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You are a cool rush

of seaside wind

against my temple.

Hushing over all my

thoughts--

Lapping over my legs against the shore

while the sun drys me out

like clothes line rags--

You speak in touuges,

mischievous

whispers.

Take me in with a growl

and prowl your eyes across my

skin--



For once I am intrigued,

In the smoke--

They collect like water droplets,

in fetal vapor.

They formed off the tongue and over

lips--

Gathered their strength alongside the taste-buds

and drank the oxygen

from the air.

Words

Stanzas

and lines.

Foretold,

born into the atmosphere

through the crackle of freshly lit

American spirits--

They open their eyes and caught fire,

rubbed against temples

and snaked beside

the brain.

Until the lungs developed

and they started to speak of their own

adventours.

Sometimes I hear a

howl

Even not under a once blue moon--

Suspiciously;

under my bed where the carpet burns the bottom

of my belly--

I reach out to unfold all

of the secrets that are locked away

without a key.

But my fingertips are nimble

and refuse to grasp what my mind

tells me isn't there--

Unconsciously.

The inside of me screams

for what I know lurks

in those shadows

deep in the crevices of an

unknown parallel.

But the people,

the bad ones.

Tell me that my darkness

is only a fear.

Fictitious--

They no not of the truth

about how evil prowls.

Sinks

skulks and finds its way on a

path of memory--

They no not of how powerful

a myth can be.

I see my pretty face mirrored in his old eyes.

As my eardrums soak in the sound

of our blood running side by side.

I threw myself in his hands to run away

But somewhere in me knew that I shouldn't stay--

My limbs tumbled over his fingers and fell

through the cracks in the cabin floor.

Into his dream where all of my ghosts couldn't venture.

I thought I touched them but I found only him in

unsatisfied slumber somewhere deep inside

this house.

I ran away from my reflection.

where it hid in the cupboards and under all of the rugs.

He fount my pretty face trapped on his book-shelve

between Great Expectations and an old copy of Howl.

Your a devil with

a jar full of ghouls

tucked behind your bosom.

Sins and heartache--

you'll eat them all alive

with a smile

and a crook

of your finger.

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Loki1313
17:22 Jul 02 2012

Short but very nice.

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Somewhere beyond that smile

and smoke.

Was a boy who use to think

of those

far away galaxies--



Ponder with me on an old park bench

and talk endlessly

as the skyline faded out into a

dull shade of rose.



Just like those lips,

plump and split--

Chipped away from the grind of your

coffee stained teeth.



You told me that we were never living

until we were happy.

But the look in your eyes was always so

sad.



After you became what you always hated.

I took it upon myself

to find that happiness you never had.

I've been crawling on my belly,

in

an insecure delusion.

Somewhere

anywhere

from where my roots are planted.

I long for the seas

and soil of far away.

Primal

nostalgic hunger in my muscles,

pulling me away from

meager

skin walkers.

My teeth rip open the patches

on my palms

and I bleed

for a world I haven't taken in.

Your lips were a sunken ship,

waters the filled my lungs

and

burst

before I could reach you--

Submerged.

Your fingers

were in the sand

and over my hips.

I didn't mind if they were colder

than the sea--

when your chest rumbled

and eyes

surveyed me

a

map of wonders.

I told your with

my breath where

the x marked the spot.

But,

you never took the treasure.

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captainglobehead
23:29 Jun 26 2012

Oh fuck...that was awesome.

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captainglobehead
23:29 Jun 26 2012

Oh fuck...that was awesome.

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Your soul lived in a stagnant vessel.

Feeble and wrinkled

like last Sunday paper--

When your voice was once strong,

It reminded me of your father.

As you began

to take the morphine,

your body

folded in on itself

and you looked just like he did--

Your hair stayed black as coal,

and worn leather gathered around those

tired eyes.

Just like your Fathers.

They were blue.

When an able man becomes

a new born again,

he looses his pride--

Though,

you ketp going.

Walking without your shoes and into

summer heat to make your

sweet wines--

Your taste also reminds me of him--

I saw you laying there today

without your breath

and the rise and fall.

I couldn't see your eyes,

I'm sure they close them...

You looked at ease and just so

strong again.

Just like your Father did.

effortless--

Somewhere in my bones

there is a rattle.

Erosion,

that sifts through like they

are grains of sand.

Burnt wood that's charred and teeming

with

heat.

Weightless--

My pupils draw in

sideways street stop lights.

Tunnel vision with caldiscope

colors.

Everything is slow

and still.

My legs are weighed down by

underwater pressure,

and my mind is

higher than the stars--



I forget to tell you everything

that I feel.

How your eyes look dark

and sad--

My lips moved in motions

but utter no sound.

They only produce slight sighs,

that barley grip

the edge of your

attention.

A sigh out of parted lips

cracked and sizzled in morning

rain.

