My six string draws blood
A small price to pay for the enjoyment
of making music
~  later  ~
Callouses on every tender fingertip
(left hand)

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Love draws blood
A small price to pay for its reward
of soul rises and laughter
~ * later*  ~
Callouses on my heart
(every time I think of you - with him)

I traversed the solar
plexus of your lies
abseiled the craggy mid-drift
of long forgotten repentance
passing through your belly button
of hidden desires
and emerged
smelling of not-roses
from the crevice of your denials.
My surveyors report summarised thus -
(You're) **rotten through and through...

I thought I could grasp it
The washed out blue life of it
The tainted shadows that live among it
The other side of it
But it, is something that cannot be foreseen
It is something you stumble upon
Once you fall into the bottomless pit of it
Never to come out

Insincere smile
With sad eyes
That's how he described me
Lifeless laughs
With silent thoughts
And desire to be free
He said,
You give
But you can't take love
Odd, for someone who needs it
You touch,
But you can't feel
You hear,
But you don't listen
You stare,
But you can't see
What could be,
If you just let me

My life has been
upside down
for so long that
I can now walk
on the ceiling
without leaving
footprints.
   ~mce

Even after ten years
of living alone
the coal mine depth
of the morning silence
stuns me.
Time was, it could be
pierced by Mozart,
birdsong, poetry.
Now it has become
an impenetrable,
invisible wall
that I strain at
but cannot
hear through.
I accept that it
is permanent.
I know that when
the silence ends,
I will too.

Saying goodbye was only the beginning
of a whole new world of hellos.

If you listen carefully enough you can hear her voice break as her words smash off the rocks of her insecurities.