nevernevermore

[nevernevermore]

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[nevernevermore]

I dreamt of you last night

though i don't know you.

You're the kind of guy

I want to kiss,

Laugh so infectious.

And that goofy smile,...

Youth comes off you in waves.

And my, so smart.

Intelligence is what I crave

Dont have to be physical.

You're so cute

I could Eat you up

Drink you down

Devour your positivity

Control you from the inside out.

A seduction of wit

I dont know if I WANT you,

or want to BE you.

....

I have been found wanting

I still WANT to Kiss you

Dominate you

Be Better than you

Smarter than you

More than you

Because you. have. a. penis.

And I Want MORE

than I have.

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[nevernevermore]

I can't won't quit

For me, there is no giving up

No window door

You can't won't stop me

I will must get up

I've always made it through

(somehow)

If I can face my fear of heights

And fight for my rights

Get back up from the rebound

....

if I can make made it through losing everything

Then I have all the more to gain

with you

Everytime I fall, I only learn to get up faster.

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Vulnerable

You voyeur you

My insides squirm

your shadow glides

across thin ice

Precious little keeps you out

yet my earthly form

No secret from your gaze

By swinging light

I am revealed

Inside is out

And you see me

Naked

-Nevernevermore 2020

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You are complicated

You complicate things

You walk around with complications

Unable to be healed

They can’t identify your complications

Nothing rids you of complications

Since that complicated person

gave it to you

Like a virus

It spreads to me

I feel complicated

I complicate things

I collect complications

Shelve them in fancy bottles

I push them deeper and ignore the festering

Until it causes me many

complications

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Nightmares

Jagged knives of glass,

You come for me through the floor.

Breaking any hope for stability,

I am wounded by your thirst,

My ascention halted.

.

Crazed and violent,

I killed you out of fear,

Ended your pointless suffering.

Yet still you came back

To haunt me.

.

Crumbling my tower of sticks and stones,

Your violence brought sacrifice.

Time could not save him

And though we all fell,

Only I survived.

.

Onlookers laughed gayly at

the remnants of my tower spiralled.

Their minds all but gone,

Our suffering meant nothing to them.

Suffocated in disappointment,

It opened my eyes.

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Phantasm

Tugging on my heartstrings,

You could lead me to demise.

Though never more than a whisper,

Illusion of promise was enough.

Wake up, they said, wake up,

Walk away and forget.

Fading more with each step,

I mourn the loss of our built kingdom,

Inception of falsehood,

from one plane to another,

too real to distinguish.

Wake up, they said, wake up.

Memories torn faster than I can hold them,

whipping around my mind,

stinging without care,

cutting up my insides and stripping me bare.

Wake up, they said, wake up.

Ghostly requiems haunt me,

shivering down my spine,

balling tight in my throat and choking.

Wake up, they said wake up.

What’s left is unknown and unfamiliar,

lingering delusions of other worlds.

Wake up, they said,

Wake!

Up!

I open my eyes...

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The world keeps moving, spinning, moving and here am I frozen on my knees before it.

Begging for reprieve, both full and empty, the juxtaposition of life itself and yet I remain on my knees before it.

Time is passing, slowly passing, it is not yet time to move. Frozen, waiting, time is passing. Waiting on my knees for you.

Opportunity.

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My muse, the silver winged dragonfly.

See how he does flit from place to place dashing so swiftly, leaving naught but a ripple behind. Sometimes I do envy him.

The insect kingdom is vast and i wish I to see it as he does. Small winged creature, teach me how to fly and divulge with me your many secrets, for I will keep them.

Days pass and I fear his time is nearly at an end, movements once made so fast now turned sluggish. I watch as he lands, silvery wings still glistening even as life itself doth leave his tiny body.

Until we meet again sweet prince.

Until we meet again

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Blue

If I could capture the rolling saphire blues of the evening summer sky I would keep it in a bottle and store it on the shelves in my heart. That way, whenever you were feeling down I could open a bottle of blue and share the splendour to dry your eyes and warm your soul.

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Wound Up

Today it is all I can do to distract myself from the writhing coils within.

I am tightly wound. Pulled tighter than the string of a deadly crossbow.

I am thirsty and you are the mirage of water, tempting me in the desert of my own desire.

Your essence is a cup filled from the fountain of youth, nothing but a myth, your existence, …a mystery.

Dearest devil, if I weren’t so weak willed I would have banished you from my side years ago.

But as fate would have it, I am hungry for your kind and you can always sense it.

I am wound tighter than any music box or grandfather clock, time waiting to move through me.

It is a sick game we play, each awaiting the others next move.

I pretend I have no appetite for you and you idly flirt with danger, both predator and prey in one convenient package.

It sounds mad, even to me, but it is within these moments that my mind becomes numb and I am no longer sure of myself.

You tempt me as a morsel but if I were to take a bite of your sinful apple, it would turn to ashes in my mouth.

