i had a good thing going
but now it's gone
i guess the best things
don't last too long

One Year

The security camera caught it all,
grainy video feed and dirty images.
She screamed for help, you could see
the air moving rapidly away.
He stood motionless, in the background
caught forever in a digital wasteland.
They moved in, monsters of the night
no remorse or moral equivalent.
A gleam appeared and disappeared
the rapid succession of images
caught in 240 frames a minute.

Life looks less lifelike
in still images.

She screamed, the foggy air
capturing her voice
and secreting it away.
He froze, frozen in time
as they inched closer.
Just after closing time
minds go numb and heroes' voices
quietly go dumb.

In between the frames,
the action wasn't caught,
sadness and remorse
living a lifespan shorter than
that of a mayfly.
Some heroes never arise,
and some are struck down before their time.
Gods and monsters visible
in the milky moonlight,
indistinguishable and inseparable.

She screamed, but no one
came to the rescue.

The Literary Whore vs The Literal Whore. But Not Literally.

The pounding rain stopped
the quiet noise subsided -
just their silent voices left
to fill the void.

She kissed him
just on the cheek
always on the cheek,
painfully close
a dagger just missing its mark.

He acted like he didn't care,
as he had a million times before
taking her hand in his
and saying goodbye.

At the door, silhouetted,
the moonlight behind her,
she paused, back to his front
and whispered softly
her sad eyes beaming -

She was in love, she said,
she was in love,
words so heavy
ringing in his head

Her glowing eyes,
her watery look
passed him, falling
at the closed bedroom door

she was in love,
she said.

A sinking feeling
a numbness in the
entirety

She was in love,
she said.

A cough from behind
the closed door
she smiled

She was in love,
she said

He choked back the
words he knew
he would never say

She was in love,
she said

an I love you
instead silence
I love you
instead silence
I want you to be happy
instead silence
I don't want to have
instead silence
to see it
instead silence

She was in love,
she said

The rain started again,
a slow drum beat
she turned,
so full of grace
a hail mary and
a thousand lashes

He watched her go
reached for her
slender hand
stopping her
holding her
instead silence
kissed her on
the softest cheek
he'd ever dreamed
instead silence

A polite goodbye

she was

relishing the feeling

instead silence

in love

her hair brushing his face

instead silence

the darkness filled the doorway

she said.

He trudged down the stairs, dragging the two heavy bags of garbage, leaving a trail of filth behind him.

The cold night air sent a shiver through his spine.

He crossed the apartment complex's driveway, towards the army of overflowing dumpsters. It reeked of spoiled food and spilled liquor.

Gamine

She used to be a dancer
tender vicious fleeting
just starting to fly away.
So tired of her gilded cage
she rebelled, she yelled, she
quietly walked away.

to end is to start, to surrender is to know

............stop

Fuck everybody. Amen.

You are what you love, not what loves you.

sing a song for me, somewhere down the line, if you would be so kind

Though the day is done
and the window gone
I still feel the dove
I still feel the
I still feel the

Gone, gone, gone
The river of peace
A slow breeze blowing
Over the grave
Over over over over
over me

I tried my best
to be the best
to be the best
Me I could be

But that slow breeze
Kept blowing over me
Over over over over
Over me

When you came lookin
I stood still - as still as I could be
Stood like an old willow tree
my branches waving
in an ungentle breeze


Now I may change my name
and I may change my home
but I hope you know
My will is not my own
My will is not my
My will is not my...

I feel all the emotions of the world coursing through my veins, beautiful and tragic, sacred and profane.



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they called her mona lisa, she was staring at the snow.
white, beautiful, transient and cold.
some mysteries are better left on the shelf.
the searching means more than the finding.
so she remained mysterious,
and left behind glass.
something beautiful to look at
and wonder what she was looking at
while we were looking at her.