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Today I witnessed a catastrophe;
melodious as it was discordant
symmetrical as it was unbalanced
enlightening as it was frightening
and in that moment I thought
that we all belong to a hurricane
twisting somewhere
leaving twisted
depositing entire trees on
cracked asphalt driveways
child eyes gape
God help them
it will never stop
melodious as it was discordant
symmetrical as it was unbalanced
enlightening as it was frightening
and in that moment I thought
that we all belong to a hurricane
twisting somewhere
leaving twisted
depositing entire trees on
cracked asphalt driveways
child eyes gape
God help them
it will never stop
Literature
im not psychic, we arent fated
two and a half hours from now:
the last day i may ever see you
(if im lucky) but im not lucky so
why dont i just send my adieux
in advance: from mine to yours
two and a half years from now:
the last day, as told by Mayans
something-something years ago
(if im gullible) i might run, panic,
wish i loved more people. but i
believe in apocalypses as much
as you believe in me: not at all.
two and a half eternities from now:
the last time i will tell you how i will
either be dead or yours. however if
you survive 2012 then i doubt i will.
Literature
Simple Safe Feeling
Safe simple feeling of
"I want to wake up
in your arms,
naked skin
swishing against
naked skin.
I want to be
half conscious
of early sunrise morning sky
beyond our dark curtains
before drifting back to sleep
on your chest, in your heartbeat.
I never want to be old
or do commonplace things
that have no soul
to whisper me poetry.
I never want to come down
from this plane
where everything is a perfumed symphony
of colorful emotion,
and everything is words, words, words
trickling themselves down into the perfect lines,
where I call them poetry
and give them to you
on paper, on skin,
by mouth, by hand.
And you know that t
Literature
Pretending to be Grown Up
She's sitting on the dirty bed,
dragging from unlit cigarettes.
Her fingers are curled into the
pillow.Her eyes rimmed with
smudged black eyeliner
and her lips a red smear
shes puffing imaginary smoke
rings into the the reflection in
the mirror.
She maybe thought she loved him,
yes those words might have passed
her parted lips. But they can't be
held against her, she was under the
influence of lust.With his dark
smouldering eyes and mischevious
smirk. And his crisp white button down
shirts that are now patterned
with her lip print kisses.
She glances with hooded eyes at
the steamy glass door of the showe
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