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Your name came up again today.
It lingered in the air
just as you did;
dangling in the garage
from the rafters.
I suppose I could've said,
don't do it.
I've always had little tolerance
for such things.
Perhaps I lack compassion,
understanding.
Or maybe,
I'm just a heartless son of a bitch.
Fact is,
I've fought too hard in this life
to ever consider throwing it away.
You won't catch me feeding daisies before its time.
I will not lie down and die.
Instead,
I will fight and persevere
with fierce determination.
I will spit blood
in the face of those who will kick me down.
I will stand tall,
as should you.
It lingered in the air
just as you did;
dangling in the garage
from the rafters.
I suppose I could've said,
don't do it.
I've always had little tolerance
for such things.
Perhaps I lack compassion,
understanding.
Or maybe,
I'm just a heartless son of a bitch.
Fact is,
I've fought too hard in this life
to ever consider throwing it away.
You won't catch me feeding daisies before its time.
I will not lie down and die.
Instead,
I will fight and persevere
with fierce determination.
I will spit blood
in the face of those who will kick me down.
I will stand tall,
as should you.
Literature
Memoirs
We are all poetry in motion,
sonnets and verses,
and by the end of our lives we are novels.
Literature
fireweed
i have planted my city heart in the dust
and set it aflame.
my new one can taste the wind's origins,
it knows how to ponder heavy thoughts with dark clouds,
it knows the motives behind the rain drop's dances.
--
the sun was eating my skin but
no matter, i can regrow.
i could feel the quivering earth in the bees' hum and
the rhythm of each passing second in the ants' march.
i wanted to tell you i love you because
in all the beautiful expanses of raw earth and passion i have never seen a face so fine.
--
it is four at dawn and the world is tumbling,
lights and numbers are exploding,
we are dying,
time is not waiting.
Literature
Cigarettes
My New Orleans muse smiles;
Bourbon Street quick-grin.
Mona Lisa Lolita; she splashes
through the stained-glass
of oil-slick puddles
wearing combat boots dark
as a Halloween new moon.
Her machine-gun lips are
half-drawn around dusk.
Cherry-red smile,
shimmering green jade eyes.
She can see through the clouds
if she casts them herself.
Dragon mouth against paper;
the serenade of the skeleton.
She burns stripped phalanges,
swears she's sucking down
Christmas.
Red wool, a bonfire;
she breathes all the warmth
she has never known.
Lungs of the phoenix,
blistering black;
breath full of gray ash.
One day she will wake ha
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ha. i just realised i faved it, but never commented on it. the last stanza and line is so damn powerful.
being someone that strongly considered it one night and snapped out of it thanks to a familiar voice i can still say i feel the same as you. we're a stubborn bunch, us, aries.
being someone that strongly considered it one night and snapped out of it thanks to a familiar voice i can still say i feel the same as you. we're a stubborn bunch, us, aries.