Color Me Silent

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I need you
between my fingers,
within my reach.
I promise
I won’t use you,
well
I’ll use you, but only for me
- sorry, I lied
what you have
is what I desire
and I’ve gotten this far
without you here.

I’ve learned to cope
with
an empty-soul
a color less world
and a meaning-less being
but now
what are we waiting for?

Now that
you’re in my grasp
I need you to dance,
brush me along
with you,
on the table,
and color me silent

My Words, My Way

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I refuse to follow the rules
of most writers. I must
express my words, my way
because I don’t believe
in dramatic detail
complicated words
and forced meaning;
it takes away
heart.

Words without heart
are like t’s
without crosses
and i’s
without dots.

As my words
line up here

line
after
line
l e t t e r after l e t t e r

take them for what they are,
don’t over look them
for everything they are not
and don’t force them
to be
something they don’t want to.

Buried Alive

This poem is dedicated to all the obsessed zombie lovers out there.

Go ahead,
judge me act like
I never existed.

All I wanted to do
was fit in,
but now I am.

I’m the leader of my horde.
Trust me, it’s better
in the after-life.
We are alone here,
but we are alone; together.

Let me bite you
sink my teeth into your skin.
Let me drain the blood
in your veins and
quench my hunger.

For when I’m finished,
don’t resist
the transformation,
embrace it.

Think of it as new life
and another opportunity
to walk among the living

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House of Light

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I’ve been searching for a lighthouse,
you know the one on the beach
above the crystal-clear waters.

It’s the lighthouse I need
and its entire purpose
is all that I am not.

A lighthouse is never lost,
never scared and
never lacking a purpose.

its job is to guide, bring boats
back to shore and help the lost.

It’s the lighthouse I desire
for its ability to make me feel whole again.

Black Wings

black angel girl

She claimed she was an angel
straight from the white gates
pure and divine.
She said she was immaculate, perfect
and sent from the heavens above.

Sure it sounded great in her mind,
as for reality she sported
a black heart
withered wings and
a halo she borrowed from another

with no plan of returning.

Free Fall

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We change our minds
like the seasons
and try to forget
the lives of our past.
Fall makes us forget
how far we’ve fallen
and how far we’ve gone.

As orange and browns,
inevitably wither away
and leave you behind
in a pile of nothing.

Remember to embrace your fall
and change with the seasons

Fogged Mirror

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Behind self-conscious translucency
the word sees me through blind eyes,
but I want the world to see me
like the smoke in my mirror.

In my mirror
I’m a blank face,
no name,
no identity.

I can draw in condensation
and create my own images of everything
I want them to see me as
and everything
I want to be