Post by strangeclouds on Oct 26, 2004 1:28:43 GMT -5
...we are eyes
lashing.
They turn...
like leaves of crimson-
at the curvature and twist
of tongues that speak, in gold leaf.
They shrink, and shy-
from our breath's. last. utterance.
of fall.
I am-
harmfully endeared to you,
you hold silent, against my chest...
beating dull, in occourance.
.like wax paper. wrapped around christmas lights.
And maybe
This is the reason,
why hearts- have a cage.
Mocking the acidic days-
my hands will run the colors of the sky
like- gasoline rainbows
as you paint the insides of shells from my muddied hands...
And, so slowly-
we will whisper warm stories into their once empty homes-
barely standing long enough to run,
as the sun sank into them...like water- over stones.
We used to speak
without sound
like children shouting at tidal waves...
I held my face as the words spilled out
like black ribbons, in the sand
...and they shone. like stolen wishes- of a well.
When I collected the pieces of myself...
I didn't put them back together-
but let them jingle in my pocket,
.on the long. way. home.
But-
Tonight[/u]~
I saw a flash of something.
I spoke your essence into the sky,
irridecent lips parted in hopes to catch a breath...
as the tiny square of ashes, lit up my face-
and smoke rolled against the windowsill.
Thank you, for things you will never know...
and things- that havent happened yet.
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lashing.
They turn...
like leaves of crimson-
at the curvature and twist
of tongues that speak, in gold leaf.
They shrink, and shy-
from our breath's. last. utterance.
of fall.
I am-
harmfully endeared to you,
you hold silent, against my chest...
beating dull, in occourance.
.like wax paper. wrapped around christmas lights.
And maybe
This is the reason,
why hearts- have a cage.
Mocking the acidic days-
my hands will run the colors of the sky
like- gasoline rainbows
as you paint the insides of shells from my muddied hands...
And, so slowly-
we will whisper warm stories into their once empty homes-
barely standing long enough to run,
as the sun sank into them...like water- over stones.
We used to speak
without sound
like children shouting at tidal waves...
I held my face as the words spilled out
like black ribbons, in the sand
...and they shone. like stolen wishes- of a well.
When I collected the pieces of myself...
I didn't put them back together-
but let them jingle in my pocket,
.on the long. way. home.
But-
Tonight[/u]~
I saw a flash of something.
I spoke your essence into the sky,
irridecent lips parted in hopes to catch a breath...
as the tiny square of ashes, lit up my face-
and smoke rolled against the windowsill.
Thank you, for things you will never know...
and things- that havent happened yet.
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