RawRainbows
Joined: 21 Jun 2007
Posts: 26
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Break Water
Strings of pearls and a lonely mirror, its another black day, who’s my lungs breathing for you or me?
Is there beauty in the exhale?
Waiting, on scratched dirt roads I kick up the dust.
I am guilty, I forged my name on these words I spoke.
An empty jury, noone left to argue to
Silence fading behind my bedroom door, remnants of who I was before scattered on my taupe floor
The corners of my eyes like breakwaters in high tide, maybe Im sinking for blindly believing in a light I thought was guiding me home
The way I watch the sunset fade, forgetting me, absence of a last name
Burning to reverse the start, opaque and translucent like high art
So sick of being the machine, refusing the parts running ragged that tuck themselves into my seams
Tainted like oak barrels of 20 years of aged wine, sweet like a blood orange
A symphony of shrieking violins seeking recourse
Lifeless notes like making love to steel
Sharing my breath through condensation on foggy windowpanes
Indentations of past fingerprints connecting to where your heart once lay
Tapestries woven from dreams I blended with reality in those moments
Questions left undefined, it’s the repeat game, maybe in another life _________________ Life is fluid, always changing, and always creating.
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