For our soul. Consider this a memoir, a continuation of past feelings and a hopeful epitaph for what I pray is finished. For what can’t be, what shouldn’t be, yet what I will never stop hoping for.
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Glitch, 1,
Such a Storm, 3,
Numbers, 5,
Iceberg, 7,
Mocking Bird, 9,
Purple and Red, 11,
Like A Dream, 13,
The One, 15,
Laces, 17,
Pointless, 19,
The Last, 21,
Almost out, 23,
Bucket, 25,
Contradiction, 27,
Relapse, 29,
Panic, 31,
Filth, 33,
Repetition, 35,
Her own beauty, never quite thrown away, 37,
Blackout, 39,
Friends for sale, 41,
Mourning Dove, 43,
Tears Beneath a Church Pew, 45,
The Longing, 47,
Whitetail, 49,
What Is Left Behind, 51,
As the Alarm Clock Dings, 53,
Your Mask Is Laughing, 55,
Enough, 57,
Regression, 59,
The Death Of All Men, 61,
Sunsets in Arizona, 63,
Silly Walks, 65,
Shakes of Love Past, 67,
Recess, 69,
Coin Purse, 71,
A Paper Cross, 73,
Grave Robbers, 75,
A Funeral Flower, 77,
70 Office, 79,
The Hunger, 81,
Incognito, 83,
Behind Their Eyes, 85,
Talk, 87,
Dreary, 89,
Battle Scars, 91,
Hoping Its Safe, 93,
The Blonde Conclusion, 95,
Tyrant, 97,
Symmetry, 99,
Boots, 101,
The Straw Hat, 103,
The Anticipation, 105,
Rain, 107,
The Poison, 109,
Gills, 111,
Questions Without Answers, 113,
Sculpture, 115,
Play, 117,
Transcendence, 119,
The European Diaries, 121,
Ziptie, 123,
The Snoring Bolt, 125,
Oil, 127,
Pause, 129,
Only, 131,
Wonderful Questions, 133,
Never the Same, 135,
Wrist Report, 137,
Ground, 139,
Chalice, 141,
The Ruminative Soul, 143,
Glitch
Beauty passes by me,
my eyes transfixed
on her as she walks by.
It is futile to try
and hide my glares,
her beauty has
engulfed me.
As she walks away,
no eye catches mine.
I can do nothing but
watch as she leaves
my life for
the first and last time,
filling my soul
with that all too familiar lukewarm haze.
Such a Storm
The whistling winds of a winter evening
send a shiver up and down my spine
like a wrath
that boils your blood.
The trees sway and bleed at the
will of the confidant.
Each individual blade of grass
hews the tenant until it
can advance no further.
This must be his plot,
his scheme.
Scare us into believing.
This is a simpletons illusion,
a natural's explanation.
Numbers
Memories so distant now
that I can't picture you.
Can't remember your smell,
can't imagine what life
would be like.
These memories are
so distant now
that I don't know that
you exist,
or if you ever existed.
Were you real,
or did I create you?
Memories are so distant
now that I don't have them anymore.
They are gone from my mind,
like you from my soul.
Iceberg
The lust that you left branded on my soul
is not a lust of the bodily pleasures
you knew of, but a lust for love.
A lust for a woman to hold me in her
arms and truly mean everything her body tells me.
A woman who's soft skin and radiating smile
fills my body with the warmth of fire.
A woman who's eyes, green as emeralds,
pierce this cracked, porous landscape
that is my body and read every
stitch of fabric while
sharing some of her own.
My love you have changed,
but as have I, as have I.
Yet after all of this conditioning and transformation,
the saddest part of this story is I still
want you.
Not just your shell,
not just your soul,
you and all of you.
Nothing else will do.
But my love you have changed,
but as have I, as have I.
Mocking Bird
Your wrong.
You're the prime example of why I have given up,
refuse to try,
and refuse to trust.
These things should not get easier as things go on.
They should get harder
or not happen at all.
There should be no next time.
There should be one true happiness,
and no more.
That should be the end of the story.
You and your happiness,
walking into the sunset
with no hinder in sight.
Purple and Red
If there is one thing I've learned
over these years,
it's that bad things happen,
and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Even the most good, hardworking man
can go blind.
But it has to be for a reason,
it has to be.
Either way I know one thing.
all wounds scab over,
some just take a little while longer to heal,
especially if you keep picking at it.
Like A Dream
The smell.
The smell I've been longing to return to me,
It's come back to me at last.
But it has come back only in scent,
not in person.
Scent, nothing more.
A fucking piece of apparel.
Nothing more.
The scent has come back,
and with a waft and a flick of a switch
it's gone again.
Forever.
The beautiful aroma I've waited so patiently for,
returned for an instant, then becomes memory once again.
That's all it will live as henceforth,
a memory.
The One
I have met the one.
I got to know the one.
I spent lots of time with the one.
I met the one.
I know she was the one.
Those illuminated green eyes,
that dark wavy hair.
Your smile could fuel me for weeks.
Your presence gave me the greatest happiness.
I know you're the one.
I'm sorry that I wasn't your one.
But I'll be fine.
The audience keeps telling me to
move on and let my heart open.
But why would I settle for less,
when I could reminisce about the best.
Laces
When it comes to mountains,
they aren't what you'd think.
The initial climb is ecstasy,
the fall hurts like hell,
but the climb back up hurts worst.
Pointless
Everything that I want to say,
I've already said a hundred times.
I think I should stop.
I promise not to be as specific anymore,
but just know you're in
every message.
The Last
I probably could forget about you,
if I really wanted to.
All this agony and suffering,
I'm doing this to myself.
But I'm trying not to.
I could forget,
I truly believe it.
I just don't want to.
The subtle things that I took for granite,
like your laugh,
your eyes,
your smile.
I loved all these and many more things about you.
Now all I can do is think of them,
never again will I see or hear them.
I could forget,
I just don't want to.
Almost out
I stand here and wait.
I've given up searching.
I'll wait here as long as it takes.
I'm waiting for the girl
to walk around the corner and
make me think I was never
in love with you.
She won't let me think.
Maybe then I won't hurt.
Bucket
I wish you could see me in a different setting.
I mean,
I'm still the same person,
you know the real me,
but I wish you could see how else I could act.
Would you...
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