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Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
At night, you dream of magic and the
Dream comes out like clockwork
Precision actions, present like the
Wolves I keep at bay just to assure
You have the sweetest of smiles

Now that you’re awake and gone
Now that your pillows are cold
Now that your bed is all alone
Where do I go?

You rest your head again on the
Gates of a nightmare that I have
To protect you, I lay down my
Dreams so hollow and cold
Fighting fire with fire again

Now that you’re awake and gone
Now that your pillow fully soaked
Now that you’ve escaped what you fear most
Where do I go?
Where can I go from here and just where
Is the light of day you promised
To wake me from the nightmares you
Swore were never real.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
The moon shines
And it defines a halo
That is worn too thin
Hanging limp from her throat

Grace will fall
And the skies will part

The treetops brace
And isolate the impact
A small opening to hell
With a broken wing she’ll roam

Grace has fallen
And the ground will part

No angels beckon
Nothing to protect calls out
But as if guided by forgotten memory
She walks straight back again

Grace had fell
And the sky won’t call

Invisible signs guide her eyes
To the stairway He forgot
The steps paved with glass tears
And the barbs of regrets

Grace will rise
But the path will weep

With the blood of the mindless angel
Following back to the start again
Forever falling from a pedestal
Deserved and unwanted.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
White chocolate suicide
This drizzle’s ****** ***
Hard whipped, it tantalizes
Steals air from her lungs

Five scoops of velvet flesh
Slight hint of cherries, bruised
This pleasure grows amidst
Flushed cheeks so rosy hued

Toss in a little cyan-dye
Sweet taste of passion blue
If dessert could ****, she’d die
To savor something new

It’s time to take a bite
Before it melts away
Might just take all night
It’s kidnapped her days

Searing as it warms her thighs
Wintry as it chills her bones
Soft-shell too hard to hide
Each taste’s a lustful moan

What’s better than her sweets
Covered in delightful gems?
Unparalleled this frozen treat
Even to her thoughts of him

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Waking up from the happiness towards the moments I now feared
As the shadows of the moon have all but softly disappeared
Is it a waste counting down the days to finally accompany you, my dear?
Believe me when I said I’ve never felt so far from… closure.

Deep within those eyes so clear

The seconds seemed so trivial and the passion long overdue
While the rain soaked our skin, much like how love used to
Every sigh that you released believed it was too good to be true
Would you believe me if I said I’m falling further… away?

Into those waters so blue

Patience and hope fell through in those days of joy and remorse
Trusting each day to be better than to let life run its uncertain course
Until the day it came that belief in those words could no longer be forced
Sometimes I wish I didn’t believe… always and forever, you’d love…

In mine and yours and us and ours
Drifting in silence of nothing… for hours

Upon words and thoughts, that no longer mattered
Drifting in silence, like a heart… only shattered

Far away and isolated, still you reappear in my sight
The lands you could never be have whispered your name in light
Of the tears you'll never see until my heart gains flight
Will I be reborn again or am I still only wishing to feel alive... with you?

In the final moment where you had opened your eyes
The pool of tears you had left has only become mine
You've flown away with time and regret, but with a smile after the sighs
When I finally meet you again, I will tell you all about…

the soul that never crossed the ocean.


My soul will never crossed the ocean… without you.

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Comatose in a lover’s embrace
Her skin is growing cold again
Warmed by the ***** vein of blood
The lightest heart has holes within

Lost to the edge of tattered sheets
Stroke the flesh, she’ll purr to atone
Vegetable to consciences and mind
The heaviest heart is made of stone

Bent off on four to the floors tile-cold
There’s a little more left to bear
“The beast doth speak when the mind is gone”
The darkest heart sets out its snare.

