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My heart is cold but feet are hot to trot
The mold around my legs cracks and falls like
Eggshells, I crush them with a step.
One foot first, the way it always goes,
Now the trick, the shift of weight,
Shift, weight, shift, weight, shift, weight
Wait
There are no longer windows in this place
Walled up with brick, mortar, think, quick!
Too late, momentum gaining, knees-calves straining
My opened hand outstretched, I push through
Tear through
Rip through the wall that divides length from width and time from space
My heart is ice, my feet are keeping pace.
This was a place designed for transit
Made for communication, screaming to
Reach out and touch somebody else, the
"No, nevermind", the "Sorry, my bad", the
Hopes and wishes all flowed once through
these now-empty streets, now barren under sheets of snow
My heart is cold, my feet know where to go.
I follow the widening streets, hoping that, like veins,
The gains and swells indicate a way to square one, ground zero,
Point A.
Past houses empty dry dessicated skulls in rows
Leering with wide eyes and eternally surprised rectangular O's
Open in shock (or disappointment, who knows
but the snows who fill their frightened faces with frost)
My heart survives, my feet, I fear, are lost.
The mold around my legs cracks and falls like
Eggshells, I crush them with a step.
One foot first, the way it always goes,
Now the trick, the shift of weight,
Shift, weight, shift, weight, shift, weight
Wait
There are no longer windows in this place
Walled up with brick, mortar, think, quick!
Too late, momentum gaining, knees-calves straining
My opened hand outstretched, I push through
Tear through
Rip through the wall that divides length from width and time from space
My heart is ice, my feet are keeping pace.
This was a place designed for transit
Made for communication, screaming to
Reach out and touch somebody else, the
"No, nevermind", the "Sorry, my bad", the
Hopes and wishes all flowed once through
these now-empty streets, now barren under sheets of snow
My heart is cold, my feet know where to go.
I follow the widening streets, hoping that, like veins,
The gains and swells indicate a way to square one, ground zero,
Point A.
Past houses empty dry dessicated skulls in rows
Leering with wide eyes and eternally surprised rectangular O's
Open in shock (or disappointment, who knows
but the snows who fill their frightened faces with frost)
My heart survives, my feet, I fear, are lost.
Literature
Not my Valentine
A day for lovers, a day for her
Standing in the shadows I can see
A night for two, and a night with you
Cherishing now and what is to be...
A candle light dinner, made just for two
Walking, under the light of the moon
Hand in hand, and heart to heart
Back to the room, oh not too soon
Looking in your eyes, your lips collide
The mood is set, a flower on the bed
Soft light, music, and her skin of silk
A tender sweet kiss placed on lips of red
Her dress cascades softly to the floor
The air is filled with the scent of desire
Red lace and curves she's a lovely goddess
Taken with a lust that burns like a fire
Her night is so perfect, ren
Literature
Unconscious Heart
It seems the melded days
Of melancholy madness
Are starting to ebb
From the caverns of my mind.
A floating freedom
Is starting to take shape,
Even as I drive
Through the dark expanse of night
I may finally be able
To see the world with light.
Wait
What I this?
I’m sitting in my car
That’s parked
Outside your house
I’m sobbing
Unable to move
Or even remember
How I arrived.
Hands slam the wheel
Pulling deeply rooted hair
Memories assault
With bittersweet savagery
As eyes shield
With tears
And ears try
To stop being ears
A foot stamps recklessly
Accelerating recklessly
Hurtling through the night
W
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
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An older one from my journal, I read this at an artistic showcase a few months back.
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