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Twin in the MirrorI look into mirrors and see your face.Twin in the Mirror by =ArtCrusade
You are watching me from behind a sea.
My mind circles around holding your grace,
Though I know that we are not meant to be.
My trembling fingers try to touch your skin,
In spite of grasping but the mirror's face.
The sea swallowed you with an ugly grin.
Your body melted in its cold embrace.
You are reaching out to clasp my pale hand
As if your world dangled on a frail thread.
The dark sea takes you to the promised land.
Washes over you, drowning you in dread.
I yearn more than anything to live on,
But my heart is cold since my twin is gone.
ListenHow am I supposed to sleepListen by `dreamsinstatic
with all of these dreams
keeping me awake...
So many words
falling through my mind like raindrops,
so many thoughts
transforming into the shape of you,
into the shape of us.
It's an electric shock,
a high voltage surge that rushes
through my chest
and rides my ribs like rails,
getting the engine of my heart
until the light bursts
through my eyes
and the tunnel always leads
I like to imagine Sunday afternoons,
you know that time of day
when the light turns gold
and everything looks like it's in a movie,
the breeze is gentle
and there is music murmuring in the distance.
I like to imagine you,
tucking it back behind your ear,
soft skin painted in the birth of evening.
It's that space
where the sun refuses to set,
but the stars can't hold out any longer
and we get this glorious sky
where everything is visible,
from the constellations of the twilight
to the connect the dot patterns,
like a field of poppies,
Here and NowYou see,Here and Now by `dreamsinstatic
I'm not perfect,
I'm not the greatest,
I'm not even the best,
but when I am with you
I feel like
I could be,
I could be perfect
to breakdown sometimes,
is a high speed engine
it needs to cool off before
it can burn again.
I have never
been very good at saying
I am better at showing
that I am,
because I make a lot of mistakes,
I fall down,
but I get back up. I
like I will never stop
trying for you.
We are both
a little bit broken,
the beautiful thing is
all of my sharp angles,
all of your indents,
all of the fractures and tears,
when laid together
seal one another,
complete one another
while I may wobble
you stand as iron
and when you may stumble
I become your crutch
make each other who we are
meant to be.
isn't about finding perfection,
but about finding
that place, that person,
that makes you believe
that you were meant to be here,
as I believe
By HeartI rememberBy Heart by `dreamsinstatic
the first time I laid my hands
on your lovely skin,
my heart came to life
my body had come alive
for the first time.
I may have heard music,
I am not sure,
because I was lost somewhere
in your eyes,
your beautiful amber eyes
I have plunged
with no desire
to ever come to the surface.
Do you remember
our first kiss,
a summer night in the
soft, raining mist?
I think of it often
it was the moment that everything
that I discovered
that a dream as beautiful as you
can become a reality.
It has been
stitched into our skin,
across our hearts,
there is no denying
that you and I
are separate pieces
the same soul,
and the world is made right,
I love you,
freely and with my all,
I can hear it
in the rhythm of my heart,
I can see it
every time I look
at your lovely face,
I can feel it
every time I touch your skin
I can feel,
that you are now aware
that we are meant
HaleI can'tHale by `dreamsinstatic
tell you what to do,
where to go,
what to decide and
who to love.
that you don't want
me to try,
that it isn't my fight,
it isn't up to me to save you.
when you love someone,
to show that person
of everything and
to give that person
all of your heart.
I am not
here to save you,
you can save yourself,
and you know
what is the right direction
you can feel it
in every piece of you.
have to make that choice,
I don't have to
because I believe in you
and I believe
and I think that you do, too.
The easy road
never leads to the right place,
the harder task
reaps the richer reward
we may be afraid sometimes,
know to whom they belong
and they will always
be fighting to come together.
I hope you know
that you are strong,
you are worthy of so much more,
that you are
lovely beyond description
and that I
adore you beyond definition
and that I
will take every step
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immobilityA long, tedious winter is lodged in your spine,
and every day that goes by, you see less and less of familiar faces
until you are alone, in a place you didn't consciously walk to.
