EmptyS_mething h_s left my life
_nd I d_n’t know where it went t_
S_meb_dy c_used me strife
_nd it’s n_t wh_t I was seeking.
Didn’t y_u see me, didn’t y_u hear me
Didn’t y_u see me st__ding there
Why did y_u tur_ _ut the lights
Did y_u kn_w th_t I was sleepi_g
S_y _ prayer f_r me
Help to feel the strength I did
My identity h_s been t_ke_
Is my he_rt bre_king o_ me
_ll my pl_ns fell thr_ugh my h__ds
They fell
Thr_ugh my h_nds __ me
I_ my obvi_us it sudde_ly seems
Empty
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
last dancetime white time bright;
do I have time for you
tonight.
I suppose
this is the end.
Daggers plunged
deep into the
night.
blood has
no other name
as bright.
do you have time
for me
tonight.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Rect FetterRect Fetterreveals all.
Rect Fettered;
nary a whimper.
Fury fill'd,
Blood a-splatter.
Heroes killed;
not that it matters.
Free? Ants crawl,
spewing the soil of
the crispy,
buttery and soft
dawn.
The First signs of winter.
A father sings;
son - knives drawn,
hands-a-quiver.
Slash your daddy;
O' Rect Fetter.
Lift his heart;
see its withering glory.
Dup-dup. Dupdup.
the snow seeps crimson;
ahh... that familiar warmth
of those arms that held infant Rect.
that dead face that lies in snow
crimson.
Turn away, Fetter.
This image is too beautiful
of blue-murder divine.
Shield your mortal eyes;
that dastardly child of emotion.
jump and make a nice melon-splat.
someone walks
and I am only too aware of
my own mortality.
we shall
never see.
we shall
only bleed.
we should
be glad.
bang.
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Sunday, March 18, 2007
想 你 。
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Monday, December 25, 2006
Revolving Doors
Strings drawn;
lacking the quiver
of arrows.
flinching with sight
flickered the television
As both watched
the other. two
voices rang loud
But
none listening; the
coffee table
sat taut.
the carpets fluffed. the light
that has no name.
a series of incomplete
pictures;
repeating themselves
night after
day.
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
brink; not today.i remember the day
the bright misty night
wind howling
cunning running
circles round lamp posts.
i remember everything:
that winsome look
that glint
in your tired eyes.
i remember. i cared.
not today.
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