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I courted Death
in a burnt out pub
with faulty lights and dirt-cheap drinks;
She had tarred fingers
which danced hypnotically
around her hazy smeared glass.
Word round town was that she had the
Kiss of death
and a tongue as sharp as a scythe,
it was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
I seduced Death
bought her a drink or two
and with rum burning my heart
I stroked her arm,
(coffin cold)
and licked my lips like a predator
(a lamb in wolf’s clothing)
and when she grinned back,
I realised which of us was really prey.
I danced with Death
in a dark alley,
in an abandoned warehouse,
a trashed motel room;
it was fast and heady and yet -
the night lasted a lifetime,
a constant navy blanket
over the landscape spinning by
outside the broken windows and above
as a vaulted ceiling hanging
over the crumbling brick walls
(it was carnal and primal but
the night could never last a lifetime)
I fell in love with Death
as dawn light spilled across the black canvas,
smearing her in yellow and pink.
I finally saw her clearly
and she was beautiful,
but she never came back for me -
however much I begged down the phone,
however much I drank and swore and cursed,
her kiss lingering faintly on my lips.
(and I’m still waiting for Death
so we can dance again
in a night that lasts a lifetime.)
in a burnt out pub
with faulty lights and dirt-cheap drinks;
She had tarred fingers
which danced hypnotically
around her hazy smeared glass.
Word round town was that she had the
Kiss of death
and a tongue as sharp as a scythe,
it was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
I seduced Death
bought her a drink or two
and with rum burning my heart
I stroked her arm,
(coffin cold)
and licked my lips like a predator
(a lamb in wolf’s clothing)
and when she grinned back,
I realised which of us was really prey.
I danced with Death
in a dark alley,
in an abandoned warehouse,
a trashed motel room;
it was fast and heady and yet -
the night lasted a lifetime,
a constant navy blanket
over the landscape spinning by
outside the broken windows and above
as a vaulted ceiling hanging
over the crumbling brick walls
(it was carnal and primal but
the night could never last a lifetime)
I fell in love with Death
as dawn light spilled across the black canvas,
smearing her in yellow and pink.
I finally saw her clearly
and she was beautiful,
but she never came back for me -
however much I begged down the phone,
however much I drank and swore and cursed,
her kiss lingering faintly on my lips.
(and I’m still waiting for Death
so we can dance again
in a night that lasts a lifetime.)
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Simple Girl Complicated Problems
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely
Literature
Some Broken People
Some broken people can hurt you without thought
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue m
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The Family Has Been Informed
Bullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my so
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(what if Death wasn't a hooded man ghosting in and out all while lugging around a huge scythe?)
Edit: Featured here a-wakefield.deviantart.com/jou…
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(what if Death wasn't a hooded man ghosting in and out all while lugging around a huge scythe?)
Edit: Featured here a-wakefield.deviantart.com/jou…
medoriko.deviantart.com/journa…
Redone 2018 here: comatose-comet-poetry.tumblr.c…
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This is the best piece I've ever read. You're amazing!