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Falling Out Of Place

God knows where

Guess it’s only fair

To take me apart

From the bottom up

.

If you’re too bored

To even say goodbye

Then the door’s ajar

There’s no time to lie

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We left the old days

For a stubborn haze

A feverish fantasy

Some call it insanity

.

Feel the rush collide

With nothing more

Please wipe your blood

Off the bathroom floor

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Don’t leave a message

It’s really rude to stare

I’ll be here, and you’ll be

Fucking god knows where.

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Back To The Red Tapes

You are a handful of roses
Thorns and a cheap bouquet
True, I’m a walking disaster
They told you to stay away
Seems like I’m making
A deal with the devil…

~*~

I remember when we loathed each other

And what we wouldn’t do to one up and over

Subtle poison in each vindictive word and verse

Poised to hit the most vital organs and curse

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We smeared the walls with our cold fresh blood

Leaving basilisk messages for another pitying god

And undertones of candy-coated punches in stitch

In plates of ‘hope you die, you conniving little bitch’

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But sometimes the relapse was felt in compassion

A confusion of collisions, casting the condensation

I didn’t know if it was coincidence, or I was insane

But the universe parked parallel, changed the game

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Passing the halls with the same songs in our mouths

Composing about the same things that gave us doubt

Secretly racing the other one for covert little challenges

And trying to push at each other’s buttons and nuisances

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It was a mess, and the bleak battleground ain’t so pretty

But the smoke cleared up and the aftermath forgot me

Where the sun was aglow and my coffee tasted less bitter

And tears only came in the form of erupted endeavours

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Now I read the past stories and I want to laugh out loud

Enough to disturb the anxiety that’s keeping my head out

The snide smirks, the loose lies, the entertaining electricity

Who knows what’s meant for you and what’s meant for me

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After the sheer mayhem that came after each round of drinks

After every conversation held and confessions begging not to think

After all the chaos caused and the devastation left in its wake

It’s a lot easier to admit I’ll miss it—I’d listen again for a rewinded take.

~*~

‘Cause I feel like a bad joke
Walk the tight rope to hold onto you
Was it real? Or a love scene
From a bad dream? I don’t think
I can forget about it…

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confabulation perambulation

indirect

conversations

we have

in our passing

plights

but with all the

confusion,

i wonder who’s

still right.

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messages over mugs of coffee

why do i drown

in coffee cups

every time

i sense your

presence?

and what is

it with you

that makes

my clarity an

omniscience?

why does my

heart leap

like a gymnast

every time i

read each letter?

and why, oh

why do i know

it’s not the

coffee’s fault

that i feel better?

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The Practicality of the Jester

Never have I seen the tides fortuned with mine faith

Going to the left wing aisle to bid my time and wait

To the bespoke with pinstripe clothes, pray humility

Give a beggar and a vagrant hope for the humanity

You tip your hat as you please, to those raconteurs

Up akin zeppelins of silver, spin the boots with spurs

Never have I heard the songs operatic on a Wurlitzer

Going against postmodernism, hipsters to beleaguer

To the million letters of button beanies and trilby hat

Let the masses play hooky with classes, challenge what

You ride the bandwagon but you honk the horn solemnly

Down, miners frenzied for Californian gold and individuality

Never have I spoke another lie as truer as now I dare to purvey

Going for the magnum opus of the planet, roll the dice and play

To the tightwads and the prodigals, to all the dukes and hazards

Run with colours of the banner and chainmail armour for awards

Around the orbit, around the sun, around the rings of Saturn none

And you hurtle with the speed of a turtle, faster than a loaded gun

Desert all that frivolity, be the fool and the cool on the fresh April first

You rick and roll, never give it up, so drink the ocean to sate your thirst.

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Keen[e]

The messages

Of innocence

Of contrivance

And eloquence

Stories of gold

Spun like satin

Tongues of old

Continue talking

But it ceased to

Flow like blood

And we ended

Up playing God

Fluent ablations

Stars in the sky

Lost destinations

So ask me why

The metronome

Changes its beat

Your heart starts

S l o w to f l e e t

Communications

Simmered down

It happens, I guess

Sensations drown

And the letters left

Severed by a line

Of bits and bytes

Hey, are you fine?

Your words were

Algid, dripping of

Viscid reality and

Broken up doves

As you spoke with

A hatred, maudlin

Confessions seethe

Prayers so sullen

Worst is confirmed

By a ticking hunch

My reminisce turns

Into a hard punch

My pulse running

Frenetically now

As I attempt in vain

To reach somehow

Am I too late?

Bite nine inch nails

Did I lag behind?

Are you but a tale?

Neurotic storms

Caught in the gale

Again and again

I stumble and fail

Questions fettered

Answer my calls

Scars, lacerations

Clock strikes to fall

Are you there?

I worry, I fret, I fear

Void scenarios flare

I’m here now, dear

Too late comes the

Tears, sliding clear

Please, I do, I care

Are you still there?

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Feelings Denied

I say my goodbyes and I am done

I keep my message clear and curt

After all, to you, I’m simply no one

What right do I have to be hurt?

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