Your front tooth is chipped but you still

managed to make the lower one bleed.



When I tuck my mouth over yours

stale coffee makes a run for my lungs

and settles somewhere in my mind

with our memories--



You spent your time breaking your knuckles

over guitar strings.

Singing for a pretty penny.

While I bottled my words and drank from mason jars.



When you'd sing

my ears would ring with regret and longing.

Your mind was always straight when you

were off key--



A simple boy with his guitar

and I a girl with her notebook

musings.

I'm balanced on a weighted spindle--

You tip

and tease me with

lips the move in the motions

But do not

produce sound waves.

You utter silent lines

and forget to check your breath--

I trip over my thoughts

at record

player speed.

and you hunt me down

with the needle--

Play me until I skip over into your palms

and fall in between your fingers.

Tilt your hands against your smile

and let me tumble down

you throat.

When I'm digested

you

finally find your words.

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captainglobehead
02:37 Jun 14 2012

Stunning imagery.

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Your skin was thick

and it wrapped around me

like

a coat.

Touched shy of my ears and

sent the blood to my cheeks--

My ankles would shake

down the the pads of my feet

and I'd walk them

raw on the concrete.

You'd sniff out my tracks--

pursue

the hunt.

The thrill

and

Kill.

Clotted.

My nose is covered but

the blood snakes over

and in between my fingers-

A sponge that doesn't soak up

my messes.

Cinematic crimson slivers,

slide down the chrome

and swirls in rivets-

The drain lurches like

a hungry wolf,

Laps and leeches--

Brutal consumption

as the taste of iron

floods the back of my throat and warms

my lungs.

Drains down the pipes

and

withers away--

Water down

a light shade of

pink.

You look so sullen sitting

criss-cross in your room-

Your eyes bloodshot.



The tips of your fingers are calloused

painted and chipped with

black nail polish and sharpie.



When you look up

from you screen, the shadows of dusk

turn your skin inside out

and I can see all of your thoughts.



Hanging on strings somewhere far away

the distance in those brown eyes are vast

and I fall into them.

Submerged in sorrows

laughs

and some form of wisdom.



You have a gap between your teeth

and a lions mane of viscous curls

that seem to wrap around your throat

so gracefully.



You're a mess

but in a most mysterious way--

When you cuss it sounds like smooth French,

and the way you smoke your cigarettes

sends temptation at the front of my lips.



Sometimes I want to taste that sullen look

that settles on your mouth.

Sometimes I want to tell you just how

beautiful you are.

Noiseless

Without or with any sound--

My skin sinks to the

bottom of my bed.

Inhale.

The wood and stone of my house

billows a sigh--

All thoughts are tact turn

hushed like a closed and void

mouth.

Stretch.

Its bones rattle and roar.

Lion in a cave of wonders--

It echos in on itself

until

i am one with the breathing.

I settle like sand through a sift,

all the way down

in the sheets cotton fibers.

My ears are ringing

with

tight-lipped

whispers.

Your hair swept around you like

Stardust-

It glimmered in the morning mists

and wrapped around your naked

back.

The Nile--

Snaked its way over your

spine--

White knobs that jutted out against

the sheets

your mouth was a waxing

crescent.

Hazardously it'd twinkle

those sharp cheeks

gaseous red fire

that hit me

like a comet.

Reeling me back

with craters in my skull.

I bought a dress for the first time today--

It reminded me of

when you first said I was

beautiful;

I was wearing ripped jeans

and

my my hair was a hot mess

of curls--

My lips faltered

and i caught my menthol on my palm.

The burning felt good

like it always did.

I rolled up my arms and looked down from my

perch on the oak.

You frame looked smaller than

it already was,

I was use to being the boy while you

wore those cute little sundresses.

I fought your battles

and

carried you home.



When your kisses didn't come anymore,

and you started to fall for

a real man.

I stopped falling for girls who

wore dresses.

You are a man of few words.

When you think of sadness

your mind fills like bottled sand

and the skin wrapped around

your jaw

becomes a dessert .

Vast--

Wonder in afterthoughts while vultures

make their scavenger circle

round your crown.

You stumble in and out

of forests,

climb your brain stem and spiral down to your ribs--

Where blur birds nest

and lay their eggs.

You sail the sea at the bottom of

your belly.

Until you drive heave

back into the world.

Your fingers were nimble--

They rolled like your tongue

against

Bible paper.

You'd light it on fire

with your matches,

that'd hide halfway in you jean pocket.

Press

Indulged and inhale--

Green and black smoke signals.

That'd flow from your blistered lips

and

up far into your nose--

Cavities.

Form a sore on your brain and

hollow out your lungs so

they'd echo when you'd

sing.

Your shirt still smells like moss,

that time we were broken over

the rocks.



When our limbs bent over the stream,

and we laid our feet down

in the water.



Your fingers were long and skinny

like summer sweet grass--

File them between my smile.



