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Know that when you go

by blood and by me,

I’ll fall when you leave.

When silence invades all the

possibilities,

everlastingness.

I follow your lead.

Leave.



When stale air

grows still against skin-

These floors will feel

reluctant departure from my feet.

Creak with agony,

groan with the weight of

a small soul.

Leaving.



Brace a being forward into

this deep sea feeling.

When the humidity hangs low in the air,

I’ll follow you.

Iridescent in this midnight scene,

I’ll escape with you,

and follow the rivers;

I’ve already

Left.

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Visiden
02:01 Sep 15 2011

wow... i love it!

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My words set you free,



from injury to the brain.



Cracked open by agile hands.



Digging in deep,



for the answers of existence.

Let the lips close,

melt together in silent recognition.

For these words were meant to be thought,

not spoken.

Let eyelids slip into

morphine induced nightmares,

where the monsters run free.

Our screams

a quiet roar.

This back is arched



spine stretched like languid fingers-



Over dusty keys that sing melodies.



Weep stories of such skins,



minds that slid over their faces-



Whispering of a world without music-



A world,



where the trees and sediment lay still,



lips unmoving for the beings that walk amongst them.

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TheVampyreNico
07:12 Sep 13 2011

Very interesting indeed powerful and moving piece.

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A fool is a man who thinks he is wise

But a wise man is one who knows quite otherwise

And knows himself fully a fool



A fool is a man who to power aspires

But a wise man is one who has deeper desires

Though he thinks himself only a fool



A fool is a man who would fall for all lies

But a wise man is one who knows sorrow from false sighs

Even though he is only a fool



If Fool is a man, then Man is a fool

Though a wise man knows well he is merely a tool

So think what you will, but heed my advice—

Wise is to fool, as fool is to wise

Before I leave this world, eternal on

And destiny has waved her airy hand

To alter my remains, so they become

Some element of what this life has spanned.

Remember, how I loved you from afar

And knew your hidden beauty, plain or fair

As ordinary day, or midnight star

That shone alone, its light beyond compare.



That I should live again inanimate.

A heartless thing, incapable to feel

The agony, and alter then the fate

That held this life, a wound that would not heal.



Ironic then, I’d never understand

As treasured book held softly in your hand.

You called me words

that made the world envious-

Made the sky cloudy and scowl in my direction.

Peered into my skin,

where all my feelings were hidden in raw impressions

upon it;

ran your finger across crooked wounds,

burned them with your clever words.

You’ve been through pain,

well sir.

I’ve been through hell.

Your words are wise but your actions

are not of a man,

but a boy.

You have your scars and I have mine…

Yours self inflicted,

while these

age with time.

There’s a quilt that shrouds your heart

veiling with soft satin structure,

verboseness hiding vulnerabilities

charisma a shield and bulwark.



I see silhouetted heartbeats, timid-

thwarting advances, wounded from

the last war, carved with unease

begging dagger be removed from spine,

splinters of bone erased from your core.



I wish to bring the bandages,

safeguard each fatal insecurity

with a kiss of rouge penchant,

tie you up in arms of warmth

until our hearts beat the same rhythm.



To anesthetize your ever wandering mind,

I’ll be what you ask of me and nothing more.