Silence.
A.A.J.B.
I found God in
an abandoned house. Rays
slicing through old dust
like a knife. The same
window where she prayed
for impossible things. Her
cries as sharp as that light.
It shines through her unhappy memory,
and I stir up her shrieks for
peace and forgiveness in
the creaks and cracks of the
floorboards as I walk
behind her frail vision.
Only when I stop I find
what we wanted Him
to be and I never dare step foot
elsewhere, for I've just
found serenity here among
the forgotten, solace in the silence,
and the ultimate salvation of being alone
with my thoughts.
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Disappointment.
By A.A.J.B.
like when I saw them
falling.
Shot out of the sky,
gun still shooting astral wings,
smoke still churning from the barrel,
and I hate that I see it linger
longer than the last breath they inhale.
A child breathes that air.
That air means
gas to those useless
childhood thoughts;
nothing but fairy-tales for the weak,
who suffocate with pressed hands,
beaned knees...
And I never understood how that
worked until I pulled the trigger;
the gunshot that woke me up.
I actually had this one published in my school newspaper (LOL I know, not that cool, but whatever!)
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Rise and Fall.
By A.A.J.B.
You!
Ringing bells.
Flutter.
It yells!
And
it never stops
singing;
voice reached
the top.
Half cracking;
fading.
I
can tell
the angel
fell.
Through Her Skin.
By A.A.J.B.
In haughty, yet elegant tone,
I say to you "do this to me,"
and I point at the arabesque
vines in the courtyard.
Found in jovial play, the knife
you gave my body with the wilted
roses from your hands.
Hands that pilfer! Hands that shake
as they cut into me.
Forever of redolence; the
thorns in my side, and your blue eyes,
so lustful, they still rip into me.
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