#thebibliographyofunspokentruths
A paper cut
A ****** machete
Became a thorn on the focus
Became the pause on the focus
A wail of the wee ones
A whirl on the freeways
Became a soft smothering
Became a daft splattering.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
Shadows settle where warmth once stood
On windowsills
Beneath quilted covers
Emancipated, gaunt figures now linger there :
Reeking of desperation, to make sense of the cold.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
We'll hang up our cowls & capes
In the thick of the collapsed ruins
Cranking one last tune on expired phonographs
Groaning as osteofluorosis plays his merry tune again
Still, gazing with the vast emptiness of long-lost eyes,
As a long lost chord haunts these halls again, we mutter :
"I can hear it now, like I heard it then."
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
A numb sense of right & wrong
The aftermath of events went nuclear
Making an esoteric pact all alone by a round table
Who what when why - identity crisis of belief
Even with the chill of culmination
I recall the actual events of long ago, like it was yesterday.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
the sensations of formerly heralded emotions
begin as pins and ******
ode to them as tears appear on skin taut as paper
undertow of familiar ashes beneath papyrus heart, rosetta mind
though that fragile bough breaks, hurtling us to our end.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
While I eventually await the end - all siren call
Of the heat death of our universe
Killing time with the minutiae of hourglasses
Enroaching sub-zero temperatures ensure I will never achieve that closure.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
The absence of heat, rather than being in a true inverse of statement, i.e : It is warm - it's hot, instead, i. e : It's cold - there is no warmth, there is absence of heart. This brings to mind peculiar similarities with emotional states, where even sorrow brings a flushed face and tears streaming through eyes.
However, the absence of heat, in the emotional spectrum, is indeed a disastrous precedent. It brings to mind detachment, depression, and a distinct emotion of loss.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Gaunt, slipping through time, evading notice.
Buried alive, a small comfort, exaltation of terra firma.
Gauntlets equipped, not unlike shackles, once more into the fray.
Unearthed, foul arcana preserving an empty husk, begging for rest in moans.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
Lay me beside you
Lay me to rest
I dare not meet your eyes
Not even in my dreams
Forever tending to the flames between us
Forever shivering in the void you left.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
In the ruins of previous lives, ghosts meandered. (soft cheer, and laughter.)
With a skylight turned inside out, cracks, fenestrating form. (soft sobbing, and fear.)
On the desk lay stained glass, and the ashes of yesterday. (softer times, and love.)
Just in time, for the air sirens.
Illustrations on the glass, now of resignation.
Musty tomes fluttered, and in the unnatural torrent of gales,
Angels of metal sent love letters, to wash it all away with indifferent flames.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
How are you?
I end up funneling warmth to that part of me.
How have you been?
A simple query, to see if you're still there.
I've missed you.
Bitter frost cracks open with the uninvited warmth.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
There is magic where we once held memorable moments
Your glances, there was perfect chemistry in them, enough to quell the melatonin within.
I'll wrangle my ghosts, sipping from a goblet of ashen intent, dusty wills.
_Where's the haunting?_
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
I caught you lying
I caught you picking your teeth off the floor
Not so pretty now are you?
Now your dead soul calls out again to me.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
Your portrait decays the longer I observe it.
I don't think you deserve the vibrant colours you've been etched by.
Perplexed, perhaps these are my reservations speaking.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
Awake, awaiting for your presence to bring a warm pulse shimmering in meaningful gazes.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
It has been a long time since the fires flitted across my mind.
Has passion simmered down, or am I just ashes, waiting to be reborn?
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
My own words
Clawed fiery tantrums
Across my contents of the breast
Her very presence
Kissed icy trails
Deep into tissue
She was the very essence of void
Drying up all my fiery wounds
Desiccating me into dust.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
And with the persistence of silence
I turn to the previous chapters
And relive them once more.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
With once forgotten sensuality
I kiss you again.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
I wish this cold warmth of assurance could've been shared.
I hoped that you would've come along, as whole as you were.
((As thick as this lead is, my genuinity was for it all.))
But now, as thin and fading my writing becomes
I've become similar, with soul truly bare
And heart, flushed with actual sunlight.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Neither one of us want to say goodbye
Now, I'll be looking you in the eye.
Narrow rivers of red trickle down my arm
Only tears stream down our faces, the knife digging deeper.
Oh, shrouded in grief we became.
Only a minute for us to breathe.
_And time resumes, cloaked once again from perception._
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
It was not courage I found, dwelling up inside.
I roared at empty spaces til I bled out.
Neither was it hope, clinging unto shreds.
I tore apart, tattered ataraxia.
I found the elusive line between cacophony & symphony.
Here I lie,
In peace.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
The persistence of loss insinuates that we once had something, only to lose it.
My blood rushed throughout my body, as I felt countless lips pass mine.
My blood rushed throughout my body, as I recalled endless hurt trickling down my eyes.
The persistence of loss states we were once more, then we understood that we lost things we never knew we had.
_Our soft pleading drowns out even the shrillest of screams._
So why does loss play on our tongues,
More than ever, moving on?
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
She is boundless
Eternal
Tears well up in my eyes
For her love was eternal
As time relinquished its hold over logic
And the sparks reignited frigid hearts
Returning to furnaces of courage, bravery and purpose,
She is the ocean. And she lies asleep, awaiting.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
There have been a dozen homes
a thousand kisses
but only seven wild flowers litter the porch of memories
baring their beauty in stark consistent contrast of concrete
year after year
as if their presence
unyielding
unwelcome
showed that love
would always
stay.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC