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Death's Tale"And what do you do for a living, Mr ?"
"Jacobs. Jake Jacobs."
"Mr. Jacobs. What do you do for a living?"
How was I supposed to answer that? 'Oh, I'm a hit man. I go out and kill the people that you don't want to kill or don't have the skill to. Got any jobs for me?' Now, don't you think that's an alarming answer to tell someone who's supposed to be 'curing' you? This doctor was going to think I was absolutely off my rocker.
"I mostly do odd jobs. You know, lift heavy things for sweet little old ladies, work on farms, load trucks... That kind of stuff."
It was the typical answer for a counselor. Or therapist. Or whatever the heck this guy was, I don't know. I don't even know why I was there. My wife, she thinks something's wrong with me. Thinks that I'm unemotional. What the hell am I supposed to be, anyway? You have to be detached when you're in my line of work. Of course I couldn't sit there and tell her that either. She'd divorce me in a hurry and take the kids away.
The CoinTwo sides of the same coin
Yet both sides are blind to the other
Internal struggling, external warmth
Both battling for control
When dark washes over
Consuming the outside
Just as it had with the in
There is no understanding
Confusion followed quickly by frustration
Raging like a storm at sea
There is no understanding
Why does it have to be?
The outside fights the inside
Wanting true tranquility
Yet, somehow, the inside never fades
Burning bright, fighting back
Ignorant of the other's wishes
Burning the outside down to nothing
An endless war
Between two sides
Of the same coin
The FireThe fire raged on
I fed it time and time again
I watched it burn the forests down
I watched as it destroyed
I watched as it terrorized
I stood by and let it burn
Every thing once stood green
Life bloomed all around me
The sunshine on my face
The warmth of something loving
A loving time and place
But something changed inside me
I began to light the fire
Everything began burning bright
I stood by and watched it happen
I watched the world burn down
Now I'm left with nothing
There are ashes at my feet
The green is just a memory
The faint taste of something sweet
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.
Taken to and fro by the breeze.
Locations seen that could no be believed.
Till the wind grabs and shreds.
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
Not Crying OutIt's not a cry for attention
Nor something done just to spite
It simply came along
And took a hold of my life
With hooked claws
And teeth urgent to dig in
It simply took hold
Day by day, it digs in deeper
Gradually degrading my confidence
Gradually degrading me
Until, one day, I may cease to exist
Because it ate me away
Leaving nothing but a hollow being
With no traces at the core
Simply black, burned, and broken
To never be as I was once before
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