Monthly Archives: February 2017

nightfall

black night guillotine slaughters the day with one strike blood stars splattering

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Key Verse

Art, a song bird, with pain and ink stained feathers, that each tells a story. A caged bird set free by the audience’s interpretation key. A piece does not end when someone puts down the brush, mic, or pen, instead it takes flight in the skies of the observer’s mind to places the artist did […]

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Shattered Union

I was broken, you were broken, fragments, broken hearts, broken souls, broken lives, broken people. We made a kaleidoscope together, mixing all of our broken parts. Something beautiful and magical from our shattered pieces. We didn’t make each other complete. Our beauty was in our brokenness.

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Howl

Owls flying in the white night skies of my bones. Wolves rampaging in the red forest of my blood. Rising tides of desire washing over my rocky soul and leaving their salt on my lips. Night time. Black curtains. Dark room. Alone with you. How pleasant it is when you are are my full moon.

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The Creatives

We are bonded by our creative spirits. Blood is thicker than water, and spirit is thicker than blood. Our souls convene in the hallways of our pages, the writing is on the walls they say. We get drunk in the colorful burlesque clubs of our canvases. We entertain each other in the homes built within […]

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Sweet Insomnia

At night you come rustling my brain, that broken tree, causing memories to fall from lobe branches, sweet reminiscent fruits that splatter everywhere. My soul leans on the tree trunk taking bites of the fallen fruit, sweet memories dripping all over my soul’s hands and face. I need to sleep. I need to forget you. […]

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Ink Monsters

No matter how happy you make me, you will never take away my treasure chest of pain. I open it every night and let the monsters out, they dance on these pages, leaving words as footprints. I follow their footsteps and get lost in their madness. I love you, but know your place.

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Heartbeats Sacrifice

Her soul played my electric heartstrings, like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar. Made music, set fire, and trashed that screaming red instrument. Leaving a mangled maroon mess on the stage of my ribcage. My melodic blood on her lips, as she still chews on the broken remnants of a couple of heartstrings. Off she’ll go, […]

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Gifts

She gave me her words, adjective gift wrapping. with noun polka dots, verb ribbons. I opened all the boxes, one by one, each one had a glowing piece of her heart or soul in it. I lay in the gift wrapping and ribbons like a child on Christmas morning with her soul and heart pieces […]

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