Writing-to-Live

My murdered sonWhat sort of hair would sing in the wind Would every light try to tango in tune To dance upon the strands within And give back upon the moonWould his eyes if ever reflect the glow Held within his heart The mirror of compassion's soul Singing by his artWould they also analyze Scan, assess, and pierce Every profound from truth to lies And flare for justice true to fierceWould passion flow from endless depth Would his mind investigate create And when true sorrow wounds his kept Would he persist and elevateWould his laugh always know kindness first And sing of right to be Blow true beautiful with a thirst None could satisfy by s...

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‘Don’t wait for your ship to come, swim for it.’That’s what Conor remembers his father saying to him when he was young.Despite the singing career, the small acting career and the many fans that cheer for him night after night, nothing was as scary as seeing blood in his underwear after filming with Joe. Having just gone home, sore after Joe had shocked his stomach several times for his childbirth video, the blood make him scream out, alerting Jack to his plight.Busting in, Jack took one look at the blood and Conor’s face before scooping him up and holding him tight, calling Josh to ‘fucking get my brother to the hospital right the fuck now...

The depth of a drop of starlightMemory. A droplet falling through the void Sparkles resonate upon the surface Abrasion aft and oft avoid Where seasons bereft, a dawnless solsticeInto the ever, a journey through Tracks and railways into the dark From the depths of you into Manifest. Within a light's true sparkBy the substance of tangible touch By sight into the mind's might mold The vault of virtue, the home of much Where consciousness is only toldFrom the scales of density and thought Into the pierce of concept born An aspect of perception oft naught caught Save for some that sue forlornResonation regal as pure starlight The gradation of g...

They dance across the page as if they choreographed the movements on their own.Each position carefully calculated to conjure the most pleasing aesthetic for the faithful, patient patrons.Every mark evoking expression making all who hear feel -- react to each phrase of lyrical melody.Major joy, minor tragedy, diminished terror, augmented intensity concluding with a heart-leaping swell of sound.These small black dots -- smudges demand to be heard -- to be felt Like the poet with her words -- confessions.Hear me. Understand me. Accept me.-- just listen

EchoAnother drop falls upon the floor A ring that sings within Opening through another door A knock between and inWithin the fall the time goes slow A pause in pain to stall Fading is life's purest glow Caught within the callAnother droplet falls away Darker grows the soul Somewhere lost between night and day Shuddering to your wholeCracks and cuts within your heart The soul-shine mirror shatters Where the lines due their depart And sensibility scattersA droplet into the puddle fore Mutilations everywhere Dripping from your hallow core Falling from you to thereAbsent comfort, absent solace You begin to think In a time of purest solstice As...

I don't love you You don't love me We're just here to hate ourselves A little less, a little more, Depending on the time of day.I don't love you You don't love me We're just here to have some fun. I'm just like you Your just like me We're like everybody here tonightWhy does this matter? Why do we matter?I don't love you. I didn't live you Enough to stay. I just loved the way you danced Dance.Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid to be alone? Alone. Alone. Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid to be alone?I don't love you You don't love me Enough to part A white dress turns to black. Death.Got the whole world a...

i named every star in the sky after you but then the sun came up and it was all blue skies. baby you were the air i breathed but some machines run on oil, fire, sweet combustion of the heart or mind you destroyed me. i was a wreck. i am a wreck. you lit the match i held in my mouth then you watched it burn out. i fell in love. what else was there to do? hey, you said it best yourself. always the pacifist. i was never cut out for you and baby, i tried, i tried, i tried. i am so resigned to being nothing more than a glint in your eye at the coffeeshop we both loved i wrote poems for you there. and in this very spot i am sitting you wrapped y...