theballadofahellboundheart

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Are you a poet?

Every now and then I am.

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The long bright dark

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Attempts to infiltrate the stars; Searching for the face that I miss; Mapping what was lost in the endings of our galaxies.

And                           it hurts to think,

What could have been                         between us;

Star lights                         torn apart.

Circa 2017

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The Last Week of August Sets Fire to The Storm and I Miss You Despite Endings Unkind

Knowing what is done,

A sledgehammer to               

                                                My heart;

Missing 

                                               My starlight.

Circa 2017

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Nothing compares to you

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Crazy about you /

       Crazy without you /

               Crazy over you /

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And you asked how my day was

And you asked how my day was,

        Believing that I am happy with what I said I will do;

Your voice trembling as I remember;

        Repeating like madness inside my head;

                       And everything I do cannot drown out

                       The pictures of you breathing and

                       How we were that night I tried to let you go;

And the tiniest moments I wanted to believe,

         Were not true - But the pain I feel still makes it nothing less than

                                  What I feel for you;

And I wanted to ask how your day was,

          But I stop with locks over my words and these doors I closed;

                             And you asked “how can I unlove you?” 

Like 

        a thousand knives 

                                 falling on me;

And I checked my phone a hundred times,

         Feeling your lips as you whisper how deep your pain was;

And I wanted to answer that my pain mirrors 

         the same suffering you wrote;

Like when you took pictures of the book

        you’re reading - you took a piece of me with you;

You asked me to forget about you,

        But my words bleed every letter of your name;

And you asked how my day was,

       Believing that I am happy without you;

                               Like letting you go was the easiest thing to do;

                        But you don’t know how it feels to be ripped apart

                        From everything I thought was happy and true;

And I wanted to ask how your day was,

       And tell you that everything I want and love still speaks of you.

Circa 2017.

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I miss you, miss you

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And I Forgot How To Write Your Name

And I forgot how to write your name;

       I forgot how to bleed and build castles out of thin air;

And your voice keeps on haunting me, 

        Howling, inside my brain - my skull’s cracked open with diseases;

With all the screaming and laughter,

        With every yesterday inching away from my wounds;

Like maggots crawling over my eyes,

        Blinding me from your arms enveloped around this rotten heart;

And I forgot how to write your name;

        I forgot how it means to breathe every inch of you;

Within you and all of you, and all I long for is forgotten;

        I forgot how to write your name; 

        I forgot how to live again;

        I forgot how yesterday’s not supposed to end;

                         I forgot how to map every inch of your bones;

                         I forgot how our mouths used to fill with blood;                             

                         I forgot these hours painted with wasting sun showers;

And I forgot how to write your name;

                               I forgot that forgetting something that meant everything 

                                                                     Within a moment will never be gone.

Circa 2017

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Theory of Your Wounds

Coffee cups and breaking lights; 

                                   The ridge whispers against the morning; 

Entrails and fingertips mapping your skin, 

                                     hungry for your mouth, 

                                  deliberate and withstanding; 

A machine to testify; 

Relative to time - 

                                   the theory of your every wound; 

Haunted by the testament 

                                     Of every bit of our suffering.

Circa 2017

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Paz Lenchantin

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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda (via naturaekos)

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I got something to say I killed your baby today And it doesn’t matter much to me As long as it’s dead

Well I got something to say I raped your mother today And it doesn’t matter much to me As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Come sweet death, one last caress.

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The Worshipers

Short 

bursts

Of coma influenced malice;

                                           Inhaling those damned memories;

With the insane                   wide                            eyes

The makings of our world 

Would always

                                                                                          - see;

And our bound flesh

And all our miseries;

All our pleasures revered,                beatified,              and

                                                   worshiped; 

Entombed                         between your thighs, 

With

a 

steady

assault

of

staccato 

failings;

                                                      Your heart’s in my mouth; 

As the sun in my hands scream

                                             Howling into the night; 

                                     Feverishly; like a famished reverie.

Circa 2017