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The Angels SingThe Angels Sing
The clock struck noon on this hallowed day.
At my side is where my wife will lay.
Her face, so beautiful, a smile, so divine,
Will never be seen again in this time.
The loathing within is I know to be damned,
But should I ever let go of her hand?
This heart may breathe or it may burn.
When the pain subsides, maybe I can learn
The angels sing on this hallowed day
For a new member has come into their way
Life RenewedLife Renewed
Blossoming fields of endless grief and sorrow,
Sewn by a silent wraith, unguised,
Bear the fruits of the waning sunlight
Whilst this heart slumbers again.
In reflection of the moon, yearning to awaken soon,
Overhead, stars simply frozen in their place.
Darkness claims to envelop the land,
To wrought the fears of reprimand,
We've brought this fate upon ourselves.
But even in the spilling of the blood,
Hidden in desires lied not as love, but of lust,
The ability to change lies dormant and weeping,
And a sparkling hope still glimmering dim.
Shown by a reflection in the water,
May my ripples, this image erase.
In a whisper of the wind, whisps away a voice to mend,
Proving that nothing can be done to find serenity.
Kneel by my side and gather your courage, kill the pride,
Alone eludes the strength to stand.
To break the bonds on high, to break the bonds of night,
To sing this song of peace, to ring of sweet release,
Take wing, and dance with me upon the midnight sky
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Borderlined Once Too OftenDear Doctor,
I am not a pile of bones,
worn grey and yellowed
with the stains of this disease--
is a better plan than
an uncertaintity of pills;
(I won't even begin
to berate you for judging-
you'll get yours one day
when perhaps you'll learn
a label is a tool
instead of a weapon);
was never meant to mean
Sincerely, your patient
For Love of the StarsMoon Mother sighs, somber,
beneath a laughing Sun--
his world is ending,
hers has only begun.
The Tangled Webs We Weave...
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive..."
Bob never really liked his job,
a clerk, in a room full of clerks.
Many a time he'd call off sick,
his unwitting boss- a jerk!
The sun was up, the air was fresh,
those eighteen links were calling.
Bob called in sick (a fevered chill),
his bold-faced lie - appalling!
But as it was his boss had plans,
clients that needed wooing.
So they hit the links at eight-o-five,
"Is that Bob? Who's he fooling?!"
Sad to say, Bob lost his job (sigh),
still unemployed, though he tries.
If only he had told the truth...
he wouldn't have been ensnared by his web of lies!
2. The Affair
It seemed to Joe she worked too much,
overtime almost every night.
He missed their quiet times at home,
he wondered, did she see his plight?
His best friend Ed had tipped him off,
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
SynestheteI place you in the ground
and stand above, exposed.
Unliving and unbound,
the night sky does not close
but opens further, rounding
gently light off the floes;
for moments, all new-found
sounds I see are composed
of you. The near-dead ground
sheds its husk. Mud reposes
itself at your feet, crowns
your limp head. Night closely
mirrors dagger slash found
in your gullet. New clothes
cannot unlive this. Bound,
I re-shovel the frozen
earth, slowly at first, mound
the strewn piles. Light flows
over from the background:
sirens. What vibrant blues,
how mute the turn-around.
In these end times, one does
what he must while the hounds
chase. Night offers no close,
offers no way to find
the means to say what goes
without saying. Unbound,
I let out the red rose,
lay my body facedown.
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lie
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
Life Of A ConscienceRain slides down the window pane
As I slowly go insane
Falling with tears, down my face
Slowly making an empty space
Fall out the window, float up high
Deeper and deeper into the sky
Dance in sunshine, bathe in clouds
Away from people and looming clouds
Fall into a lake, see into the water
Cut nets and save, fish from slaughter
Spiral up and down, with the waves
Follow the paths that have been paved
Follow the turning twisting bends
Never giving up until the end
Jump over barriers, crawl round mistakes
Sleep and take a decent break
People laugh and people frown
Taking turns to wear the crown
When it’s hard, together we try
We don’t want to say goodbye
We stand together, you’re not alone
The same down to our very bone
We light the day, comfort the night
And together we will make things right
When I was alone, as one,
These eyes were stripped blind, as you could see,
Under skies lit with a radiant bright blue brilliance
I could never behold.
When I was alone, as one,
This heart was laced within ice, so cold to the touch,
Under white wind whispering sweet melody
While I could never behold.
Let the harmony ring a fleeting, singing breeze
Under these skies dimmed through starless nights.
Rain your innocence upon me,
Grant me a reason to be,
Save me while there's still something left to save.
I'm not as strong as you believe,
I need you just as you need me, but for now...
Sleep well, my lovely orchid.
Blossom in your sweet dreams,
and come to accept this as the truth in our reality.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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