hemera

Ha, I was reading through some crazy shit I wrote. They are all penned in the heat of intense anger or pain, of course, cuz thats just me.
Pardon the angst, it comes and goes.

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Nov. 24th 2009-
To Whomever This May Concern

You are
perpetually off axis, out of control
I am
tired, but will stand so I can
quiet the past, reclaim my soul
and shove my apathy down that pretty little hole.

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Feb. 2nd 2009-
Le Grand Mal

The electricity, the connectivity,
where have they brought us?
The unconsciousness, the abnormalities,
where have they left me?

Fallen apart and back together,
deadly and unforgiving like a terminal cancer.
Need to anesthetize, medicate, terminate,
and leave the mess of the autopsy to fester.


Perhaps one day our paths will cross again while visiting her gravesite.

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June 18th 2008
The Silence of Sunday

You were deaf,
and words you never could say.
So I gave you my lungs,
and you blew me away.
Night rolls in
and days go by unforgiven,
but sing your sorries another day,
for your ignorance
has brought the Silence of Sunday.

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Feb 3rd 2007-
Eyes of a Tragedy

A flip of a switch,
and you will close your eyes
and relax your grip.
The cold rushes in around the mind
from which you allowed me to slip.
A violent reversal of polarity
cut and tie, slash and burn.
Another lesson I had yet to learn.

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Oct. 15th 2005-
Connoisseur of the Fine Arts

I let my grip on your fingers loosen, and you fell.
Hard and fast. Slow and painful.
A smile cant help but creep up on my face,
for I have just made you so special.
I enjoyed watching you struggle, just as you did me.
You have never been so beautiful, so silent, so still.
Now it is you that dangles there so helplessly,
the crimson work of art nailed upon a wall in my own gallery.


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Oct 6th 2005-
Date For Saturday Night

I dab gasoline behind my ears, light my cigarette and kiss myself goodbye with freshly applied lipstick.
Let it ignite.
A rush of reds behind my closed eyes, the truth in front of yours.
Let it burn.
Melt away everything until nothing remains.
Let it smolder.
Dispose of the ashes.
and be extinguished.


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Sept. 23rd 2005-
I am a Disney Princess

Look at me in my pretty pink dress...
Let me curtsey in your honor, for sending me mice and gentle little birdies to try to release me from the hourglass.
Sorry, but I still managed to find a spindle to prick my finger and some poison to choke on.
The evil queen does have cunning brutal ways about her.
And Prince Charming arrives just in time to clean up the mess, only to then carry on a conversation with the tempting apple core.
All the dwarves, fairy godmothers and elusive sea creatures buzz in my head in passive effort to pull me from mute unconsciousness.
But I chose to remain asleep in my garbage can casket and rot away until the recurring dreams of my fairytale ending cease and I can no longer be awoken.
The credits roll with the names of the guilty, the Grammy winners, the ones who live happily ever after.



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May 26 2004
Under

I feel the shift of my tectonic plates
Heavy artillery move, readjust, and crush
My weaponry will bring end to lives, cause worlds to collide
and separate and unravel the sacred
Dictator with all the power of 1
I turn my cannons to the reflected
and blow and destroy and deteriorate
Recede to the third world
and mourn the loss of what 1 never was.

There will be no peace treaty today.


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May 3rd 2004
Over

The days are shorter again, drawing closer to the empty restless nights and the angry riptides. Threatening to tip over and pull under. Over and under. Under and over. Again and again and again. Violent currents turned inward on dark, quiet, and seemingly peaceful beaches. Ripples appear on the expansive unassuming surface, hinting at the forthcoming turmoil, though nothing seems just of cause. Night falls over the cold sands and shells and bones of skeletons. Washing away the white, diluting every last color and drowning all swimmers that dare to tread water within its blackened backdrop.