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Hour after hour creeps quietly past me, like tiny mice gone unnoticed in the night. And before I know it, Dawn is upon me. Caught unaware. As I lose myself in odd trivialities, He saunters away with my time in his pockets.

DEHUMANIZATION IN SEVEN PARTS A human being in reverse. People are human. We feel. That’s why we are called “human”. PART I It’s been a year, give or take a few days, and still, sleep….is ever more elusive. All that remains are brief respites of a hundred thousand blinks that ultimately add up to seven lousy minutes. I have never been one to think a great deal about numbers, but lately, let’s face it… numbers have been ruling my world. Counting the hairline cracks trailing the expanse of my ceiling that only seems to be looming closer and closer to my face with every bloodshot blink… Counti

Pretending to Sleep Beside You A look of love. A theatrical kiss. You turn out the light, and hold me in the darkness. I smile my plastic smile. I yawn my cardboard yawn. I lay my head upon your chest, and hear your steadied heartbeat beside my naked breast. A heave of a contented sigh. A possessive hand that grasps my thigh. How will I get by till the distant sunrise? I'm pretending to sleep beside you. My face rises and falls with each breath you take, While my own breaths expelled are so painfully fake. My face bears the eyes that lie. The eyes that remain open wide stare at diving swallows, disguised as shifting shadows. Wh

You admire, adore, the look of the shell. You say it's beauty dazzles you, and you are blinded by love. But your sight is unimpaired. And in truth, you honestly love what you see. Even if your eyes see, You cannot seem to hear. You are deaf to the echoing waves of my identity. Though you may not be blind, sadly you remain deaf... And that is why you do not love me.

     With him beside you... as each tear breaks off the edge of the slope of your jaw, it falls into the waiting palm of his hand. And in his fist, all hurts are clenched into vapors of fading wisps of half-remembered nightmares, unable to touch you.     Unable to even graze the edges of the breathless pounding of the sensibly ignorant heart...     Unable to even brush against the rapidly jolting twists of the quirking complications of a broken mind...     And as his fingers unfold in the agony he has absorbed into himself, a blazing crystal of repressed troubles...     Of presssures and pains... Sits peacefully in the center of a to

      In your solitude, as each tear breaks off the slope of your jaw, it falls into the abyss of a loneliness so encompassing that it drives you to lift the muzzle to your temple and draw the trigger, not only once but a hundred times with the sadistic gusto to end such an inexpressible pain.     For the eruption of the bullet to break the deafening silence...driving you mad.     For the pull of the finger... to act in one swift moment of defiance.     For your eyes to shut decisively against the harsh spasms of blinding realities you constantly attempt to deny...     And as metal merges with flesh, blood flows over you like a warm b

Shut your eyes in beautiful agony. Hold on tightly in disconsolate embrace. Perceive each moment in absolute empathy. Stumble through love in absurd grace. Shut your mouth in reticent desires. Hold on gingerly in subtle desperation. Perceive each hour in a pain which inspires. Stumble surely through dreams without limitation. Shut it. Hold it. Perceive it. Let yourself fall. Shut it. Hold it. Perceive it. Savor it all. Shut your heart in fierce denial. Hold on serenely in gaudy movement. Perceive each action as anything other than trivial. Stumble confidently through life-altering moments. Shut it. Hold it. Perceive it.

The illusion of desire. I would have lived with pleasure had we never met, And my illusion not need be fragmented into the callous Kaleidoscope of who you are. I would have walked in no doubt staggering through an Impenetrable mist, Any my illusion need not be devastated by the jagged features of where we are. Never should have put on my glasses, And let the barefaced picture reveal itself to me under the stark light of authenticity. Laughter is easier in soft, dim lying shades than in the brutal intensity of a noontime showdown. Let's not get up close and personal, For you can't see the nicks in a moth's wing from afar

  Love On The Bathroom Wall (I Find Repose in Words) I found refuge at the bottom of an empty bottle, Now bereft of cordiality. And fulfillment in the concupiscent words My virgin ears devoured lusciously. I found rapture in a needle, And beauty in the aesthetic crimson Lacing my skin with outlines of identity, and shades of character. I saw clarity in the chaos of shifting shapes and figures, And order in playfully misshapen poses. I found tranquility in anarchy As I swayed in clumsy cadence to the ludicrous melody of an orchestra playing in the silence of an empty box, Blissfully unaware. I discovered enlightenment in a parad