Long-Distance Good-Byes

Like guns these words fight for peace.
What am I to you?
A fallen soldier in the mud
A broken promise for a better future.

Turning wheels, twisting bones.
Can you smell it?
Thick scent of photos ignored
behind covers of dusty books
will you dare to use your hands to

open pages of happy masks
that will never tire of helping you
smile away in late-night drinks
engulfed by classical music
and pompous smoke.

You dwell on these photos
especially those of me, for
they remind you
of the puppet I used to be.



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An Idealist Perspective

It all begins when my mind's freedom
ties me to a chair, making every
hair rise up to fight.

Horrid anticipation.

The first few furious times
do not hurt, I
bite all pain into my tongue as you
force me to be a spectator

of my own downfall.

My face stays still.
While skin that has not seen
light
gives way to much darker things.
For now.

Eventually I fall victim to the ill
you instill in me with each consecutive blow
until even your lack of breath
feels like razor blades in my eyes.

You're a shame for all living things.

Let me give you some advice, you
should strike where wounds can be hidden.

No one will know.
"This stays between us"
and you grab hold of a blade.

You grin at me, while slowly
yet passionately driving it
between my ribs.

With each millimeter
your smile grows wider
your eyes grow brighter.

You humor me. Supposedly you speak
the truth and nothing but the truth,
yet you have given me a scapegoat.

Oh, dear mirror.
How I love you.



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A Whiplash of Punishment

Bizarre chants and scents, blindfolded
by fire in my eyes.

Is this the way you make me believe
in your fable convictions?

At my own peril I dug out beds for wilted flowers.
"Let them sleep!" you said.
So I obeyed your wishes, I
took them to sleep.

Who do you really hold accountable for this?

I must have worked too shallow here and there,
blooming seeds mock us in red moonlight
as I hear you chanting away
faith you used to have.

Go away and prove your innocence to someone else,
I need not know about your mundane excuses.
My judgment has struck you
like an ax felling a tree.

You have no roots.
Nothing to be put to sleep.



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You're Only Young Once

You disgust me.
You pride yourself with visions implanted by escapes.
Escapes from that excuse you call life, you
make me watch over and over again

as drops of white take you to oblivion.

Don't you see? It comes at a price
not worth paying. You waste yourself in fantasies
of places where you forget
about your self-pity.

Upon your return all you long for is to go back
to where a few breaths took you
for just half an hour.

Do you really hate yourself that much?
Do you need to escape from yourself,
because I'm not the only one disgusted
by your reflection? What is left?

Just know, eventually I will stop watching.
I will turn away. I'll leave you to sink
in your own pile of excuses and attempts
to justify the way you live your life.

I've lost all respect
but this time
I won't ever come back.



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