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Breathing
I breathe your scent
Running
I grasp and tear
Your blood
I can taste
Your flesh
I hunger for
I am the hunter
You are the prey
I will consume you
You will bow to me
I feel your last breath
as I feel you blood pass my lips
Your soul echoes
inside of me
As you pass away.
Still, I am fed
and move on to the next.
I breathe your scent
Running
I grasp and tear
Your blood
I can taste
Your flesh
I hunger for
I am the hunter
You are the prey
I will consume you
You will bow to me
I feel your last breath
as I feel you blood pass my lips
Your soul echoes
inside of me
As you pass away.
Still, I am fed
and move on to the next.
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
Is It Wrong?
Is it wrong
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?
Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?
Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content
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
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(c)2009 J Osterhaus
Property of ME! Do NOT reuse, reprint or redistribute!! Protected under the Berne Convention.
(c)2009 J Osterhaus
Property of ME! Do NOT reuse, reprint or redistribute!! Protected under the Berne Convention.
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