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Sunday Morning Time by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Sunday Morning Time

A fuzzy outline and the blurred edges of a dream, Succumb to another seamlessly; the chimes outside the window, Softly fading to slow, surreal, Sunday morning time. Mellow, yellow sunbeams dancing along the floors, Illuminate the gentle beauty of a not-quite-baby boy, Nestled in my breast; I in your chest. Messy dark locks tumbled on the bed with my hand behind his head, And a face that merges yours and mine - sublime, divine. Precious seconds drift slowly by; God's gift to us, in Sunday morning time.

Insomnia VII by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Insomnia VII

Hiding under covers, we are children in the darkness, Making play-pretend with our stuffed bears and security blankets, Choosing out of chaos a universe That our stupid little minds can comprehend; That our shackled hearts can beat within; In which our souls don’t search too desperately, deeply, Or for too long for more, Lest the batteries in the flashlight run low; Lest our cotton stuffed stimulations and justifications and consolations dim. Lest fear seep in under the edges of the quilts; The nightmarish realization that we can see nothing That the puppet show shadows we perceive dancing on the covers Could be monsters as

Insomnia VI by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Insomnia VI

The hallucinations of exhaustion: Glued open Dry eyes. They combine with the odd reflections and refractions of incandescent lights That allow a few illuminating moments of sight in the infinite- or not?- Set of time To create bright demons on the one way windows Separating the light inside from the darkness without Phantoms that peer into the soul when the windows, eyes, Are finally closed. The interrogation is far too intense, And the components of a psyche lie broken and bruised Vulnerable in the light of clarity.

Nosebleeds. by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Nosebleeds.

A copious red waterfall, Down your pristine white shirt Coloring the world you worked so hard to make black and light. Terrifyingly real and astoundingly warm A part of yourself you never saw before Pours into porcelain in A rather familiar, rather perfect bathroom sink. You're bleeding- finally. The bi-tonal world that suited your fancies Is destroyed, in a paradigm of irony. Dark and light, black and white Are only shadows compared to red. Maybe The color will speak to you, Maybe You'll want to be human, finally.

The Sky is Falling by kissmythesaurus, literature

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The Sky is Falling

One otherwise uneventful morning, Words came out of your mouth. I couldn't actually hear them- Clouds rolled into the sky and into my mind with Deafening thunder and blinding lightning- But something ran around in my head screaming that the sky was falling. And so it was. Stars fell faster and faster In time and tune with my racing heartbeat. The sun imploded inside my chest. Rain fell from the sky and from my eyes, Puddles formed Only to act as mirrors Reflecting a face that failed to prevent the apocalypse. I slipped in a copious amount of water As the God of my universe flooded existence in wrath I did not understand And

Somewhere Between REM and 6 AM by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Somewhere Between REM and 6 AM

Half way between REM and 6 am, Part conscious thoughts invade my mind. Dreams of you- of warmth, of love, of security Consoling me. As if you were still there. Then, unexpectedly but predictably Interrupting my bittersweet half way sleep Comes a BEEP BEEP BEEP And reality calls. And my stomach crawls I vomit in memory of you. And the water falls In a halfway shower where potential echoes off porcelain walls. Blood scrawls endless spiral messages- A heart rate stalls, And half way sleep is more than half way fatal.

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The Cycle of Unrequited Escape by kissmythesaurus, literature

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The Cycle of Unrequited Escape

Hanging in a state of constant cessation, Restrained to the point that I can no longer see- How that I bleed is in any relation- To the "fulfilling" life that I lead. Perfect, successful, meaningless nothing, Draws shallow pride that I later regret, While always addicted in wishing for something; Futile attempts to make mem'ries forget. Lost in my desp'rate, unending deception, Caught in a trap of empty abyss- Somehow I manage to end all this nothing; Letting it swallow me- leaving naught left to miss.

Dispute of Conscience by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Dispute of Conscience

It's the demon on my left- Against the angel on my right; Will I turn towards the darkness, Or keep walking with the light? My addiction takes it's hold- It's knuckles turning white, But God's great grace and mercy Put up one hell of a fight. He breaks it's fingers one by one; Destroys it's deadly grasp, Whilst I cling tightly to His hand Reassuring me with it's clasp. For the moment we've won the war- Christ, His strength, and I, But we cannot know for sure Until the day I die.

