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We Are Not Soul MatesI hold my breath, but you keep breathing.

We are not soul mates.

I could drown our memories in a drop of rain-
but only the real ones.
To drown the rest, I would need an ocean,
though they would not go down easy.
After all the years and all of the pain
I know that neither will we,
but we shouldn't be.

We are not soul mates.

I knew that you weren't right for me, but I chose you anyway,
blindly hoping that two wrongs might make a right, eventually.

We were never soul mates.

We got here the wrong way,
we came here the long way;
all sighs and silences,
all boredom and bitterness,
all, "What is his name?"
and, "I can't stand your
Ice Cream and IronHearts of iron in ice cream towers,
honeysuckle dreams in haunted bowers.
Binary-stars in anemic rebellion
lie in a fevered and heavenly vision.
Epileptic anathema,
beloved arrhythmia,
two-step to a sarcastic aria
of ice cream and iron.
158an abundance of words
the liquid imagery of thousands sit in front of me
while I yawn and turn over
something about saying too much
makes me suspicious of your good intentions.
pretzeledtwisted and entwined
our limbs reach over and through
each other's souls
combining
with the salt of sweat
so sweet
skin glows
beckoning eager lips
and hungry mouths
consumed.

--
9/19/2011
Lake of DreamsWe could buy a boat
Live on the water
Selling barbeque and hamburgers
To fisherman
Showing Texas how to cook
As if the barbeque state
Needed lessons

We could swim the coves
Every night
Bathing in moon light
On the open water

We could lose ourselves
Amongst the cliffs    
Until the world
Was all but forgotten

We could find our own
Little piece of heaven
On this lake of dreams

With no past
To weigh us down
Let the waters
Wash these hands clean

Until the names
No longer matter
And we gracefully drift away
StitchesTake me home after capturing me
With your soul full of needles
And bind me in barbed wire and lace
Making a corset closure for the wounds
Not too delicate, the stitches rough
Special PetWould you sing me shotgun lullabies
with whispers of gunpowder and dying cries?
Would you trace a blade across my lips
draw a treasure map down to an X by my hips?
Would you read me your words soaked in gasoline?
Dripping with your history and a bloody sheen.
Would you strike a match and hold it close to my skin?
Light me up like a lantern and glow from within.
Just tonight, would you let me touch your heart?
Sink my fingers deep into your locked up part.
Break you out of that jail and bend the laws,
set you free with sin and unleash your claws.
To shred, be fed, and tie-dye the sheet,
with a single colour pumping out every beat.
87i do not name my lovers
i prefer to keep things numeric
just in case one of them
would get the idea that they're the favourite

this ancient unforgiving ritual
tap tap tap
we keep writing, because we're afraid to die
in words we are immortal

the numeric system i have so carefully devised
to keep track of my life
creates no problems for me
number, shelf, store
i do not associate myself with the past
because i do not have to

just like a museum,
my past is on shelves
retaliationi will submit to these macabre apparitions
i will show you where the spider spins her web

i will rest under the star-shaped maples
counting the constellations behind my eyelids

i will hold the thunder deep in my lungs
i will spill the rains high in my throat

i will cup the quiet thoughts pooled under our silhouettes
i will drink them in until they pour from my ember eyes

i will wash my lips with antiseptic
i will bathe my hands in bleach

i will fly in the hurricane
and walk through the wildfire

i will forgive myself for disappointing us all
i will forsake the mirror for lying to us both

i will spread these memories upon the tabl
inside memy desire clots in my heart and threatens to rupture.
precious internal compass rose
this glass is blown inside me.
every sliver shreds and shivers
slicing through my warrior's knots
scattering each of the steps
I had hoped would be only enough.
My Past is Presently FutureMy mind swims in vitriol
Corrosive thoughts form burnt offerings
Decayed and deconstructed pieces of my soul
Presented in black wrapping and blood colored bows
I backstroke through the ash, choking on smoke
Floating in the void between losing and loss

The beginning and end
The who
The what
The why, where and when
Lost in the poisoned hallways
The byways
The highways
The lostways of what I was then

I will wander here in wonder of what I became
Never saying goodbye to the old me, my hated friend
A weak, sad reminder of what I could have been
You see, when you say goodbye you must mean it
Else, you'll be saying hello again be
The Fall of Autumni felt a crack rip through my insides
veining down the interior of my heart
spiderwebbing out like the roots of a tree
unearthing a reminder that it could all be lost so quickly
a turn of the seasons, falling from family branches
as it already had for me

i felt the reverberations of the splinter
sending slivers out into the fear
not for me but for those I love
and for those they love more so than any other
because love is like that

i felt the helplessness of the autumn set in
letting loose the leaves from fragile twigs
draining color from the foliage of families
and quietly preparing for the turn into the dirt
because everythin
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The Asphalt Melody

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The asphalt imbedded
Into my melody
Chorusing from in to out

He was continual
I was contrasting
A fight for the spotlight

With tempo of abundance
Sweet tire song humming
I sang of nothing but endurance

Delicate tender stroke of the handle
Rushing wind of the asphalt song
Whirling of the soprano

As my melody rested
The asphalt sang baritone
In a thud, it now leaves a mark

The audience witness
A moment in flat
A shrill of pain

A split of divine
The tune it sang
Came to an end

My head split with a beautiful parting gift
Pebbles of quiet but lasting memory
Sweet songs of pain.
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This is for :iconconcreteteeth:

Prompt = [link] what I feel should be the group's theme song or the simple word "Asphalt" by :icontwistedanger:
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*lcipher42 Aug 25, 2011  Professional General Artist
Excellent.
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~MisplacedFox Aug 28, 2011
thank you
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~IamA3Dpuzzle Aug 11, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
LOVE IT!! its amazing and unique keep up the AMAZING work!!!=D
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~MisplacedFox Aug 12, 2011
thank you glad you liked it :) I channeled an old injury of mine :)
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~IamA3Dpuzzle Aug 13, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
cool....welcome
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~MisplacedFox Aug 16, 2011
:)
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Mood: Love ~CrystalTearz55 Aug 8, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
truly unique and pretty.... very nice ^_^
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~MisplacedFox Aug 8, 2011
thank you very much!
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*AlterEgo1629 Aug 8, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
This is fantastic!
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~MisplacedFox Aug 8, 2011
Thank you very much! lad you like it :)
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