I took that halo and slung in around your

neck,

pulled you down off your cloud

and made you hang above the surface.



We laid out bodies down by the creek bed

they day I taught you how

to sin.

Galaxies.

Submerged within your pupils

where they spin and dwindle with the

light.

Stabbing and darting its way

through

windows--

Cuts your throat

clean with a barred shadow-

Flutters and snakes

along your

main vein--

When the sun hits your cheeks

I see them shrink

dry up like black raisins,

crumple

and

turn to dust--

Lost

wandering in a sea

of shallow blues and emerald greens.

They make the colors

in our spectrum

envious.

Treasure Box--

We fount grey solace;

The waves beneath the sandbar

stretched,

far beneath your knobby knees.

Dropped down past your shoulders--

Shone.

The blue bottled bottom

of other worlds.

The salt dried your tongue-

Burnt the ridges of your cheeks

and made your hair bleached green

like

seaweed--

I'd give all my sand dollars

and

sunken ships.

To raid your skin,

make you walk the plank.

I walked a steady line

through mazes of sheet music-

When I opened the 1950's

copy

I wanted to turn around on kiss you.

Your chest was on my back

and I wanted to know

what you were thinking.

Suppressed.

A sigh of regret--

What do lips like yours taste of?

Coffee.

Plain and mystery.

A novel with pages

with the plot line-

Letters jumbled together on

the tip of my tongue.

When my lips parted with

gunpowder coughs-

I howled your name like

Jesus crucifix.



You put steal in my hand

and showered me with bullet kisses

because my words were never cheap.



I awoke from a pistol procession

where the people

moved along the pavement

without their shoes.



When my fingers bled

you put the salt on my sores

and told me to write

about the pain.



You took me by the shoulders and fed

words through my eardrums

until the busted on the streets

and plastered me with liquid confetti.



The smoke curled up from my mouth

in silent thanks.

I forgot the name of my last lover;

No, I didn't forget,

I just don't remember--

Bound to forlorn.

Of all things betrayed me

I want deliverance

From time;

From the swarming sounds,

Light and dark.

My placid claim that he is

Wherever

Old lovers wither

Doesn't alter my insight that

The world is unreal.

Shadow Bird.

It flitted across blue lakes and kissed the ground

with cloudy wings.

Spotlight on summer pavement.

Raced

Across it and landed somewhere grassy in

the plains.

Bowed it's head and perched somewhere

above the telephone wires

down in the valley below the skys.



If jewels could glisten brown in Earth,

hers did ever do brightly.

A chant ready to dive from her tongue

onto the ground.

"Come bring me your shade

my could clad shadow bird"

Unadventurous.

You float in and out of systems,

without a bang.



Your syllables crash into tracks

and crackle in a fire you cannot explain

the constant heat of.



I can't hear your emotions,

emotive hymns that have blank stares.

I wonder if you feel insightful or dull?



Your poetry smells like piss and viniger

and the stench lodges in my throat

like cheap wine from the back ally market.



If there ever were other words,

to express such forlorn thoughts.

I'd ask you to use those instead.

Sometimes I find you're banter

so cute.

But mostly

I'd rather rip off my skin and make you a coat,

because you're so

cold blooded.

You are shrill

and my my nails ache

from picking out my pupils.

write down something

that's worth my time

because my clocks about to off itself

from you wasting

it.

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captainglobehead
01:43 Jun 04 2012

These...are...amazing!



God, I wish I could voice such thoughts.

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You think too much

and

I think to little.

I'm a skyscaper

that touches

the edge of Heaven.

But I've been to hell.

My skin is olive

and my eyes are

too deep to read.

My love is as classical

as Jane Erye's story.

But

Being plain is just so

myseterious.

These days.

You evaporate.

Into smoke under iron ribs of steel.

Fluidity.

You pool around gearshift and clockwork.

A telephone rings.

But you discharge your cigarrett smoke.

Like vapor.

Before someone answers.

Combustion.

In pieces you move between the dial tones.

Whisper

sweet nothings.

and

Vanish.

I wish I could have told you

How your eyes would spark when I sang,

how your hands came up around my collar.

Flesh tone lips right there on my jaw-

Fingerprints on every surface

my pours would scream for your touch.

I'd watch your eyes open and close-

They'd brush along my cheeks that were

always covered in dusty secrets.



I remember the way you danced to my

Still corners album.

She'd sing of pain and your hips would chime in

with the 1960s sexual beats.

I'd carry my own against you,

reap along those grey-blue waters looming below your eyebrows.



You taught me how to love you without writing about it.

Without words you would crook your fingers and play piano keys between my sheets.

Your smile made a thousand waves crash in my ears.

They way you'd tell me to scrape the paint from under.

My fingernails

made my mouth flutter up towards my scalp...



I i didn't bother cleaning them anymore

when you left.