Intimacy crept through our rain

It cradled every

Hurt

Hang-up

Blew life through this pain

Pieces lingered

Tried hard to remain

We withdrew from every

Dead kiss

And only intimacy sustained

It melted into us

Like candle wax

And saturated the deepest wounds

Mending even

The most broken crack

We were

Shielded

 

By Intimacy

FYI:  https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/tears-poem/

I call her sad and troubled, she is beautiful and her face has inspired many pieces.

So here she is again (:

 Tears weighing heavy

 Was the crooked tilt of judgments scales

I could feel the rust that sired me in between my harnessed vial

I wanted love but hate was the only boat that sailed

Rotted flint

Air came

Then went

Teasing sensations

That leaned

Then bent

Cement

That became

Part of me

Sunk Deep were fragments of

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

Sunk Deep were fragments of

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

What I used to be

Rotted flint

Air came

Then went

 

I had an oversupply of fuck yous

That nobody knew

Came

From

Me

I can hear it in the distance

Bleeding the sound

That can be heard miles

And miles

And miles beneath burdened ground

I can feel it

Even under a whisper

Sensations plague my senses

Without my permission

Like military transistors

And lust craves my very essence

Sad and lonely suffers my bones

Left me

Dropped

Lava

Melted

Deep

Ratchet

Between dark alleys

And ancient cobblestones

Tears heavy like bricks

Pots so deep it was hard to mix

The word fix with exist

And my inner twitch was hard to resist

Because

I

Still

Love him

His lips

Drip

Melted candle sticks

Was a bad trip

Standing beyond this cliff

Waiting for pigs to fly

And I had an oversupply of fuck yous

That nobody knew

Came

Directly

From

Me

You touch me in places

Foreign to lingering lust

Where blood flows heavy

And veins pump deeper than an oceans rush

You take me over mountains

You make waters flow from some of the driest, emptiest of fountains

Hidden in a dream

You gave me babies to love me and called them queens

You sunk me into life

Long before I became your wife

You pumped love into my veins

And quoted scripture to repair my broken brain

What a tedious job picking locks and whispering through rusted chains

With nothing to gain

You

Loved

Me

You

Loved me

To

Life

I have loved you beyond my hearts ability

Screaming blasphemy at my own spiritual immobility

Lusting for life and my own mental fertility

I still love you beyond my own ability

I can’t even make love to you and it’s killing me

And here I am on the edge of hello

Or goodbye

I’m standing on the crossroad of

Love

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/crossroad-of-love

 

My wounds remind me that he is still present

Brought memory to my tears

And turned hearts into jilted crescents

Soft upon my groans

He made rigamortis shift

And threw wind to my broken bones

 Vacancies

Where spider webs scaled empty tombs

 Sad and troubled 

Still tryna’ fill this depressed room

Heart cold upon my floor

Chest pressed heavy against our martyred door 

I am desperate for these broken bones to be restored

An aching in my groans
He made rigamortis shift
And threw wind to my broken bones
Vacancies

Soft upon my pain

Harnessed

Heartless

Broken

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/braile-poetry

I wish

 

I only wish

 

I could write something beautiful

To tame the unsettled beat of my heart

To bring together a union

I push this away before it gets a chance to start

I wish I could weave these vines

And never wish we were crossing into unchartered territory

 

Imaginary lines

 

Beautiful was a stone

That tossed pebbles till full grown

My eight by ten outweighs my pin

Writing keeps the dark away

But I long to see you again

Hearts desires often imagine my wants

The journey is deserts away

Leaving claw marks through this hunt

I lose myself in these vines

Eyes so heavy they become part of mine

And we lose ourselves in this beauty

 

Pregnant

With love

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