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let us not speak oflet us not speak of regrettable things let us not talk about how the heart murmurs secrets darkly as it sings while stronger hands shred it apartlet us not speak of
let us not picture the rivalry of hands or the miscarriage of words bleeding out between pauses when doubt stands at our door with a lead pipe, waiting
(just because an addiction doesn’t make you feel good anymore doesn’t mean you can just stop it. give it a shake but it still stays in frame in the scene.)
but let us not think about this. we don’t always scar sometimes we just bleed. &nb
by ~thecolorofsad
but my heartbut my heart didn’t come with an owner’s manual. words are like triggered airbags that will only break my neck, and if i sail through the windshield clear of the wreck i’d be lucky. something you can’t look away from no matter how hard you try. over the squeal of the brakes i thought i heard you say we’re going straight to hell for that hit-and-run. splayed out in the middle of the road, a stray ventricle, a bleeding intention. sirens in the distance, too late.but my heart
by ~thecolorofsad
the night has unyolked itselfthe night has unyolked itself. rising from a blanket of stars she takes up the plow and seeds the morning with the remnants of last night’s dreams.the night has unyolked itself
with the sharp blade of clarity she breaks up the surface of sleep awakening, unwinding measuring breath and footsteps that leave no footprints.
watering the day with rare but common-enough beauty, she elicits vibrant green shoots of organic love and creative spirit, cultivating peace like redwoods.
at dusk, there are saplings. they bend to the breeze of change, firmly ro
by ~thecolorofsad
you need to relax woman“you need to relax, woman” my sister’s fiance pressing down on my shoulders like trying to mold granite like trying to leave handprints in steel i shakily exhale smoke, laugh like a circus act.you need to relax woman
my father does not understand how to schedule vacation days, something he needs badly. he gets upset, voice rising to a whine like a leaf blower that has seen too much fall.
at dinner, my parents discuss my father’s failing body and withering intellect and i push my plate away, sudde
by ~thecolorofsad
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- Current Residence: Fair Lawn, New Jersey
- Interests: poetry, writing, books, coffee, more books
- Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Fight Club, Requiem for a Dream, Amelie, Waking Life
- Favourite band or musician: The Spill Canvas, Against Me!, Dashboard Confessional, The Receiving End of Sirens
- Favourite genre of music: Emo, Screamo, Punk, Ska, Hardcore, Indie
- Favourite poet or writer: Frank O'Hara
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: The Sims
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2
- Personal Quote: i fell in love with an empty place. [the receiving end of sirens]
- Tools of the Trade: Pens and notebooks, online journals
- Website: http://thecolorofsad.wordpress.com
- Email: thecolorofsad@yahoo.com
- AIM: percolatingdream
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