Dimmered smiles of a child's chuckle
catches the protruding tears we mask;
enveloped hands and whispered pupils
sing within the decoys of broken misfit dreams,
the walls seeping in minuscule particles.
Watching as the world unravels,
denying the help as scars sear;
sheltering the keys that paint the life
of one who died to make others aware,
the secrets released, decimating dreams in their wake
Pastured smiles the incomplete lie;
Bitter sweetness of a coiffed screams
picks ups the highs of masks and hide outs,
where we break away the up-built walls,
whispered tear drops of knuckled blood again.
Empathy in place; feeling everything
wondering when the lies are going to end,
picking up the pieces as the mask disintegrates
moving the wall to one side as it falters,
taking the time to catch every tear as it falls.
Yet subtle footsteps are lost in mud,
painted canvases that are bleached blank;
tiny folds of outstretched palms stolen
from within the mist of our own storm.
blind from the thorns we pierce on our skin
Once again removing the thorns;
one by one, cleansing the wounds they leave
saving the now broken palms from danger
releasing evermore the secrets held within
trying more, actions taking place of words.
Dedications of turning wheels and drugs;
murmurs of drummers and the stories begun
where isolation is company and voices cold.
sat side by the wings of razor butterflies
the warmth is brittle upon the marrow of our skin.
Saving our skin from the depths of subconscious
chilling the brittle warmth, finally seeing the end;
yet no matter how far in the tunnel,
You're always as far in as you are out
Rescuing the light that lurks at the end.
For the petals blooms the ones we avoid,
the friendship we sometimes ignore;
but close the blinds to the unsighted eyes
and know that as long as stabbing winds chill
my life is connected to the soul of your pain.
clenching hold of that which is dear
knowing that the loss of ones will;
determines the depth that the kisses go
staying around to rescue the one that rescues
saving our souls from the depths of ourselves.




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