The wind blows in the wrong direction
and the ocean is battling the surge protectors and this is when
you realize that everything is changing but you;
everything is forceful and confident and independent
while you scamper and forage for the pieces of your identity,
lost in the brambles of a forest you stumbled through on one of your
And when you finally feel like the world is at peace and
your heart has regained stability in its pace, a stammer through your window,
one you hadn't heard in so long, wakes you
and drags you back to a place of accepted discomfort.
Pursuitsthrough wood modestly thawed
deep, shade, its margins
and the moon
of jerky, assistant saran-wrapper
tender of fires
that smell like spam
tent-er of trees next to trees
their beast could have tented
sleeper of hammock,
flannel, others’ arm,
others’ arm in flannel
reminder of axis
by the scientist
disposer of map and
stringer of cellphone lights
like buoys, bobbing on path
pursuers of bigfoot
don’t have to find him
but if they do
they’ll clink glasses
over the warmest pile
of verified bigfoot scat.
PristinityThe withering heart is
The fabric dissipating off
The designer’s dress
Your passion being torn off
A beautiful creation
The pain doesn’t feel the tare
It feels it landing on the ground
Abandoned and left alone
He won’t pick you up
Because you can no longer serve purpose
For the flow of pristinity.
Love Note.Your roaming fingertips whisper desires, I crave each and every touch,
Your lips never say enough while your flickering circles catch too much.
Eyes forever a-light, your nervous hands entangle in your falling hair,
But it's your beating chamber that I'm after and I don't plan to share.
The darkness falls upon us, we become two shadows of the night,
Yet as we sink closer together you still glow in the faint moonlight.
Let me comfort you like the ashen sticks; breathe me in if you dare,
I'd gladly raise you up from any pain that, all alone, you can't bare.
You favor grand and vast landscapes, wild arches of the unknown,
Hold onto the many friendships that you have humorously grown,
Childhood pleasures, they stay forever chiseled within each palm,
When I find my world in chaos, you are the greatly needed calm.
You crave routine in your cup yet adventure behind the car wheel,
Fight with the wrath of hells minions in battles that aren't even real.
How long I await the smile of victory, whe
Simple pleasuresEvening drew its cloak around the earth’s shoulders, creating a gust of cutting wind which drove through the flesh of the few stragglers. Its bitterness was surpassed by only one man. He scuffed his boots against the cobblestones lining the Venetian causeway and sent a rogue, black cobblestone skittering off the path and into the canal.
“Ungrateful Moor. I almost gave my life to save his life from the wretched Turks and he promotes Cassio. That man is but an old woman, he knows nothing of war. I should be Othello’s lieutenant, I who has served so faithfully.”
Iago paid no heed to the wind which continued to tug at his clothes like an insistent lover. He stood, forlorn. Wooden shutters banged against the windowsills of the humble houses. The only source of light on this treacherous night came from a lantern in the house at the end of the cobbled causeway. It spilled onto the ground, pooling and flickering, draining into the path like the blood of a wounded animal
Shepherd vs SheepOn my knees I pray
Just give me one more chance
This time I will do it right
I will hold her tight
With my hands around her neck
On my knees I pray
Just think what I could do to you
Have faith in me
My final plea
Don't you turn your back on me
On my knees I pray
Just show me where it hurts
Or else I will steal your crown
And I will be watching you drown
We never mattered anyway
Ghosts in my head told me that
I could become the Hydra
Conquer them all
But then I'd simply sink in the stink
Unable to accept my own reflection
Or I could become a mighty vizier
Destined to seize perfection
But one day be stung
By my own poisonous tongue
Merely StarsAll that we thought was lost is merely stars,
Burning brighter still than moon or sun;
But far, so far we cannot call them ours,
Waiting out of reach and never won.
This twilight drives an arrow through my soul,
Clinging to the dust at end of day.
Never to regain what bounty stole,
Driving all we ever were away.
You will always be my summer weather,
Warm and pure in ways I'll never know.
Gently in the blades of grass and heather,
'Twas you who held my hand and wouldn't go.
How far we've come and oh, how far apart--
So bright must burn the stars that light our hearts.
the starthis is the gospel of you:
i lay there,
naked and mortal and
crouched with large dark pupils,
a nymph and a priestess and a vision,
my muse who breathed soft wonderings,
on a bath mat
with a plastic yellow bucket.
you poured the water over my breasts and collar bone
and it was holy, holy, holy.
