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 Jan 2015 Shadow Paradox
axr
give me
 Jan 2015 Shadow Paradox
axr
give me all your empty kisses
give me all your broken dreams
tell me about the man who misses
the sun's beams

give me all your nightmares
and i will shut them out
we will look at the sun flares
whilst calling everyone out

give me all your insecurities
and I'll tell you that they're gold
life ain't about impurities
so how many lies have you told?

give me all your weapons
and I'll hide them away.
talk about my demons?
they're here to stay.

give me all your empty kisses
and your lies
i stole your knife to sharpen
it and
stab you twice.
Clarity, they assume
And obscurity all mine.
No need to listen to poets!
But if you ignore poetry,
You lose all your senses,
Even while they call you 'living'.
My poem #2  2015-01-21
 Jan 2015 Shadow Paradox
AM
I am the thinnest slice of pizza
A warm beer
A scratched DVD
A lukewarm shower

A last resort

I'm what one settles for when all other options have been exhausted
And what is disposed of the moment something better presents itself
Would it be poetetic to take this blade across my wrist
The silver kissing at my arteries

Would it be romantic
To die because of love
Possessive hands choking me.

Would it be beautiful
To breath my last breath
Leaving behind all those who care.

Or would it be tragic to abondon this world before my time.
Mother and father crying over me.
some have skins like the bark of a tree, with names of each lover that has passed engraved in them.
some have hands like the branches of a tree, with veins showing on every little scrawny finger.
some have shoulders like the leaves of a tree, with emerald canopies that shelter souls from a thunderstorm.
some have feet like the roots of a tree, chained to the ground with their heads in the cloud.
written some time back.
You have time and I have ink.
We both, use each other
until we completely run out,
then somebody throws us away,
and on the same day
the next one is made
to fulfill the purpose.
You think you are so unique.
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