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A pulsing, pressured pain in my chest,
but I keep silent.
My stomach, pushing bile into my throat,
acid burning me from the inside.
My hands are slick with salty anxiety,
yet I am cold as a late-night escort in the snow,
fishnetted toes frostbitten at midnight.
Laying in my concrete fortress,
crippled by agony personified.
He lays dying before me,
suffered for too long,
bloody from his own struggles,
stiff and dried from my emitted cold.
I clutch him
while preyed upon by my own thoughts,
violent as vultures,
I know silence has killed us.
but I keep silent.
My stomach, pushing bile into my throat,
acid burning me from the inside.
My hands are slick with salty anxiety,
yet I am cold as a late-night escort in the snow,
fishnetted toes frostbitten at midnight.
Laying in my concrete fortress,
crippled by agony personified.
He lays dying before me,
suffered for too long,
bloody from his own struggles,
stiff and dried from my emitted cold.
I clutch him
while preyed upon by my own thoughts,
violent as vultures,
I know silence has killed us.
Literature
Definition of us .
It's midnight and I feel another day snatching you away.
Are you away because that's a way of trying to forget me?
Well darling, hate to rain on your parade but
you never were good at getting me. What for?
We both know my lips are those of rose-like odor and bloodthirsty thorns.
How will you erase the marks I left?
How can you forget my perfume in your dreams?
And we both know you're in for the thrill.
But she doesn't.
You don't even know what a crush is.
The closest you got was a crash - our bodies,
creating an illusion of feelings.
Because you don't even know the definition of Love.
Then again, neither do I, for I have yet to
Literature
Nightmares
Oh…
There you are.
I didn't see you through all this smoke at first
Is it smoke or just dust?
I can't really tell.
It's so dry here.
And loud
I didn't notice that until now
There's shouting
And sharp, piercing cracks
Your back's pressed against a wall
The building it belongs to is gutted and empty
There are pockmarks in that wall
They spiral crazily just above your head
Is that a rifle?
You check the magazine,
Ram it home again
Guess it must be
I never really thought those hands would ever hold a gun
It's kind of jarring to see.
Look around the wall at the same time
There are more people with guns
They want to hurt
Literature
Almost
I almost cried today.
I almost felt that familiar pang of loneliness and
It almost seized control of my heart again.
It almost threw me back into that darkness,
That abyss of nothingness
I have become acquainted with on several occasions.
I almost fell to my knees today.
I almost needed to feel the comfort of touch
So I almost crossed my arms over my middle and held myself.
I almost laid my face into the space between my knees
Screaming and sobbing;
I almost released every emotion I ever had
Emitting a geyser of regret, fouled by desperation.
I almost rolled my body onto my cold hardwood floor.
I almost placed my hand upon the b
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A complete revision of the first poem I ever posted on this site. I'm currently revising (probably) all of the poems that I've ever posted here. It has been almost 6 years since I posted the original poem, so it's great to see how I've improved with the craft over time rather than just posting the word vomit that I used to.
You can follow my future revisions and future updates here at my blog: jakespoetryrevised.blogspot.co…
You can follow my future revisions and future updates here at my blog: jakespoetryrevised.blogspot.co…
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