8My darling, we can make
moons out of park lamps,
say this puddle is the ocean,
say we are the only two lovers
to ever have existed at all.
There is only getting caught
in the rain with you at midnight.
There is only me tracing the veins
in your hand with my thumb, the feeling
of your face burrowed into my chest.
Summer has left us and
the clock has resumed its truth telling,
but we are a magic all of its own.
It only takes a late night walk
through the park to realize-
we are the only lovers
to ever have existed at all.
There is only my hand stroking
the soft muscles of your shoulder
beneath your wet wool coat.
Everything else is only a dream.
WreckageI don't write love songs
because I fear I'll lose them
amongst the paper wreckage
and half-assed poems.
So instead I'll write tributes
to the insides of your thighs,
concrete things that I can touch
and press my resolute kiss to.
EscapeI wrap myself up in fantasies
Trying to escape this world while
Reality crashes down around me
Life spinning out of control,
Slipping from my hands
But fantasies don't help when it's my own mind
Thoughts I want to run away from, I run away to
Escaping one niggling thought I don't want to face
Just to embrace another
And slowly, I become entangled by my own thoughts
Where is my out? I ask
Just to realize
There are no outs in life
Why I stay1.
every day you wake me
with a gentleness
I did not know you possessed
you are waiting at the door
stamping your feet
on the frozen ground,
with your bone white teeth
there is a restlessness going around,
something I think
borne of this winter air
I am filled with a longing
not lustful, nor painful,
but rather like a constant
from every direction
as if the particles themselves
that compose my body
are becoming detached
tired of the tension, the constant
push to shove
to deserve your love
Recycled SoulRecycled Soul
I spent my life living
with a recycled soul
looking young but feeling
much more old as if I had
lived many other lifetimes
than the one I now have
what other things could
I have once been or who
what names and professions
could I have been known by
I know not the answers
but yet I have always felt
as if I have been living
with a recycled soul
finally now I'm reaching
the age where I look
as I have always felt
so perhaps it is true
that a man can live
a distant lifetime
and return in another
who knows all of the answers
that exist in the universe?
but yet I live on and on and on
she's in a hallway,
she knows that much.
and it seems
to go on forever.
it's lit only by the eerie light
of a red exit sign up ahead,
bathing the hallway
and the doors that line it
in bloody shadows.
she runs to it and pulls the door open,
but she is met with a brick wall.
and somehow she knows
that she can't leave until she finds
what she's looking for.
but she doesn't know what that is.
she's too dead, too numb,
but she knows that whatever it is,
it is behind one of the many doors.
but which one?
she grasps the doorknob of one,
an old brown door,
a mix between the colours
of maple syrup and molasses.
she opens the door
to step into sunlight.
she's outside, but she can see the walls
painted to look like the sky.
she sees her house,
the one she left behind
when her family moved,
and she sees a man
putting a bandaid onto
a young girl's scraped up knee.
her bike sits in the grass,
she creeps closer.
'where am i?'
but the man doesn't look up,
doesn't seen to hea
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleven
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
Leaping For Salvationi. i've been dangling off a cliff for
the past year.
ii. if i don't jump to my death -
i'll die waiting for him to
iii. if you don't kill her,
iv. i'll just have to take her to hell with me.
C'est la vieAs these days pass, I'm always by your side.
Each day, you wake and greet me with a smile,
one that shines so brightly and stretched so wide,
and I continue to stay all the while.
You never needed me so much before,
making me do things to keep me around.
Your mind keeps flying in and out the door
with a happiness now before not found.
For decades time, you never knew my name.
Together we're now, not broken apart,
and with that, you gave me your one last claim.
For some reason, you trust me with your heart
These days don't compare to years on this cord.
With my pull, you'll say not another word.
paint until there's only positive spaceI am the street artist; rough clothes and thin visage
you are the city, vivacious and loud.
Night after night, I find myself in dark places
spraying colours on your faces just to talk to you.
Have you ever tagged a train?
The art I envy is like you –
making waves at night to leave the landscape brighter in the day.
You are the cause I just want to connect with:
fresh, something different, something new.