Failure

The taste of copper thick in your mouth, a heart breaking beat by beat. The pieces will fly into your ribcage and pierce the body surrounding it. And just like that the pain spreads. Without a warning your soul is silently taken from you. Watch it as it is eaten before your very eyes. The soul-juices drip down the dark chin, drip onto the floor and create a sticky puddle. Your soul was fruity and refreshing. If you had a heart anymore it would be racing. If you had a soul anymore it would be breaking. Your knees feel weak and you want to collaspe but something within creates determination to make you stand firm like an ancient ruin. Probably shear stupidity, some type of dumb hope that whispers sugary sweet mockeries in your ear. You have a mushy brain, you have a weak control. You endure, turning bronze and holding a staunch pose, just to survive. The greatest hail cannot move you, nor the most gentile rain soothe you. You are just hollow and cold now.

Needing something a little more soul-restoring today. It's been a weird day.

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The heat

It must be the heat or something, because only when it's this sticky-sweet sort of hot do you ache for me. You'll be as cold as the winter to me any other day. But there must be some kind of intrinsic intoxication to sweaty skin and exposed bodies. I'm just trying to escape the heat and your hot breath on me is only making it worse. Panting like a dog, you beg on all fours. Your pathetic tongue drooling out of your mouth, a puddle of your own disgrace gathering at my feet. Sugary-sweet words spew out of you. You are mistaken when you think telling me I'm beautiful will change anything. Yesterday I was the paper you used to wipe your ass. Today, I'm still toilet paper, but I grew some spikes.

White walls

Plastered on the wall, just to break the loud scream of the color white,
is a tiny poster of Che.
His face is made out of "Words that do not match deeds are unimportant."
It's supposed to be ironic.
Your coldness drips into my room, chilly water sapping warmth.
Let it overwhelm me, or leave.
Those are the options I have to count on.
I choose to leave.
Pride could be an issue, but so could broken hearts.
The pieces crunch beneath your feet as you move over me.
No, that wasn't my heart, it was my soul.
Before the white washes over me,
and all the color that once brought life is gone,
I leave you to your own undoing.

Remember, you are free.

Only once a year can one drive late a night and see the sky on fire.
I've often wondered what it would be like to take a plane on this night and fly over the celebrations,
see the explosions rocketing up and illuminating a once overcast place.
I would hope that you could see the faces in the dark light up,
see them laughing, kissing, dancing.
But it is only on this night that this can happen without fear.
Only on this night do we feel some sort of undeniable invincibility,
Only on this night do we remember we are free.

Henna and Chipotle

When I was born, there was slight ringing in my eyes.
It sounded as though a bell was being rung, a bell whose toll moved through all the air currents.
And I had to crawl out of the ground to breathe fresh air again.
I came out of the hot earth and filled my lungs with the cool crisp air of the expanding world.
Mist draped itself over me, and like a welcomed friend embraced the whole of me.
The ringing still bothered me, but suddenly I didn't notice.
I felt like some kind of creature, clawing on all fours, hoping to find some shelter.
It was under a large willow that I came to find my home,
Together, the branches and I and created life. They protected me from rain, heat, wind.
I learned each leave's name and all of them were close to my heart.
It is with my friends I felt connected to some greater power.
It shook within me, an anxious and sticky electricity aching to break free.
I would soon know to call this LOVE.
I knew nothing of fear just yet. And it was pure bliss.
Some would say that the day they were born was the most fearful they have ever experienced.
I say quite the opposite, I say this was the day I realized I was alive, it was wonderful.