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Silence
Solitude
Sickness
It eats
It festers
It kills
You see my smile
though it does not reach my eyes
The eyes
are always filled with pain
But you do not see it
I don't want you to see
My pain is my own
My burden
My cancer
That eats
and festers
and kills
Until I am nothing left.
Empty.
Solitude
Sickness
It eats
It festers
It kills
You see my smile
though it does not reach my eyes
The eyes
are always filled with pain
But you do not see it
I don't want you to see
My pain is my own
My burden
My cancer
That eats
and festers
and kills
Until I am nothing left.
Empty.
Literature
SOMETHING
What smoky poltergeist has lit out
across the dusty plains of my mind
and left no footprint?
A contrarian alchemist turning
my gold into lead and taking with it
all my illusions of clarity
Those wizards and sorcerers pushing
their false incantations and last right lies
I sense another curve in my future
Something just up ahead
Literature
Tears
She was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber
Literature
Bookstore Religion
Lurking in the shadows of roses,
I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
hideous beauty:
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
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You steal, I impale.
(c)2011 J Osterhaus
You steal, I impale.
(c)2011 J Osterhaus
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This poem reminds me of a little child who wanted to live his life like an normal person but he couldn't won his fight against cancer.. he was really young.. :/
anyways awsome poem!
anyways awsome poem!