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It isn’t able to open the mouth
Because, if the lips parted
like pale flower petals,
A grim storm would
squeeze through the opening
compassionless, irresistible and usurping
and filled with rain
All the dead philosopher died in it
All over again.
It cannot write, just rain
And hide, that the storm
Is still boiling behind the
Corners of the mouth.
The creature
Is remaining silent and
Is dripping ashes
To the ocean
It has to breathe, breathe, breathe
Or the storm would tear it
In tidy pieces.
When the hidden onyx
Is welling behind the unseen glass,
It has to breathe
And the glass will shrink
And flee from outside the heartshaped shadow-
But then
The thing
Was breathing too often
As the glass was running one time too far –
It ate the sense
It ate the skin
It ate the mind
Until the broken clockwork
Jumped growling
Into the eye of the world.
This is the truth.
The feathers are weighting me down.
The creature has
A two times dead philosopher
Buried in the aching chest.
But nowhere
NOWHERE
Is
an
elegy
It
could
sing
Because, if the lips parted
like pale flower petals,
A grim storm would
squeeze through the opening
compassionless, irresistible and usurping
and filled with rain
All the dead philosopher died in it
All over again.
It cannot write, just rain
And hide, that the storm
Is still boiling behind the
Corners of the mouth.
The creature
Is remaining silent and
Is dripping ashes
To the ocean
It has to breathe, breathe, breathe
Or the storm would tear it
In tidy pieces.
When the hidden onyx
Is welling behind the unseen glass,
It has to breathe
And the glass will shrink
And flee from outside the heartshaped shadow-
But then
The thing
Was breathing too often
As the glass was running one time too far –
It ate the sense
It ate the skin
It ate the mind
Until the broken clockwork
Jumped growling
Into the eye of the world.
This is the truth.
The feathers are weighting me down.
The creature has
A two times dead philosopher
Buried in the aching chest.
But nowhere
NOWHERE
Is
an
elegy
It
could
sing
Literature
Insomnia
When sleep, like life, eludes me .......
...... life giving sleep overcomes everyone but me ....
life sapping concienceness drains me ....
My crimson shadowy wraith wakens and fills the slumber with it's grip of dark thoughts ... my mind races my soul cringes .....
The beauty of life but a twinkle in the crushing darkness of dispair ...... a flicker of light, the glimpse of a smile, the warmth of a touch ...... but a trickle .. like a single tear ....
............. the cold bitter dark, unrelenting throbbing, deafening, mindnumbing soul destroying pain!
....... like Ten thousand times Ten black holes ripping through the subatomic fibre
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Midnight blessings
Midnight stars gazing at the silhouettes against the glass—
the pair that chose to stay by the angels that guide in darkness.
For though they know they're free to explore the castle of their dreams,
they knew that all their dreams and blessings were right there in that room
on this special night that promises to become a yesterday
that tomorrow will never cease to love or to remember.
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Sleep Well
"Blast it, Sherlock, turn that damned thing down," hissed John as he stormed down the stairs and into the little living room of the flat he shared with the man in question.
The telly was on and blaring some crude show with a pair of so-called comedians screaming at the audience. John practically crushed the power button in his frustration, silencing the annoying device. His eyes flicked immediately to the couch, ready to chew that imbecile out for ignoring his right to sleep. However, it was rather to his surprise to see the man in question sprawled out across the couch, fast asleep himself.
John blinked for a moment. It was weird seeing Sh
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