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A run-in with RageThere’s an anger bubbling beneath my skin like a feverA run-in with Rage by synchrogrl4295
and a stream of infected words threatens to
but this poison in my mouth is held behind teeth clenched as tight as my fists
because even though this is only way I know how to protect myself,
I don’t want to hurt you.
InterventionEvery corner is swept clear, bathedIntervention by jade-pandora
in new light cutting through the air
with her purpose, as heavy drapes come down.
As a labor of love, she holds a candle
against the darkness, casting its long shadows
from his burdened soul.
The old waste, leaning walls are torn down.
She renovates each space with broad strokes
of her sunny beams.
To prepare the heart with compassion and grace;
a work of art takes form, where once was
an empty place, a fine house is open to receive.
Unwavering, the truth guides him to the edge,
pushing with divine intention, she will
catch him as he falls, to welcome him home.
The world is yoursThough I stand against it; defiant to the whole world as it attempts to pull me to the ground, not succumbing to the encumbrance of all the sky above me resting on my shoulders, a weight like the Sun as if it were feeding life directly into me through light like a snake feeds by giving venom before it eats, I continued to walk on, but when you laid your breath upon me; I crumbled to my knees as surely as the most grand mountains are grind back into the Earth.The world is yours by Asylums-Impulse
My eyes have seen more than my mind would ever care to remember; seen more shades of colour than my mind would care to have me perceive. Night would see fit that I never see beyond the darkness again, so why do these stars decide to shine ever brighter. Why does the world continue to spin and give me yet another day to see. When I could be numb and void of pain, why do you give me smiles with which to notice the shadows behind it.
As surely as I knew the world, it quickly became something I had never seen. The world I had once kno
A Hot BreathAnd in this summer I hath a broiling thought where I sat to ponder, ever trying to forget yet not wanting to. MovingA Hot Breath by Asylums-Impulse
forward into the future I want it stop but I cannot speak, tears in my eyes no voice comes out confided in myself
thoughts echo in my head until confusion brings me physically to my knees,
love I am at your mercy.
Where will you push me, happen chance has decided half my life and my quiet lips the other. I saw a moment in
which to speak but words met your ears and echo'd in your head no voice came out and again I fell to my knees,
love I am still at your mercy.
Having in me these words I know they do not fall upon deaf ears. But for when my faltered heart yet makes me yearn
forwards my heads moves me back farther than I was. I never had what there was to lose yet the thought of having
my heart in your hands left me breathless, I would have held my breath to feel your heart beating,
love I have always been at your mercy.
I know there is love in death for I have held my br
WindedInhale that air cold and sharp as it curls the noseWinded by Asylums-Impulse
and know that in that moment in this sensation
every breath you've taken and let go,
the sheer feeling of your existence realized
in the simple brushing of your nose on brisk wind
as trees lament in their shaken stature still grand,
while birds literally defy the gravity of the entire
Earth beneath them to kiss skies yet higher as they soar,
every beat of every wing and every fell of every leaf,
every tornado and cloud swept across the worlds canvas
baked air swayed and radiating pure energy,
flags of countless countries flown over blood and corpse,
sails sewing continents across waves bellowed,
every breath you've taken and let go,
led to this moment.
To the words I say to you,
and the words you say to me,
floodflashrumblingfloodflash by photosynthetichuman
howls for us
you sank fast
i am sorry
i could not
and it drowns
VoicesDisjointed doppler from my mind,Voices by jade-pandora
swirling vid clips behind eyes seeking
to connect with fatherless sounds long ago;
are any of them mine, or orphaned dreams.
The haunting cacophony of voices I hear
from all directions, like thunder
calling my name; endless rain
touching my soul as it starts to unfold,
seeing no peace
for as long as it needs to be told:
Put out your cigarette.
Get out of the car!
Please, get off me.
I can't breathe... I can't breathe...
They were so nice to me.
I almost changed my mind.
We forgive him.
GUNS“Gunssss”; a single syllable dramatically lengthened andGUNS by jimfleming
reverently articulated by Charlton Heston
The first word intoned by the keynote speaker
National Rifle Association convention, Denver
Only ten days after the massacre at nearby Columbine
Charlton was always a great ham
An over-actor's over-actor
He did not disappoint the crowd of faithful
He was a trooper and “the show must go on”
The NRA show did go on, though abbreviated
Only one day instead of three.
Two days of gun show cancelled
Ten days after the massacre
“Gunssss” It was as if God himself was speaking the word.
“Gunssss”, said as prayer…
Adam Lanza was seven years old when Charlton prayed in Denver
The age of the children he later murdered
Did Adam Lanza pray?
Did his 12-gauge semiautomatic shotgun answer his prayer?
His Bushmaster point 223-caliber semiautomatic rifle?
His Glock 10 mm or his Sig Sauer 9mm semiautomatics?
Did they speak TO him
Action and Reaction Secrets are rarely kept between two people. If you have a secret, it's best to tell no one.Action and Reaction by xlntwtch
I told someone, so mine was no longer a secret, it was just low-key information we tried to keep quiet.
I was easily embarrassed, and wished it hadn't happened in front of him, my new husband. Our bed was a futon, with walls on two sides and a dresser at the foot. I got up early and opened the drawer where my clothes were, and something leapt out at me. I ran for the door to the other room. My husband was laughing so hard when I returned, I wanted to pour cold water on him.
He said, "You and that mouse was both runnin neck and neck for the door. Funniest thing I ever seen!"
"It was awful. Please don't tell anyone. Keep it secret. Promise?"
"Okay, I promise. It's still the funniest thing I ever seen!"
"What's a mouse doing in the dresser anyway?"
"Makin a nest, probly," he said. "Look.
FridaHer name tag told me she was FridaFrida by jimfleming
Exceptionally gorgeous, even by Miami standards
Shimmering black hair, pulled back loosely
Eyes clear and chocolate brown
Glowing skin of a twenty something Latina
Polished Professional Polite
Not Geisha polite
A more sincere deference
Checking out of the Hilton
Frida asked sweetly, “Do you want help with your luggage?”
Jokingly I told her, no thanks, I just look old…
She smiled and said, “…but you’re rockin’ the beard…”
Like poetry, funny the effect a few words can have
Picture an Entire LifeThe space in my abdomen sank rapidlyPicture an Entire Life by Asylums-Impulse
In a single instant
Upon observing a single image
An immaculate amount of time
Condensed into a single second
Impacted me in my stomach
And stole the air from my lungs
In a single instant
I understood emotion
In a single instant
I understood a thousand words
But I would not be able to describe it
It was everything and nothing
But even if I were to close my eyes
I know it would still be there
Because I still can't breathe.