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a hauntinglock the night out, lock me in:
i am dark enough
without the black of sky
(like a pane of tempered glass
it sits and reflects
tears of suffering,
bringing them back as soft rain).
broken voices in the hall
reminders of the echoes inside:
shade, the revenant,
time, the determinant,
i am bleeding in grays and browns.
is it fear, or is it weakness?
is it the songs of the night-bird,
prejudiced and weeping for the lost?
hue-based the bias and tone-based the chorus,
i lack the strength to keep making that type of judgment --
wandering and staring into the heart of the city.
this wandering must not continuedon't try and tell me that this is
the start of something undiscovered.
neon lights flashed in my face when i
walked up the side of mt. mckenna -
their heraldry ever-foreboding and
omnipresent witness to the escaping of
the streets into the wild.
"blue echo, this is not who it was yesterday."
taglines used to make sense in a world with
the letter j, now we just pretend not to vomit
at the word "joy" and try not to retch at the name of
i wear my sunglasses at night not to see you clearly,
but in the hopes that maybe you'll forget you saw me at all.
we stitch together incoherencies and call it poetry;
when was the last time we made sense in our ramblings?
when was the last time we didn't use backspace more than once?
when was the last time we had a feeling we had done enough?
when was the first time we knew, without a doubt?
this is something conquered more than once -
lest we forget again, let's string up some lights
and add some words to the dictionary.
"blue echo, this is not w
I have always seen you through someone else's eyes.
Windows to another house; I peeked through and saw you pass on the street.
It was a path I could not take: the doors to my house were locked, and my feet wouldn't move (except for when I slept).
I traveled the highways of my heart looking for a key to escape this prison of mine, but when I found one, it only opened up my mind.
That's when I realized that my house was not a home, that all of my highways were toll roads, and that these eyes would never be mine.
That's when I realized that that the only thing I had to give you was a flower grown from the shattered fragments of my soul.
Don't let it whither please, darling.
Can you see me from the street?
These windows aren't good for looking through, they're fogged up with teary goodbyes.
I can see you, regardless; you are stunning with curls in your hair, curls that twine around my heart.
I can see your eyes; they are like reflections of things undone, secrets untold, promises un
yes, this is about you.you may tell yourself that this isn't about you.
every time you look away, you'll be wishing you hadn't, wishing you hadn't started reading in the first place, because now you can't stop.
i can't stop either: every time my pen touches paper, or my hands touch the keys, my heart is touching yours -- i know you shy away from that, but inevitability is something we writers love about life. there are some shades of love that color even your resistant soul.
of course, that's part of the hell.
the dreams every night, more real than reality; the silence when i whisper your name in an empty room; the endless fantasies, drawing me away from waking life; and the hope that dangles forty-three hours across America.
it's all about you, really.
every moment i spend awake, some part of me is wondering about you -- what shade your eyes are at sunset, how your hair falls around your shoulders when you curl up to read, the shape your lips make when you sip dark-roasted coffee.
if i let my mind wander to
Saltwater GrimaceCheshire callousness
reflected in your eyes,
chagrined and not amused --
do not kiss me, do not try,
float away like a dream in fog.
I am never sure just what
that mysterious smile means,
but your memories are leaking
through sea-glazed follicles, and
I am bound to their excess.
Smirking, you lose a little love
every inch of beach you breach,
surfing my sands like
a professional poltergeist,
haunting my currents with ease.
You have lured me here
to sift seashells and foam.
Our lies fulminate the conversation
to its peak -- you are
chagrined and not amused.
I will not kiss you.
part II"I'm...leaving town," he said, looking away suddenly. "What the hell?" Gemma found herself suddenly in tears, uncrossing her arms as she screamed at him. Her fists clenched, and she could feel anger boiling in her gut.
"I'm sorry, baby." Kal still wouldn't look at her. His jacket blew in the wind, exposing his narrow frame and torn wife-beater underneath. "I just -- I just have some things that I have to do," he said lamely, not sure of himself. He was almost crying now too, Gemma could see, his dark eyes reddening as he turned completely away.
"Don't you understand, Kal?" She found herself begging with him, unclenching her fists, responding to his shame and regret. "Don't you see what we have here?" Kal looked back at her over his shoulder, a streak running from his eye down to his cheek. "Yeah. I got it, honey. I know exactly what we got here, and that's why -- when I get back, you'll see," he was turning, begging with her, now, to believe him, "you'll see exactly why I had to leave.
Sumus de stellisA Gbm
empty trees with empty branches
lonely horses on lonely ranches
why do they run in circles, love?
lives like that reminiscent of --
sweaters stained with regret
the tears of those with oxygen debt
B B A
Blurred and burning edgesDusty hands, dirty feet, looking back on Kirkstall;
bright lights in mine eyes (the future is wild);
torrential radio, paraplegic promises --
the mirrors on a skyscraper are glinting,
drowning words in a sea of versatile-violence
as you drag your feet across endless strains
(and we keep gambling, and losing;
harder to remember love when
we're broke, and drunk, and weightless).
We're sunken in a vigour like no other,
leaving behind a hornet's nest was just as easy
as pretending those cheers and jeers were your salvation.
Screaming and shouting, the sun and moon spin:
I've got to replace you (I defaced you),
as sure as we cracked and crumbled under a sky of stone --
ruby and sapphire were the flakes that fell,
the resonance of our divergence: the breaking point.
Surrendering with aimless bullets, was pointless,
and I spoke with a dream-drenched crow,
jingle-jangling the key to my fate
as I, with sunken eyes,
asked him why we're still losing
I Belong HereI went down to the rainy river one night, hoping to lose myself in the cold, clear waters.
Foggy, warm, the smell of wood smoke drifting down the banks; I stood in the middle of the current, knowing if I was sucked under no one would find me for quite some time. I could hear the pealing of the church bells in the village, miles away, carried softly to me on the faint breeze. They reminded me of the distance I had put between myself and those walls, the distance between the people sitting in those pews and the world I had escaped to.
I blocked out the bells. I blocked out the birds coming down to the water for a drink before putting down for the night; I blocked out the howling of hunting dogs picking up my scent several miles down the trail; I blocked out even the sound of the water bugs, floating and flitting across the top of the rushing water. I blocked out all but the beat of my heart and the sound of the stars far above -- I could feel them calling to me, and even as I stood chest
*A Matter of Honour*Gauntlet thrown to floor
Frozen moment, morning mist
Duel began at dawn.
Your naïve welcome
and medical maroon;
rituals of life and death;
viscous blood taboo.
A band of crimson,
ancient June in the desert;
the opulent ivory.
Patient and scarlet,
masks of ladybugs.
powerful saffron and myrrh,
a tribal countenance.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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