suffocating

A stone prison encases me
with the fire of the sun
searing my flesh,
I try to look away
but everywhere...flames...

The whip cracks on my tender flesh
tearing it asunder,
leaving torrents of life
leaching down my limbs,
screaming for reality
to coalesce into the
crowded consciousness
the world offers.

flickers of flesh eating fire
ferment behind lenses
until it is unbearable,
undeniable, and all
my rage is left open
like flood gates...

The faint sound of raindrops,
birds, and crickets creep into
ears numbed to sounds of serenity,
my eyes open and the world
is again as it is supposed to be...

The buzzer sounds at 5:45 AM,
time to relive the dream,
only it is my reality.

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The Eve of Christine

I never was one
for the cliche meetings,
the innuendo laced dinners,
the sappy love songs.

I'm still not of that
mind
   set,
but she grabbed my hand
wouldn't let go.

Kisses with the passion
that could rent oceans,
a stare of lustful bliss
that made my knees buckle,
she spoke to me...

Not in the language of everyday,
but in the soft hush of her breath,
in the subtle flicker
of her eyelashes,
in the glimmer of her
soft brown eyes...

Time stopped for moments in between,
I don't know how long actually passed,
but it seemed ages
since I took my last breath.

The soft supple curve of her hips,
the beating of her heart under perfect breasts,
the saunter in her step
as she walks away knowing
that the way she shakes
drives me to insanity...

She strikes the picture in my mind,
perfection is a perception
not a standard,

and as she pulls
her lips away
from mine,

the moment between kiss and goodbye,
I've seen our relationship grow,
I've watched perfection,
I've sampled the ambrosia,

I kissed my love
into the wind,
and I fell leagues
with her in my arms.

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lost in a moment

She came into my life on
a whirlwind of doubt,
something I never looked for,
something I never asked for.

Her words were melodic,
her eyes mirrors to myself,
her kiss electric,

She enfolded me into her dream,
with feathered gazes
and raindrop softness,
my mind a blur of emotions.

Everyday since has been
unlike the first,
but as comfortable
and encompassing
as the last,

She kissed me,
she killed me
in a sense,
a good way of course,
but the old ways
have given way
to new.

I see her smile
in the bright sunshine,
I see her tears
in the dreary rain,
I see her kisses
in my day dreams,
and I let go of
all the pain.

My life has been
somewhat of a turmoil,
filled with gaps
of happiness,
she fills the
emptiness with
more than I ever asked.

And for that I'm glad.

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Althea Mae

So full of life,
how you came into the world,
a bustling little ball of joy.
Parents that adore you,
family that loves you,
and a sun that shines
on your every smile.
You make the world
go around my dear.

You won't realize that
until much later in life
little one, you have so much
                    Up
G r o w i n g  ^^ to do.

When I held you as a baby
you smiled at me,
it was as if the clouds
parted and the rain abated
for the moments you were smiling.

Child you hold your arms open
to a world full of malice and deceit,
and yet you still smile and laugh.
Fate has played a hand for you,
and it was cruel of them
to double down on a losing hand.

Yet somehow you managed to smile
in the face of adversity,
scream into the wind,
and let your heart be heard.

You've touched so many
in the short time being here,
we see your courage,
your fortitude,
and can do nothing but applaud.

Losing a part of yourself
that you never really knew,
only had a short time to use,
and still you smile...

how you smile...

I can only weep,
when the sun shines
through your eyes.

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Black Sand, Blood Ocean, Blue Sun

Grains of sand, like tears, so black
that eternal night is held
in each individual piece.
They squish through gaps
between toes tempered by
The scorching Blue flamed sun
that burns only to destroy
those who cannot adapt
to it's awesome fury.
Still I trod on
while the Blood red
sea laps at my feet,
trying to steal the only
bleak color away from me.
Relentlessly pounding
Obsidian cliffs of mourning
and returning each tear
shed to the beach of memories.
Twisted trees perch upon
gnarled knolls of dry packed
dirt the color of death,
for nothing can live here
nature is but a memory.
I sit and whisper to my companion
of the coming night
and perilous doom,
She sheds a black tear,
never saying a word,
and watches the Blue fire
Die in a glorious crimson
pool of sorrow.

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