Bound by grips and gagged by moans
Against the gasps thrown all about
Defiled corpse of living innocence
The brightest heart is giving out

Fell in love towards hell and found
The ****** one who’d prayed
In the silence of lust and timidity
The deviled heart waiting for its fallen Angel

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
In the only eyes I’ve ever lived
Sighing softly in the night
I would surrender all I have to give
If only to keep you in my sights

I’m burning bright in your blues
With the slightest touch of your skin
You’re the only one that I’d choose
The one I think about as my heart gives in

But every time it rains
I wonder if you’re crying
But every time it rains
I can feel you holding on
To me

In the only heart I’ve ever died
Cursing my name in your sleep
Of the secrets in we confide
Of the love that we fell in so deep

I’m lost in the anger of you denying me
And I’m so close to giving up I’m afraid
Do you think of what this love could be?
Are you still struggling against this fate?

But every time it rains
I see you soak in tears
And every time it rains
I can feel you holding on
To me

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
What harm could this be?
Euphoria far too intense
To forget for so long
Darken these lines
So they flow so clean
The secret of the marks are to crave it
more than the pain it caused

But even if the Gods were to forgive
Damaging the temples, all sacred
The bliss concentrates in parallels
Made with no regards

Still, crawling into subtle madness worth repeating
Bleeding out the pain that was never gone

Could one ever enter
Immoral heavens, flashing
Light on tilting grounds
Dripping into pools that stain the earth
Losing every ounce of strength to stand
Leaves the body charmed by remarkable feats
To escape the floor

But frenzied off the loss of the pain
Locking doors to the mind better left open
Never ending are the paths once they’re drawn
And a new one is born

Still, crawling into subtle madness worth repeating
Bleeding out the pain that was never gone
But temporary bliss always fades, never finding a solution
Bleeding out the pain for answers that will never come

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
The sweetest rush comes from failing
To keep out the demons created
Fabricated to keep the sanity somewhere
Recreating the bars on skin to contain them

The bitter taste comes from realizing
How many cannot understand this struggle
One that started from the beginning
And ceases to fade away permanently

The highest point came hiding the truth
Every line a grim marker of a ****** edge
Deciding an abstraction is the best distraction
For years on years, building inward

The lowest point came from discovering
How futile the ignorance can become
Fighting against it is all too tiring
When a little spill is easier to clean

The last point came from recalling
The future was a shell of what was
A present labored in the persistence of pain
Left by the past that refuses to disappear

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
Tender soft skin, once thought to be stone
Once separate layers now split, uneven
Exposing it's red underneath a dark canvas
A razor edge brush guides this painting
The peace that was once dead- springs to life, unwilling
Hoping once more that this form will contain it

A temporary hold; a soulless container
The colors are dull and the mind is hazy
Exposed a red brush upon the dark canvas
The paint is too thin, it lacks the luster
Searching for more, brush turned inward
Gushing from the source for a scarlet hued angle

Fading in and out, a masterpiece undone
Marred with a vision that remains so tranquil and clear
Exposing bits of red to the darkest corners of the canvas
It reaches outward to escape the ending
A final signature, caught weak of final breath
A nightmare come true without the masterpiece completed

This story once told hangs lost on these walls
Fading colors of a past still remembered today
Exposed to reds hue in the dark canvas of this mind
The paint long worn thin and the canvas is tattered
But it recreates itself as this peace will never last
A dead portrait of myself that will never be finished
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
You've found yourself in the mirror
In the eyes that won't betrayed
If I let you bleed, will you suffer the same?

In the smile that was hopeless
In the sorrow that no one sees
If I let you breathe, you will suffer the same.

The constant state of being
What you are and are not supposed to be
These are memories in the truths of the lies

Too beguiled, alone, and afraid
To see that you actually are me
And we’ve done everything to end us tonight

With the hand you've called for me
And without voice, you summon the rest
"If we will let you bleed, we'll suffer the same."

But you've marked yourself indifferent
Yet we're the ones to shoulder blame
"But we let you bleed so you won't suffer the same."

The nine souls misled from deception
Will be your fears and mistakes
We live in the chambers of your shattered mind

And in the nights that you will see us
You will no longer be afraid
Because we are the same in body, soul, and mind

© 2014
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