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Oubliette

the thorny thought

it grows and grows

through dahlias grey

and crimson throes

.

it pierces past

the hardest stones

the softest veils

and diamond bones

.

the thorny thought

thus rages harsh

climbs castles high

to reach the stars

.

it pierces past

the coldest blood

and empties veins

to the last drop.

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sound of a ghost

Well, you know I’m a ghost 
Pull the note out of my throat 
And leave me alone 
But it’s all for you, all for you and more 
He won’t take her anymore…

~*~

a phantom voice

of chandeliers

and sugar crystals

i drink all of it in

in red and white wine

and emptied sighs

and let the starry shards

lodged in my pharynx

pierce my scream

i’ll cough out blood

and fail to speak again

for your bandaged songs

and let piano strings

marionette my appendages

until it cuts into my skin

for the sound that crashes

in a pelagic resonance

and past isles and glaciers

you’re a phantom voice

from a million pieces

of diamonds in the sky

bury the music in nightmares

and fashion a parvenu

to melt away my reveries.

~*~

Come back to my heart (I don’t care)
Come back to my heart (I don’t care)
Come back tonight, tonight…

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Faces in the Mirror

“No, I’m barely hanging on…
By the time you’re hearing this
I’ll already be gone.”

~*~

Vacancies in visible endeavours

Spectres gaze back, alluding the mirror

Enchanting curlicues and plumes of smoke

Remorseless, bitter tryptophan in spokes

Unresponsive heart silencing my pulse

Cascading lavender, faux fragile ghost

Persistent aches colluding in my chest

Paralysing asphalt refusing rest

Exquisite grievous, scant aphorism

Whilst speculations worship sadism

Coalescing exaltations infest

Imitating a clockwork heaven’s best

Your faded temper embraced me goodbye

You’re the divine phantom piercing my lies.

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happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts…

i also want

to write about

positive things

and happy thoughts

and dainty memories

full of floral words

and eloquent hearts

dripping like pastel

raindrops off my mouth,

but how can one do so

if all he has is a black pen

piercing the chambers of

his black-bled heart?

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Promise, I Promise

Did you think the arrows

Will not pierce my skin?

Did you think that I was

Too desensitised within?

Did you think promises

Will simply always work?

Did you really think that

No one would get hurt?

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