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lacking the skeletal disposition that
reminded me of broken fence posts,
his hands jostled the thought of a home

i can hear the sounds of bed sheets
giving way to the bodies and
the floorboards moaning for missing steps

he's standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame

i'm laying on the bed, thinking how his arms
built a shelter that we put into words,
creating the foundation,
dreams, constructing the walls, each other,
making it an edifice of us

the sun acted like a spotlight, fixating
on the way his veins drew blueprints
that outlined this entire exhibition of a life

i felt the way the walls weren't cold,
the floors weren't silent planks,
the roof was safety instead of a cloud
polluting the air above our heads

we brought to the workbench anger
mixed with joy and displeasure
shaded into appeasement with love,
welding everything together

we made a home by the enamor of us and all we had to give
enrapture
and this marks the first poem of us

his hands aren't skeleton wrapped in a thin layer of skin or bruised from wooden walls.
his hands are home.
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Maybe this wasn't right.
         Her blood is on my hands
Maybe everything is wrong.
         Fuck, they won't stop shaking
Maybe we shouldn't have done this.
         I was wrong I was wrong I was wrong
Maybe we should've never started any of this.
         I couldn't stop Her voice spoke into me
           It had to be her

Maybe we should end this.
         Maybe I should
Maybe it's time to say goodbye.
         I could hear her sing in Hell
Maybe
update: november 14, 2014

I'm tired of writing poems about love when I barely knew how to write.
I needed change. 

The regular font is the entire original poem. I had to change it.
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gripping at my jacket sleeves,
wishing they were her neck

her lips like heroin,
mine salty from the tears

the heat of her hands
singed brands into my skin

my ungraceful movements,
they danced in her eyes

her steps were fluid
manipulated by a mind so capricious
and I'm still asking how

the air in my lungs,
the blood in my veins,
but she seeped like toxins into my bones
depleting the calcium allowing me to stand

then I hear her whisper my name
and her fingertips flit through fabric
to kiss my skin with hiemal hands
only for I to realize
it was just the wind.
Distance Killed The Sprinter
update: november 13, 2014
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eyes were barren, dusty like the southwest in a drought
    even when they passed over me.
saying they were chocolate would sound so sweet,
    but they were dirt, trampled.
pits dug deep into the center could hold all the sunlight
    yet remained empty except for a flash of burning butane
every blink deleted a snapshot, a scene
    until all was left were callous intentions.
when the eyelids met they resembled theater curtains,
    showing me the performance was over.
January Eyes
It could have been three years.
I made mistakes.
Too many of them actually.
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       Must keep digging, have to keep digging. The voices tell me to. They tell me to keep going. I have to see the diamonds. They were underneath, you see, underneath the porcelain. And that’s underneath the dirt, you see?
       The pearls within the marble bust would glisten ‘til the shadows turned them cold. I didn't wanna listen. I didn't wanna listen! They were clattering against my ear all the promises that ashes, ashes should have turned to dust.
       I was greedy. I took too much, because I was not taught to attach, but to prosper. Oh, but it was fun. The way the porcelain cracked and pearls were all but shattered. I remember the sound they made against the wall even when they descended, like the heartbeats, to the floor.
       The chest that held the heartbeat belonged to the woman who was luxury. Hair soft like the silk draping off her shoulders, clinging to her bones. She was grace, she was heaven, then she was sin. And sin for sin we find our fate. Take her grace. So I stole it. Show her Hell. I forced her eyes to see. Save her. And I did. I saved her from her nightmares; I saved her from her fate. I am the angel who granted her a life of pure, of radiance. But she screamed when she fell.
       And now with the shovel hitting oblong pine, I paw away the rest of the filth and clear a wide enough space. My hands shake as the voices are repeating, repeating, the diamonds, the porcelain. Fingers reaching for the edge, I can hear the breath go through my lungs like a windstorm through a cavern. I grip two sides. For the diamonds. I pull the wooden cover upwards, gently, so gently. For the porcelain.
       Peering inside, I see her porcelain pale skin turned to decay and the diamonds that were her bones now resembled dead branches on her family tree. Her teeth no longer pearls, they were fractured from the wall, from the impact of my fist. Staring at me, the bust of her head was lined with cracks, and her soft hair now brittle lying beside where her ears should be.
       Decomposing, that’s a mystery to me. I expected grace, forgiveness to be painted on her face. All I see is hollow. There’s no soul left to see. How could it be? I climb out of the grave, backing up one, two, three, and I tumble from my feet. This can’t be. There was no soul. There was no grace. There was no life to spur the bones or pull her lips and smile for the sun. I am not an angel nor a savior will I ever be.
       Now you see, I put her there below the dirt, below the light, and now it’s only darkness that I see.
Diamonds and Porcelain
there was a writing contest at school.
the prompt was a person digging for a compulsive, uncontrollable reason in their backyard until they uncovered a door.
I twisted it a slight bit. 
Hopefully it turned out well.

update:
I received first place in my school.
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My life is a wreck, but you know what they say, a captain goes down with their ship.

May 5, 2014, 5:37 PM

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