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Because Words Aren't Loud Enough I want to throw eggs
and when they explode,
their shells bursting against the walls
shattering and smashing at awkward, unnatural angles
I want there to be colors.
I want toxic red and acrylic blue
to adorn the walls and splash the ceiling
angry yellow on the furniture
the floor puddled with violet
and running with street sign green.
And when I stand,
in the middle of the room,
once-white dress drenched in brownish purple sludge
my face smeared with emerald and mustard
hair slicked up at painted angles of crimson and midnight
I want you to love me the way that I am.
Your fingertips, a peachI would hang from your fingertip
that you could caress me and I, all soft and fuzz and fragile,
would feel your touch across my too thin skin
and the power of it would make me sway in warm gusting breezes
Lover, I’d say, I am yours until you die and we drop
our bodies laying into the earth,
giving it new life with what we’ll leave behind
Thoughts an orchard
Art a forest
Not all of it together but some
We could create a beautiful landscape in our wake
Lover I would hang from you
that you need never be cold when I was near
but a touch away and feel my heat surround you close
right at the heart of you
an embrace where your childhood lives
put me on when the sun goes down,
you’ll never chill in the darkness again
play long after dusk and when the dawning comes it will be beautiful
and you will know why the night falls
that the morning can lift you anew
I would hang from you a kiss
as you hang from my lips a breath
in the minutes before the city wakes
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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