horrible things that we do

to ourselves
Revenant Aug 2014
I miss how we were the only ones alike.
We were the only two of that caliber, and you knew it.
Electricity flew between your lips and mine.
We were beautiful.
I miss how our voices pierced the heavy silence around us, and tangled up with one another.
I miss how we preformed for no more than one another.
I miss how your melodies kissed my face as they glided about our space.
I miss our shared breath.  
I miss my voice moving in perfect time with yours; curving up to meet your highs, and dipping down to brush against your lows.
I miss the way you would look at me when I took control and owned the song-- with that sly, crooked grin.
The accidental physical touch
The longing when our time ran out
The lingering of your voice, and that crystal gaze burning into my core
The teasing and the backhanded compliments
Never too sure of what's work and what's play
But I'm sure of this:
There is a certain intimacy that comes with throwing your heart and soul into the void, and hoping it doesn't fall flat.
There's an even deeper intimacy that follows when you meet another voice, and you move and reach and swell and growl and throw everything you have into that one note.
Because without passion, we are dead.

Breathe into me.
I liked to fancy
That I could throw you a look
And pierce your stone heart.

— The End —