Then it would be you drinking me.

I am tightly wound, but letting go, am I the beast?

Or is my truth much deeper than surface labels?

I fear to lose but there are no winners when you choose to Dance with the devil.

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A Place of My Own

(Jun 22, 2010)

Setting the stage for new adventures,

I want my mind to fly far away from here,

I seek a friend and new directions,

maybe a laugh and several beers.

But what i want is my own opinion,

I want my journey to be my own,

what I lack is my PERSONAL problem,

You can't see how much I've grown.

It's not that i don't understand you,

In fact I have always known quite well,

It's just that you lived in another era,

and your advice can sometimes make me pale.

I know that you don't understand me,

but I've never given you the chance,

you see it's my friends that i confide in,

they always give me room to dance.

To you I'll always be your baby girl,

and you know I can never fault your love,

but I need some bigger shoes to fill,

You can't expect things then push and shove.

If I am so grown-up in your rosy eyes,

and have reached my adulthood,

then why won't you just let me learn,

I would have thought you'd understood.

This baby has to fly her coop,

your re-runs of advice have no place,

your views will not be my views,

I'll always be back, please don't give chase.

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Mortality

Will it end as it began?

These names of fate carved in sand.

The wind can so easily blow them away and I can feel it coming every time.

The sunshine slowly fades and my eyesight blurs as it all turns black around me.

Where does the light go?

The choking feeling follows as the shadows only grow higher, the only proof that the darkness ever came

are these words written in ink and bleeding through the paper

as they fade just as fast as they are written.

It's a race to the finish against an elaborate ruse that I pray I never figure out.

Laughter rings in my ears but the voices will never know that ignorance can be bliss.

And lo how I wish to follow their trails of sound and force the red rivers to flow.

A touch here, a push there and it would be like they never existed.

Every mark and scratch upon this marbled skin, a peaceful reminder of my own mortality.

How fragile I truly am in spite of all my strength and courage,

my bones will break and I too will eventually perish.

Just one sip of mortality from the devils cup can end it all.

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The thoughts that linger leave me stranded in a familiar sea of feelings. My raft, though flimsy, is buoyant still and carries me towards greener shores. I am fortunate today as the waves are gentle and constant. I make my journey easily. When finally, my feet touch golden sands, I walk, no prints left behind to mark my way. Followers are unbidden here. As the great ebb and flow of energy swirls above and crashes upon the beach, I stare upwards. Sparkling layers of light filter through glittering waters of salty sky. I wonder how it is I became so lost in such familiar territory. The mere thought should terrify me and yet I am fine. My feet are warmed by the sun, the breeze blows through me and I know that I am safe. Though there is naught for comfort by way of physical form, the knowledge of such encounters stays and collects in heavy tomes upon the many shelves. They tell exceptional stories of courage and adventure, love and lost lives, unfounded conversations between old friends and ghosting affections of what might have been. I can only seek to share with you by words of these wonders for it is a sacred place beyond the reach of any map and hidden to all but the creator. I am the origin and the key, each lungful of air breathes life into the many stories and mad creations that reside here. Without me these treasures are meaningless and will vanish with me when I perish from this world. My dust will cover the sky in black death, the seas will turn rough and your boat shall rock and tip you. Memories long gone will linger here and the weight of them shall weigh heavy on your heart. Haunted by my call, you know you must leave but something inside will bid you to stay. To wander here too long is dangerous, this is unfamiliar land to you and it is all too easy to become hopelessly lost in the company of what was. One wrong step could see you drowning in the sky. Strong and willful tones of empty promises will drift along the wind, wrap their stinging barbs around you and draw you closer to the hefty swells at your feet. It shall whisper to you ‘peace is down below, come, be at peace’ The false words will echo through your mind as step by step you inch closer. What cruelty of siren’s song that it should drag you to a watery grave and what a foolish being you are to listen to such a crafty tale. Even so you are mere mortal and cannot help but succumb to the evil tunes.

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The things that remind me of your existence are slowly wasting away. What shall then serve as a memory when they are gone? The physical melts away and leaves the immaterial in its place and that too will fade into nothingness. The only evidence of you ever having been here in the first place is to be but a shell of what was, a lingering ghost, a feeling. Nothing more. I doubt i could even bring myself to mourn for you.

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Ocean Maiden

The vast depths continued to claim her, though she walked so effortlessly across their salty waters.

Her screams still haunt me. Visions of her innocent body being sucked down into a watery grave flit through my unconcious mind.

A fate worse than death of which there was no escape. What cruelty of siren’s song that it should drag you down again and again. I wish i could take your place and be it’s victim but I am only a mere mortal.

Such terrors shall only plague me through the suffering of gods

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Do restless nights compare to restless hearts? It’s like comparing death to a hopeful romance. Though one is an end in itself, the other shall too in time end.

Nevernevermore

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