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Show me the cuts that he made,
In your wooden heart,
Like carvings in a tree.
When you were lost in him,
A forest full of grabbing hands,
Tearing at your shirt.
You were swallowing your tears then,
A river flowing down your throat,
To pool heavy in your lungs.
He didn't hide those scars,
Because he wanted you to know,
That he hated himself more than you ever could.
Your veins start to turn to stone,
Blue blood, red eyes,
Pale skin freckled by Winter sun.
He took your nakedness from you,
Surrounding your body in darkness,
Eyes closed, mouth open.
You learned not to cry before him,
Watering a miniature garden,
In the faint pre-dawn light.
He forced his way into you,
A raw peach broken,
In uneven, crooked pieces.
He blows you out,
And he leaves you as a smouldering candle,
In a basement room.
But how can he go on living,
As a noon-day shadow,
A vespertine in a land of angels?
I try to hold you gently,
To feed your returning flame without engulfing it,
But if my breath makes you shiver,
Please forgive me.
In your wooden heart,
Like carvings in a tree.
When you were lost in him,
A forest full of grabbing hands,
Tearing at your shirt.
You were swallowing your tears then,
A river flowing down your throat,
To pool heavy in your lungs.
He didn't hide those scars,
Because he wanted you to know,
That he hated himself more than you ever could.
Your veins start to turn to stone,
Blue blood, red eyes,
Pale skin freckled by Winter sun.
He took your nakedness from you,
Surrounding your body in darkness,
Eyes closed, mouth open.
You learned not to cry before him,
Watering a miniature garden,
In the faint pre-dawn light.
He forced his way into you,
A raw peach broken,
In uneven, crooked pieces.
He blows you out,
And he leaves you as a smouldering candle,
In a basement room.
But how can he go on living,
As a noon-day shadow,
A vespertine in a land of angels?
I try to hold you gently,
To feed your returning flame without engulfing it,
But if my breath makes you shiver,
Please forgive me.
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Masked
You've been hiding your thoughts;
You've been hiding your actions.
Closed in your own world;
Creating a perfect image.
Your feelings can't be heard,
Your wishes can't come true.
The ambition is gone,
The faith is gone.
Nobody believes what you're saying now.
It's all masked.
It's all been left behind,
In an unmasked time- back then.
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I Hope You Fall
When you've played your last card
When you've done your last trick
I hope they see through the bluff
I hope they see you freeze on stage
When you're left with no other option
When you're torn between two choices
I hope you realize how it all hurts
I hope you understand the consequence
After the world stops revolving around you
After the days endlessly fuse with nights
I hope some truth enlightens you
I hope that you see one last star
After you've failed to keep your promise
After you've failed to realize I hate you
I hope you fall
Oh, do I hope you fall
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Surreal Reality
Surreal Reality:
The tides that bind a fallen city,
Swirls of vision, animosity...
Lost beneath a silvered glass,
Watch and wait as hours pass.
You find yourself, now surreal,
Surrounded by clocks with a ticking squeal.
You walk to the kitchen, a hand you find,
A platter in which to place your mind.
The microwave dings, the toaster rings,
From the oven you pull, intestinal strings.
You stab with the knife, it ends in your head,
Place your mind into a toasted bread...
You walk to the car, you breathe in deep,
You look into your pocket; the bottle you keep.
You take a long swig, it's a magical drive,
Your soul falls asleep while
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This is beautiful, and the first three times I read it, this was more to heart than I'd like to admit. You're like a fortune cookie, always accurate and personal, and often completely by accident. I never quite figured out if I was generic, or if you just make things that accidentally make me feel deep emotions.
Anyways, onward.
I took this as a piece about abuse. Sexual, maybe physical in general. I got the first vibe from the lost forrest tearing at her shirt. It felt like an abuse story turned into a rape, and it makes me curious of what you may be experiencing or reading that inspired it. I imagine this type of piece hits many hard, sadly.
Even if my interpretation is off, this was wonderfully written.
Anyways, onward.
I took this as a piece about abuse. Sexual, maybe physical in general. I got the first vibe from the lost forrest tearing at her shirt. It felt like an abuse story turned into a rape, and it makes me curious of what you may be experiencing or reading that inspired it. I imagine this type of piece hits many hard, sadly.
Even if my interpretation is off, this was wonderfully written.