Where It Hurts

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I see her

(1)

days go by and I live my lies

truth sacrificed for a smile

minutes pass and I don’t look back

just walk another mile

could I take you there, is your existence dependent upon perception or is there more to your being,

is that the real you I’m seeing?

(2)

I’ve learned what I could as I fought through my dead-end-roads to land untouched by asphalt or steel cables, metaphors notwithstanding I have discovered uncharted territory inside the accepted reality.

Could I alter your vision, I would

to put broken edges to gold and silver

(3)

A secret language, he says, and explanation is requested. How can a lesson be gifted to the un-learned and un-tested? Speak you the words from where you can find truth,

your own secret language will expose the way forward.

I would linger with thee a while, milady, I would borrow…

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That One Summer

I had yet to feel your sweat on my neck, but I knew I loved you already. Like red roses pulling yellow streaks, and green thumbs dipped in sugar, I loved you. Like desperate phone calls made to lonely operators in the middle of the night, just this side of the beach, I loved you. … Continue reading That One Summer

Re-wolf

DAMNNNNNNN

Murder Tramp Birthday

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You are a rare child, my doctor says
and pinches the sensitive skin above my vulva
a walking swarm,
a lukewarm disaster,
a pair of
bloated cherry-coated lips
and tongue swollen from digesting prey

I grab a stud gun and nail him to the wall,
exposed
like a flying squirrel caught in a jump
Next day, he buries me carefully in his garden
I eat dirt and laugh,
making a home of my grave
I know, I know – you could never have foreseen
that even dormant and pretend-dead
I’d be twice your potency

But as sure as I’ll never forget
the wrong you’ve done me,
what’s more important is
you’ll never forget me,
and will never find me in another place.
This, I promise.

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Leaden Skies- Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

So brilliant

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Come

Come and lead

Me on

Past the sallow

With leaden eyes,

Leaden cheeks

And leaden mouths

Heaving leaden words

At our backs beneath

Leaden skies

Come, come and find me

Down in the gutter

With the elixir still heavy

On my ragged breath

Call me to the gathering

With your voice like

Tambourines, drowning

Out the drawing of midnight

And the ringing of bells, pulling

Me towards the grey spaces

Where the Ankou waits

My golem is coming closer

Dead eyes seeking to take mine

Come, come and guide me

To the places where your sun

Blinds the darkness I wear

My funeral shroud already in place

I clutch it selfishly, growling curses

I will resist you, as you know I must

For I dwell in the houses of sorrow

And she is a lustful creature, despair.

Still I pray for you when lucidity

Finds me.

To come

Come…

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All The Best Ones Are

She’s all aching sin and glorious hips, the perfect shot, a junkie’s quick fix, She’s a hit of ecstasy secretly slipped with bad intentions behind loose lips. © Nicole Lyons 2018

Your Name is a Scar

Stephanie slays me every single time

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Maybe we didn’t come out of this unscathed, but so? The best things in life leave some kind of mark for a reason. And love, you branded me in the most amazing way. My heart will never be the same now, all for the better, nothing less.There’s a scar across my heart filled with the moments we made and the moments that made us. I carved it there with my own bare hands as a reminder of all we were. I marked it permanent and deep, shaped like your eyes, and I left enough room to add more of those memories from your smile. Sometimes I trace the scar with my fingers, feel each letter of your name just to have you close to me one more time, it’s the most perfect scar I have ever studied. It doesn’t hurt. You didn’t hurt me, you healed me. That is why…

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Battle Cries Blaring

Cry. Scream. Give the world your fucking worst, it won't go easy on any of us, but you best get your ass back up with your battle cries blaring. You are a goddamned warrior and even warriors have moments when they question their own worth, go ahead and question it, but do it quickly, the … Continue reading Battle Cries Blaring