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What have I done?
I stand here holding a gun.
I am confused, bemused
And wanting to understand who I am...
I just gotta know -
What's going on inside my mind.
I just gotta know -
What is behind these eyes?
Who is this at my feet?
Where am I? No retreat!
Find myself incomplete,
Drenched in cold, cold sweat!
She is gone; all is lost...
One mistake; what great cost!
Who did this? They will pay!
I will avenge you!
---
I just gotta know -
What's going on inside my mind.
I just gotta know -
What is behind these eyes?
Who would take from me my deepest breath?
Take the life out of her flesh?
He will taste this pain,
These bitter tears!
Behind these shattered eyes,
I only fear he runs from himself...
Faces of time are shattered on the floor;
The smoke is clearing.
As I look in this broken mirror,
the divisions are clear
Could this be?
All this is born of me?
Ripped apart!
---
Nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose,
Nothing is left but
Empty remains...
What could have been,
Will never be -
It was always me!
What have I done?
Her crimson dress, scarlet canvas of your darkest fury...
You can't pretend that you're innocent any longer.
You know the truth on the edges of your mind;
The actions that unite us cannot be undone.
I stand here holding a gun.
I am confused, bemused
And wanting to understand who I am...
I just gotta know -
What's going on inside my mind.
I just gotta know -
What is behind these eyes?
Who is this at my feet?
Where am I? No retreat!
Find myself incomplete,
Drenched in cold, cold sweat!
She is gone; all is lost...
One mistake; what great cost!
Who did this? They will pay!
I will avenge you!
---
I just gotta know -
What's going on inside my mind.
I just gotta know -
What is behind these eyes?
Who would take from me my deepest breath?
Take the life out of her flesh?
He will taste this pain,
These bitter tears!
Behind these shattered eyes,
I only fear he runs from himself...
Faces of time are shattered on the floor;
The smoke is clearing.
As I look in this broken mirror,
the divisions are clear
Could this be?
All this is born of me?
Ripped apart!
---
Nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose,
Nothing is left but
Empty remains...
What could have been,
Will never be -
It was always me!
What have I done?
Her crimson dress, scarlet canvas of your darkest fury...
You can't pretend that you're innocent any longer.
You know the truth on the edges of your mind;
The actions that unite us cannot be undone.
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For The Poet
[Personally I think it's my best poem ever. Enjoy!]
For a poet,
The beauty of the rainbow lies not in its colors,
For a poet,
Its beauty lies in the invisible dance between the breeze and light,
Which forms its shape and gives birth to its hues in misty sights.
For a poet,
The city is a jungle of wild, tall structures,
Beasts among smaller suburb rodents,
City windows: the butterflies upon a building's bark,
At night, dancing fireflies light the prairie roads.
A poet sees not the sun and moon,
But the sky's irises;
One golden, the other a silvery hue.
The ocean, for the poet, is not merely water,
But a mirror map for the sky,
Upon which i
Literature
Paranoid Clairvoyant
I wanted it.
And I did not allow direct acknowledgement, wrestling with the idea. More than want,
more like need. And the absurdity of it! Why should I feel this craving,
this magnetic necessity?
He was more than I had ever allowed myself to hope for. And maybe he wasn't exactly angelic, but something within him was untouched, tucked safely away from the world.
Sometimes I could see it; this stability, this utter sureness. And as I hoped for something else, any other explanation, I saw him struggling, trying not to let it touch his eyes. He'd always been ready to leave.
My heart swelled past a unmanageable volume.
rotted
nake
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maybe you never belonged to me
I can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything.
I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will alwa
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pretty inner turmoil painted in my mind as I read this