12 June, 2011 at 00:22 (Uncategorized)

I am drowning, screaming, crying,
all the noise inside is building
your voice, like water,
is that oasis of calm
and the storm subsides.
The swamp and sludge of it around me
sinks and piles in upon my skin
until I feel that I must fall
beneath it’s hideous weight
your voice
in the sunlight
stops the sludge from building,
me from sinking
I can handle anything
with you.


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12 June, 2011 at 00:08 (Uncategorized)

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Moth Screams

2 June, 2011 at 17:16 (Uncategorized)

You have always been the most compulsive of trainwrecks.
My light in the darkness as the rain pours down upon our heads.
I was always out of range of your whip
Dancing close enough to enjoy the pain
and far enough away never to get hurt
as all the others did.
Did you resent that or my laughter more?
Finally you can get away from the city, you’ve cut all your bonds.
Unfurl in all your glory and show us all just what could spring from
You, the most glorious of trainwrecks
the most…glorious…of…
your carefully constructed criticisms
were insipid today
your beautifully barbed insults
were nothing today
as you tore away at where you percieve
my happiness to be.
You, like all the dozen others,
never learned anything of me.
That hurts more than the intended barbs,
I wish, almost you’d meant it to.
Tell me, did I never fake my screams loud enough for you?
The most glorious of trainwrecks and you ended up being
spattered with the same sunlight as the rest of us
as you sink another lover down
into that mire
I always skirted round, yet could never stop looking into.
Last year, if you’d paid attention,
you’d have seen my silent screams,
and known, where I keep my happiness, far away in a glass jar,
with my heart, no matter how that seems.
So construct your barbed whips
Speak your words,
tell me am I screaming loud enough for you?

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