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Another Time Fleeting, swiftly as a leaf Nudged by an unencumbered Summer breeze, Our moments with one another. And these leaves drift, Finding their presence Between a being and its’ lover. A jacket draped around your shoulders Scented like incense, Sated sorrow for a chance at lovers, Succumbing.

RED Into Intuition, a fleeting riposte, Surreptitious inclination elevating Sorrow-soaked refrain, Revelations of consciousness and heart Construct blood-flows like dams Into a mental embolism, White-washing emaciated love Beckoning the red to persist Again at long last Within a tomb of two hands unclasped

   Heal In this winding hollow, Words will hallow a healing Amended in catechization; Aphorisms vocalized from the Ether persuaded in blood to burn; In the convivial clasp of conversation Grave stones recede; Hereafter making whole An emollient hollow

Silence- Blocked at every exit Like mice in mazes Constantly trampling familiar dirt Blackness encumbering life Seeking security in the arms of Satan Deciding to dig instead of traverse That in which path would be worse Mild wind wailing through the halls Disappearing into depression Mocking the walls barring the world From seeing her pretty face Crypt hearts bleed from the shadowfang Mystified by the stars drifting in whispers Malignant shadows cripple digging hands The aching conscience urging us to traverse

Faint Illuminate Breaking bones and raising hell Alas my body, the empty shell This soul saved a sorrow That would sicken the wicked Horrors with held Something so dead The maggots weren't fed I can blame this world for my atrocities Killing brain cells by the thousands Wasting time like wasting lives And reaping the rain of their cries My heart bears weight like any other Buckling knees beneath my cross The blood builds steady Creating a foundation Of Catastrophe and irony With no alleviation Flames burn brighter Hearts sink below Into the darkest depths of an ocean A soul should never know Amongst the darkness Beamin

Loaded Time is desperate Short, misanthropic Sickening gestures Relentlessly Force their edges into the heart Scrying cries Seeping through consciousness Beckoning hope As it is a tethered rope I desperately seek to climb Feelings in shambles Like the living dead Raking their limbs across The wilted Earth I am The stench of decay Is almost unbearable Pricking my lungs Like swallowing thorns From a rose So simple it seems How faith can come undone Willingness to cease to exist Like the flickering screen, My eyes are flashing images of a loaded gun

I painstakingly park the car into the packed lot. The temperature gauge in my car reads 43 degrees. Pretty cold for the first night of October. I hustle out of my car. My boyfriend quickly pulls me away. A car nearly hits me. Stupid teenage drivers, paying more attention to showing off to their friends than watching the road. I let it slide. No point yelling at them like an old lady. I turn my attention back to getting my scare on. Time for some haunted house exploration! We head closer to the ticket booth. My heart races. I love the Halloween season.  I looked forward to this moment all year. Before my eyes stands a heard of loath

I had floated down the river of the lost, lonely, and the damned for what seemed like centuries. The road I had once walked, past me long ago. My memories nearly faded into nothingness. How long had I been trapped in that forsaken place? Something glided past my body; another lost soul. I felt nothing but sheer emptiness as the soul wandered by. All the while a certain odor permeated the vacuous sky above. The smell at first seemed vaguely recognizable. After several hours appeared to pass, I remembered that fragrance. It had been the scent of her perfume, my beloved Judy. With her scent, my senses churned; a not so distant memory sparked to

Love, Veracious In dreams we dwell beyond The thresholds of mortal pain, No anguish to stifle the movements of Unfettered life To believe these hearts spread open Like wings of sordid bats, They can not flourish and mend Without the aid of a beautiful butterfly knife We take the visions and wrap them around The fingers of meager words, That seem to whisp and twirl around Like the smoke that covers the ground Early on in the depths of sleep The colorful patterns entwine and distort The escape of reality sipping the blood Of which vampires would consort Lifelines continue to dwindle As the hours are endlessly passed And when

Carcinogen Crush Through misbehavior I am granted with this ever-present feeling of tranquility, while you are intermingled between my oscillating fingers. In this meditative state I have reassuringly established this halcyon sensation that's pulsating throughout my body. You are my understandable and captivating friend, for which I have relegated and depended on all these years. We are inseparable; for without you I feel painstakingly abdicated and poignant. It is undeniable that the addictiveness of you leaves me feeling quite remarkable and invigorated. For years I have anticipated but never felt this unimaginable and intoxicating sensati