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She sits
Strumming her guitar
Making her now calloused fingers graze over the resonate silver strings that float above the neck of her wooden companion
Strumming and strumming
A secret chord exists in her vocabulary, but its repelled back into the confines of her mind
As she pushes forward notes from her blood rushed fingertips
She strums and strums
Trying to stop that secret chord from breaking sound barriers.
She fills the air with familiar harmonies and melodies
Her eyes clouded by purple haze
While her heart beat keeps the tempo
She moves her hand over the shapely wooden body and memories that are
Triggered by the sensory images manifesting from those subtle hand movements
strike her
She starts to strum once more
but the tempo slows
As she continues to mover her fingernails over the curves of her guitar.
The strumming ceases
She's caught in a trance, recalling the lingering feeling of fingers clawing over the geography of flesh hills.
Trembling she starts to strum slower than before
And now that secret chord starts to crawl from the catacombs of her mind
But she doesn't want to replay that horror film
She still feels the imprints made by fingerprints on her skin
She still sees the dark images of that demon burnt into her retina
Strumming her guitar
Making her now calloused fingers graze over the resonate silver strings that float above the neck of her wooden companion
Strumming and strumming
A secret chord exists in her vocabulary, but its repelled back into the confines of her mind
As she pushes forward notes from her blood rushed fingertips
She strums and strums
Trying to stop that secret chord from breaking sound barriers.
She fills the air with familiar harmonies and melodies
Her eyes clouded by purple haze
While her heart beat keeps the tempo
She moves her hand over the shapely wooden body and memories that are
Triggered by the sensory images manifesting from those subtle hand movements
strike her
She starts to strum once more
but the tempo slows
As she continues to mover her fingernails over the curves of her guitar.
The strumming ceases
She's caught in a trance, recalling the lingering feeling of fingers clawing over the geography of flesh hills.
Trembling she starts to strum slower than before
And now that secret chord starts to crawl from the catacombs of her mind
But she doesn't want to replay that horror film
She still feels the imprints made by fingerprints on her skin
She still sees the dark images of that demon burnt into her retina
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Tell Him.
I helped an elder while you were asking for miracles.
I was someone's happiness when you were praying.
Tell God that next time you talk with Him.
Literature
OfAngelsAndFalling
You pushed me down a cloud,
and let me free fall oh so proud.
But every fall ends in a landing,
and my wings weren't working this
time, so like every time you
fall for someone your fall
ends in a hard ending.
But even after crashing
on earth, to this day I look up
in the sky,
looking for that angel that
pushed me down the cloud
and made me ask "why?"
Now that angel is playing
around in the sky oh so profound,
and after two months I know
that she has forgotten
everything about love, lies and
letting me crash on the ground.
I know that angels and
mortals aren't supposed
to be together,
but all I know that is
that I c
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one day in the wind
you are the smell of
new books, first opened
and matches, just
extinguished, and
everything good about scent.
as i inhale and you stand there,
the blue of your eyes is
chilly enough that
i need a jacket when i look at you.
you envelop me
with coolness and pride
and i wear my heart like a sore
branded in the skin of my arm
and hope
you will see it.
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A very personal piece that I wrote. I really love this piece, it's possibly my second favorite one...
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Omg...I love it!