you're no artisti'll paintyou're no artist by theshadowkissedgirl
my lips purple
to match the
stain you slathered
across my skin.
hey, this is
|You don't feel me in here, anymore.|
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I stayed up all night painting your face so
I could beat the birds to crying your name
and the world would shudder and shake in two syllables
once the first glitters of dawn skittered across the horizon
and skipped across the tips of your blindfold eyelids;
I stayed up all night losing my sanity so
I could on auto-pilot put my body to work
and my hands would find a natural rhythm
in the swoop and crash of heat transfer
bobbing up and down in the waves of your skin;
I stayed up all night dancing so
I could prance through the doors of your dreams
and I would step and spin without your guidance
until your eyelashes fluttered awake with pride singing
and our distance would hum along with the song and close in;
I stayed up all night lighting fireworks so
I could pretend I was a sailor lost at sea
and you would find me shipwrecked at the shore
tame my soul's raging waves before the day could break
and giggle the whole way back to your lighthouse escape;
I stayed up all night writing these verses so
I could capture the firefly words to speak when your lips
first parted with the adieu of a yawn
and my tongue would sprinkle across them all
the te quiero's and ich liebe dich's my heart has been choking on.
Pieces of me are scattered across the city,
sleeping on storm drains, kissing their feet,
but I am unseen.
I giggle, "Hey, look. Those are my initials."
I point and recite, "M. E. S."
and the rise of his brow
whispers that he will never
be able to strip the memory of me
from these streets.
I smile and we take a step
Rain drips down the drain
and washes away my footprints
but my initials remain.
I am gone.
JuneJune came clothed in the rutted rindJune by Lunulae
Of cigarettes put out on skin.
Could do nothing to narrow
I could not hang my skin
Out on the clothesline
Next to your face
And emerge unscathed.
cablecarwhen i listen to musiccablecar by KaitForest
and think of you
i let the beat drag me down to its
lyrical abyss; i become
entwined in the reality that
A Lady in BlackWhen I met her she asked me, "Is there a shadow cast by the sun?"A Lady in Black by XxXWiltingVioletXxX
I looked in her eyes, saw she was coming undone.
She did what she could to keep poison in her veins
Just to live with herself, to forget the pain.
"Maybe," she said, "it would be for the best."
"I'm just so tired; it's time to rest."
But I made her hold on, I wouldn't let her lose it all,
I wouldn't let her go, wouldn't let her fall.
I was nearly damned by the look she had in her eyes
Then she spoke in a voice that drew tears from the skies.
She said, "Lay with me, you'll know you've been saved."
She took me in her arms and with that I caved.
We lay together under the broken tree,
Made love in the rain, and I felt free.
I was unwound and remade by all of her charms.
I finally found love in her arms.
I walked down the street, she was standing there,
A lady in black, twisted in shadow; I couldn't help but stare.
She was tragic and beautiful, pale as a ghost,
She beckoned to me; she was what I wanted most.
She was looking f