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Beyond The Pale

Pull the trigger tight and watch our distances explode
If Texas is forever, where’s your home sweet home?
If anything should happen to me, I want you to know
I’ve loved you since ever since then…

~*~

Up there, where the sky looks a little less blue and a little more like the love we used to have

That’s where I’ll be headed now darling, that’s where all the stars go to die

Five thousand years and a minute wasn’t enough to make you stay for the night, so I’ve

Set my sights for the southern lights, but won’t you at least say goodbye?

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The cold in my hands are getting worse with each passing sunset I wasted on your breath

The diurnal dreams and burning cash, the handmade kisses stippling your shirt

Expect me to return before the moon forgets I wasn’t there, and my shadow falls into debt

With the tear stains on your bedroom wall, did you really think it wouldn’t hurt?

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Like cigarettes and patron saints, I’ll always come back to haunt the corners of your lungs

Like aching sighs and floral lace, your promises falling on another eternity

Like half-opened novels abandoned facedown on the coffee table, like the last calls left unsung

Like the bullet on my throat you placed as you knew you couldn’t leave me

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Down here, where the ground looks softer, but only before the final crash starts to strike

Where will you be headed now darling, did you ever ask the stars to lie?

Five million years and minute more, and I would have made you stay for the rest of your life

So set your mind, take the northern lights, I won’t be there to say goodbye.

~*~

Don’t dance around me, I know what it means
No communication cannot be received
But I’m such a sucker for the rain…

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Colourblind Memory

And when I see you
I really see you upside-down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around
If you feel discouraged
That there’s a lack of color here…

~*~

It was an easy kind of self-destruction; the one I never had to beg for.

After a few nights of staying awake and listening to cheaply-constructed songs on the static radio, I was already haunted. Copper chain links that stabbed at the fictional horizon and left unstitched scars on the exposed wind. Shy vespertine flowers that bloomed in the most coruscant spectrums, but only when no weeping eye was there to witness their exquisite grandeur and compose concerto symphonies about it. An infinite, arrogant, wakeless kind of blue that rivaled every transatlantic and pacific direction that I chased; but, unlike the oceans of this planet so drenched and cold and jaded to the bone, no one is ever able to cross it, and no one ever will.

And violet. A damnable shade, akin to roses-not-reds and forget-me-nots, that violet. A bleeding, dirty kind of violet that left filthy, undecipherable Roschach stains everywhere. Splattering the bruises of my halted tongue, shading the asphyxiation of my untouched lips, violently overtaking the rock-steady sorry secret that was divulged and diluted all too late. It painted a tragedy that only the most damaged and paranoid artists could understand, and rending shreds of the purest agony down my colliding ribs that not even the most genius maestros and starving dilettantes could begin to dissect; for it was a foreign anatomy. A different unknown. A beyond the beyond. It was brutally twisted inside my veins and gauchely discarded somewhere in between sense and sanctuary, photographed and arrested in another postcard vintage lie. I could write graphite letters at the back all I want, but I’ll never swim away from the indigo waves in front. It was our holiday memory, drowning me again and again and again.

Absolutely useless. It couldn’t aid my breathing. It couldn’t save my sleeping. It was a disease that was highly susceptible only to my atrophied words and comatosed syllogisms—the same unfortunate ones that are now leaving my chafed fingers but never my wornout mind, like you, like you, like you.

Unrelenting. Unsuspending. Unending.

All my colours were inverted. And no one can turn it back the right way.

If there even was one.

~*~

Please don’t worry, lover
It’s really bursting at the seams
For absorbing everything
The spectrum’s A to Z
This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years…

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out there

“The great beyond”

Is just the foolish lie

That charlatans and

Simpleminded folks

Tell to make-believe

That you can still do

What they all failed to

Achieve on their own.

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Missed Call

“We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.”
~Stephen King

~*~

Every night after his funeral, I always called him on the mobile phone that was buried with him to hear him speaking on the voicemail. Call me rather morbid, but it was simply a little ritual that somehow kept me sane after the loss of my dearest beloved. Though after the events that transpired tonight, I do begin to wonder if I really have managed to retain my sanity after all. Just like any other night, I dialed his number and tapped on the call button; but as I did so, I suddenly heard his ringtone play loudly under my bed. And just as if things couldn’t get any worse, the phone on the other end of the line picked up.

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Eternal Paradise and Heaven Beyond the Veil

“I’m not meant for this world, I just don’t see the point…don’t think about it, don’t overthink about it.”

~*~

Beyond everything else I ever learned

As the blanketed flames writhed and burned

A heart and a home under their siege

Must they conjure nightmares, my liege?

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Glass eyes shattering with bated breaths

Scent of redolent perfume and elegant regrets

Listen to the rain falling in lethal shards

This parade was neverending from the start

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Ghosts pulled away from their resting place

Labyrinths and dead ends, I’m trapped in a maze

My hands are cold and my skin is lifeless

For every transgression I have yet to confess

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So undress my lungs, uncover my secrets

Your bare naked spine won’t ever try to forget

Terror and beauty’s ripped apart from the pain

Another silver ring tarnished to remain

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My intentions were obtuse and reasons perpendicular

I never thought we would ever come this far

And you stalled the light of your car headlights

To prepare the blind for the eternal nights

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Drag me behind your chain as I laugh and you miss

My broken bones dangling over an ocean abyss

For all the friends we fought for and ones we gave up

A bleeding battle wound that has yet to stop

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Cry as you destroy my remaining insanity

Save yourself and I’ll hold myself back, maybe

I say it’s time to call it quits and just run

There’s an ulterior motivation behind this smoking gun

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Abandoned worlds colliding with the stars I left

And how dare your sempiternal soul for fracturing itself

A perfect thing to ruin as it sucks the colour

I’m divine yet not fine, for this cancer lasts forever

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Signals of lust sign under jagged-edged rocks

Rage beneath the silken sheets ceasing the noisy clocks

I’m stained and trained to live alone, bother me not

On my arm, your lipstick leaves a bruised spot

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Count the million train tracks we walked to find another horizon

You stole my sight as I blinked once, so please kill my vision

We’ll learn to die alone darling, separated in our own company

And we will dream of the paradise that a hurt heaven won’t provide me.

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Wasting Some More Time With Haikus

SILKEN PEDESTAL

Grace and elegance

The compassion and romance

Lost by sycophants.

~*~

ARCTIC RAIN

Levy on the pain

And sing songs of Arctic rain

Chills that bite the heart.

~*~

AND ON HE GOES

Whisper and slither

Dark secrets under covers

On the devil goes.

~*~

SHAVEN VEINS

I asked for a trim

But you must have misheard, and

My heart you severed.

~*~

ERROR404

The lights flashed crimson

As my data screamed ERROR:

EMOTIONS NOT FOUND.

~*~

AMY

Ginger hair flaming

All cowardice dissolving

And she keeps running.

~*~

FAUX PAS

On they dance, doing

Tarantella, with razor

Blades inside their shoes.

~*~

BITTERSWEET DRINK

Stir my feelings up

Adding sugar to my cup

Toothaches and mistakes.

~*~

A DASH OF NOVOCAINE

Lose honour, gain shame

Drown myself in Novocaine

Why does it still hurt?

~*~

LETTERS FROM BEYOND

Scratching out letters

The stamp always delivers

To infinity.

~*~

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