Undone by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Undone

How is it that you, in all your unrelenting mercy, could ever believe that you were attracted to me? If you knew me you'd realize your heart's deception. And yet, when you look at me you read the depths of my intents, of every wave of indecision or surety that has ever broken against the shores of my spirit. How is it that when I look at you I am reminded incessantly of my childhood Jesus; the man who dried my tears and fostered my naive faith in the world, because he too longed for the innocent beauty of Eden? How is it that when you touch me the impossibly tangled ball of twine that is my heart unravels, the ends that have frayed from pai

Phantom No Longer by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Phantom No Longer

I was the phantom of His opera; His ballad of our race- My soul was still part covered, By Satan's chilled embrace. Staying shrouded in the darkness, My shame went unrevealed, My doubtful sinner's heart, Yet remained concealed. Until one day His light- A million watts of saving grace- Found it's way through darkness, And settled on my face. As the phantom of His opera I rose above my hiding place- Ripped off my mask of shadows, To show the world His grace. Turns out that when He touched me, He reached out and cleansed my soul- Washed away the sin's deformity- I was recreated whole.

Scholarly Misanthropy by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Scholarly Misanthropy

Susie prom queen strutting by, Bats her eyes like butterflies- Swinging hips- Pursing lips- - And the halls were empty Johnny jock makes a pass, Playing football; plays grab-ass, Every day he wears that mask- - And the halls were empty Jay and Bob smoke their pot- Forget their problems; all that they're not, Forgive the dreams that they once sought - And the halls were empty Sea of faces, all the same- Lost, devoid of sense or aim; But to hide shame; play petty games- - And they were empty

I Beg of You by kissmythesaurus, literature

Oh Adonai by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Oh Adonai

Tired and weary I run to you, Oh Adonai Sickened by my pride and Tortured by my selfishness I beg of you to make me less. Destroy my ego, wants, and shame All that fail to bear your name Make me empty but with you Jesus, Christ of all creation Indwell in me so each relation With another Will testify your truth to every other Full or empty; all the same. Let the light and life you give Radiate in the night- Lord, through me I pray you'll live.

Part of the Majesty by kissmythesaurus, literature

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Part of the Majesty

I want to be a grain of sand, Undistinguished from the rest, To slip through the cracks in Satan's hand, And find myself among the blessed. I want to be a small sea shell, Empty but with the Water's voice, Hold me to your ear and I will tell, You of a death defying choice. I want to be a blade of grass, Swaying in worship of the Wind, Deeply rooted despite the laughs, Of trees to be felled for the furnace of sin. I want to be a star at night, Burning in the darkness, Lost in the millions but nevertheless, A source of guiding light. I want to be one shimmer, On His crown of majesty, A child of the One that at the end of time,

Its All Relative by kissmythesaurus, literature

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'Schroedinger' by sukael, literature

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'Schroedinger'

The light echoes in roiling waves, whispering, shuddering, in twisting paths that have no definitive beginnings or ends in a place where all find total internal reflections and echo unto the thousandth generation, until there is observation, and waveforms collapse in void that does not seem to exist, binding around an unbroken lattice and so becoming real. But the content, and the observer, are at issue-- what is watched, and what watches, and watches the watchers and the watchers' watchers, for only the final in the chain determines what is observed, but when all disturbances settle and the chain resolves, the chain is not res

Street lights save lives by so-pretty-when-I-cry, literature

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Street lights save lives

it's been way, way too long since i've been here in your arms. And you say "i've seen, I've seen better days, but none so beautiful as you." that's what you used to say, god baby I miss you. It's been 3, 3 whole hours on this fucking road, and you keep c-c-c-calling, saying "please come home" and all these street signs they spell out your name. and all these street lights well they save, if it weren't for all the reds i'd keep going straight through I'd keep going 'till I found you. and I walk this line, I walk this line between love and hate and I know, we've made mistakes but you keep saying no regrets no regrets

Undisclosed by vkitty9, literature

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Undisclosed

Don't follow me 'round Please, don't weigh yourself down I guess I've destroyed too many on my way And I don't want your life to be the same Don't fool yourself; I can't be tamed Don't hurt yourself; I'm the one to blame You can only get so close before I'll push you away I'll cut your wings, so use them, before it's too late I'm a home wrecker, heart breaker, render of souls I'm the kind of person you can't truly know I'm an axe, an anchor, a fool…and a knife In contrast to your vibrant elixir of life I spread disease, start wars, defame others' names I approach love and courtesy like twisted board games Escape me, forget me, I

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kissmythesaurus

Jul 22, 2008

Stupid stupid stupid

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I am a really big motherfucking idiot.

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kissmythesaurus

Jul 12, 2008

Same-ness

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So today my mother spent a half an hour ranting at me about how handguns are evil and how they are only used to hurt people and how it is terrible that my dad owns one...and how I'm a terrible person for encouraging it by going to the shooting range to recreational-ly shoot it with him. The reality is that human beings are no more barbaric with a gun in their hands than not; that we are no less barbaric with religion in our "hearts" than not. Any thing, any idea, any means of control, can and will be used as a weapon by those who seek to use it as such. Handguns or knives or grenades do not create violence. Perhaps they enable it...but at l