HeiminnMala

I carry with me every word and every song i've ever heard the ones that rock and the ones that roll out notes like waves and every bar of sunlight that ever fell across my face and every raindrop that has touched my skin. And every thing i've ever seen from the litter on the street the chewing gum that fills the cracks to the silent falling snow on a winding road and the smell of car fumes and bodies and concrete and late night chip shops and the smell of sheep and grass and soil and early morning and the sound of us laughing.

I think that you are still in love with that girl i used to be you remind me of her i'd love to know why you never told me you loved me and i'd love to know why i never said it back but i've met someone who has pushed you to the very corner of my mind and that's where you will always be.

i broke both our hearts in 10 seconds and four words that song you were playing will forever sound like missed oppurtunities and promises that neither of us could keep a small secret part of my newly beating heart will always be reserved for you but i can't do this.

Every year i curse November When it holds me in its cold embrace But this year I will melt Winters frozen fingers with the beginnings of warmth in my almost healed heart.

I Will Remember Rain on my new Now-soaked skin Laughter Until our bones were full of it

White Wire Entwining Binding We are Linked Drumbeats Beating, Beating

Darling, All the World's a Shadowplay and i've left the darkness for the Sun The streetlights Were our spotlight Outside a cinema But we were the only Show playing Now i'm Centre-Stage Fright Solo Act under bright lights An accusing audience of eyes Stares and says You know in fake romances There are no second chances

Christiane, You drank away your wasted youth red lips stained with cherry juice Off the rails At Bahnhof Zoo The next heart that fails It could be you And whats more with sunset veins i think i would have done the same

You said “It smells like Africa” And it did But I’m a thousand miles away Boxed in by english hedges The rain tastes like Red dust of oneyearthreemonthsfourdayssixhoursandseventeenseconds ago I miss it more than you could ever know

Plato, If this is the cave I don't want to leave

she has spoken with a tongue of tea leaves the autumn pied piper                 across discarded beer bottles plays to the phantoms of summer the wind, her dusky eyes a twinge to her rouged lips rouge, and ragged                her nail polish sparkles                little asteroids glitter like Orion's belt she has three places, out of time three droplets of crystal the crystalline she, with her tongue of fortunes the divine, prediction, prey and predator she's counting courtship flowers the tolling bells               among absinthe and aromatic rings               the nettle and bee stings so that between chances

"Frail bones predict what fragile minds can't detect," He trailed off slowly, "And my bones are achin'." The air around me hung low and depressed, Sticking to the back of my throat like a stormy syrup I'd tried to swallow down. I peered out the kitchen window And caught an inklet of patched-over-grey sky; I wondered what was in store for the day. Impartial to the gloom outside, we stepped out onto the back porch; Grandpa wobbled out with his cane in hand and we waited. In the hushed stillness the trees traded birds— Robins, swallows, whippoorwills, and cardinals. If you squinted hard enough at the sullen shrubbery, You could

will you meet me in the spaces between our fingers become tiny atom-like indivisible, but one (and all the smaller pieces that don't matter) trade electrons become heavier elements ---- a hollow note crawls up my throat when you depart ---- twenty minutes to dawn (i know this because we've been here before) in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets this look it's the same and in this moment this moment is again ---- and your voices singing as the past ricocheting off ceilings and walls that do not house me anymore, i hear you strum af

I fear this. I fear that. Let come what may I fear nothing. All stuttered sentences                  stuff themselves                          and be damned. I need a reckless thought to whack Havoc with. This reeks of Nothing. Ain't that something? No. Just dry ramblings from an ancient pen half-cracked from the mad fool who held it last.

Systemic synesthesia Sensual amnesia Semantic parapalegia Cerebral anaesthesia. Serene as Anastasia.

I love green grapes, but is it the alliteration or the taste?

Winter kiss warm summer lips.              I miss this,                     [signed]Mr. That

Summer is over and I'm ready for fall ing in love with her this winter

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