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We always fall
together.
We fell
in love
with each other.
And later, when
You fell
out of love
with me
(and fell
under her spell)
I fell
from the pedestal
you'd put me on.
I fell
from cloud nine
and crashed to ground.
I fell
from heaven
into depths of hell.
And because
I fell
for your lies
and empty promises,
I fell
apart.
We always fall
together.
We always fall
together.
We fell
in love
with each other.
And later, when
You fell
out of love
with me
(and fell
under her spell)
I fell
from the pedestal
you'd put me on.
I fell
from cloud nine
and crashed to ground.
I fell
from heaven
into depths of hell.
And because
I fell
for your lies
and empty promises,
I fell
apart.
We always fall
together.
Literature
Counting for Nothing
Fourteen hundred paces wasted
walking to your door,
and every time a pointless pounding
headache - sore, resounding, raw;
what follows next? as you'd expect
a shocking exhibition of
that bloody mix of tears
and spit and semen spilled
across this gritty floor.
and from the day that we last spoke
I've counted twenty-four.
How come I'm your ignored -
you must have grown so bored of me
and now my fingers, gnawed and nails all bitten
paw through scores
of letters better left unwritten -
never sent, now torn and scattered, littered
with my bitter thoughts unuttered,
so utterly distraught I am, I poured a litany of scorn
and lo
Literature
Reverie
I.
They say every woman is a piece of the moon,
but I want the sun.
Dear Apollo, explain to me why you gave up
clear mornings for the shadowy future.
And I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before.
Because he's still sleeping, turned towards the window,
the thick blinds cracking with sunlight in the early dawn.
The navy sheets his royal dress, the rays his glory crown.
I wake up next to a god on Sunday morning,
hands still dirty from the night before.
II.
But when I sleep, I dream of rhyming big words
Building them on top of each other, letting it touch the sky.
I rub up against them once in awhile to test their stren
Literature
Shiver
An earthquake rolls across her skin
as green curtains reserve a space
for construction -
he looks at splattered bed sheets
and cradles a small shiver.
He inhales, holds the breath. Hands
calloused by supermarket boxes grip
the railing. Cord of blood and sweat
fused into life is taken into other,
more precise palms.
A hand on his shoulder whirls
him around - birth is burdened
into his arms. Black curls smell sweet.
He feels her hand envelope his as he
leans forward to kiss the wailing temple
turned an angry shade of red. She's
whisked away - to wash and dry.
A statue of bones -
becomes a colossal collapse.
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Nice. A little generic and a teeny bit sappy, but a creative composition. Well done.