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Black Roses arrange themselves
Along paper cuts, and sill stings
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Curtains close on day’s rough skin
Spinning backwards,
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Blood drops fall, smearing the aged yellow parchment
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(Leave me-
Leave me here to fight alone
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Slices of the moon, carve through flesh
Bleeding backwards, the skies turn red.
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Broken, bruised, and battered
She cries into the starry night,
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Kill yourself – I DON’T CARE
But don’t expect a grand funeral,
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“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
The summers heat scourges the sky,
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Honeycomb Haiku (Aug. 31, 2006)
Honey drops on to eyelids
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The wailing wind screams in wonder at the world below,
Lightening laps up the echoes of giants,
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Damnation: I am damned.
I feel: nothing, yet for some reason my senses are on overdrive.
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Questions emerge through the rubble of loyalty,
Unlocking the door to desperation,
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Hidden Venom, Sharpened Fangs
Caressing the wisdom of the ancients,
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/Velvet dreams dissolve into piles of sticky glue,
Holding reality’s pieces in place./
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Pure, crisp, and innocent,
Yet all to so is it taken away.
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/It follows them down the worn out roads,
Into their individual homes,
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(I love him enough to let go,
To let him walk away
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Dreams-
Oh- How they melt away.
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A shiny red balloon,
Is handed to a little girl on the sidewalk of a central park.
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It bounces around inside the vacuum of emotions,
Waiting to escape:
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The meaning of life is pure imagination,
Wisps of left over creativity,
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The stars are laughing along with the pattering of rain,
As the Earth spins around my soul.
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I must turn and face the reflection,
The one that for centuries I have avoided,
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The sweeping darkness covers the land,
Pulls back and sighs.
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War colored futures, and paper plane dreams
The children surrender, and life is not as it seems.
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It raged on,
Shaking the foundations of everyday living,
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It burns-
Blistering, Festering
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It remains untouched,
Like the first snow fall,
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A stranger walks through life,
In a continuous pattern,
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Bloom with me, or perish by fates hand
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They danced to the ancients, the unknown self, and the stars.
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We are pigments on the face of destiny
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The hearts slow beating, speeds up as curiosity is aroused.
The veil is so enticing, and the figure is so near.
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Molten dreams freeze in the mind.
Fragmenting, morphing, and shattering at the feet if sanity
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