lux aeterna

~ Sunday, May 27 ~
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Burn

Burn all your bridges

Because the streets are covered in rose petals and cigarettes

And you, my friend

Will never reach the end.

Tie me to the end of the world,

Hang me from the edge of your pearl.

Forget me when our time is up

I don’t want to heal this cut. 

I know you’ll move on, free spirit rising

While I’m in the dark, mind’s rewinding

The souls of the past, moving inwards

Towards the sound of cracking cinders

Burning up the days of old

Churning up the dust and mold.

I sit in solemn solitude

My head is silent, heart is nude

You flutter past,

My wound is vast

I make no sound

Feet on the ground

Above my head

Cheeks flushing red

Your blushing laughter fills my room

The absence of your fingers loom

Between my timid fingertips

My trembling resolve gently rips

Make haste,

Or I will surely waste

This moment on a passing fair 

I should have told you that I cared. 

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~ Friday, January 13 ~
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Drums

To a sacrificial ceremony

More and more shreds of my heart.

They fall in ashes

And catch on your breath. 

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~ Thursday, January 12 ~
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It’s killing me.

Wearing me down,

Filling me like a poison.

Like a never ending torture

Like a never ending task

Like reaching out

And missing by 10 feet

And every time

You hit the ground,

Your heart slams against your chest

And breaks a little more. 

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~ Wednesday, January 11 ~
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Someone I should have forgotten

Once taught me a lesson. 

And I wondered

Why she of all people

Would be worried about how the hands

Of the clocks move forward. 

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~ Tuesday, January 10 ~
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In her sleep,

She fights

She lashes out

And catches my cheek

But I’m unaware

Of the time she’s reliving

And her voice,

So cold, so angry,

Striking me to the core

Even before I knew fear. 

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