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Darkness
Clouds around me
Covers me
Drowns me
I cannot breathe
Yet the darkness is home
I wither
I pine
I sink
It eclipses my soul
I become the wraith lurking in the hall
You run and hide
Afraid and alone
From the one thing
You are most like onto me
The darkness
the fear
Drowning with me
In a sea of black.
Clouds around me
Covers me
Drowns me
I cannot breathe
Yet the darkness is home
I wither
I pine
I sink
It eclipses my soul
I become the wraith lurking in the hall
You run and hide
Afraid and alone
From the one thing
You are most like onto me
The darkness
the fear
Drowning with me
In a sea of black.
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
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
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
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(c) 2011 J Osterhaus
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