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Two Cloaked Figures

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their nimble hands, lest there be knives in their robes



How would we know they don’t possess knives but only scars?

Scars from their bondage and resistance, hollow trust enveloping like second nature

A path to choice they seek, to a free nowheresville and to life



Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their fiery spirits and eager appetites



I would know that they’d steal your hearts and make you want to fly

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Two lives inspiring hundreds, if only we would see

-The Creaky Writer

A Melancholy Ache

This small corner of the world

Giving me a chance to step into an another

That's all I've ever wanted

And yet this melancholy ache I feel

All these friends have moved on

And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff

Will the cliff be my flight or fall?

The questions keep me awake and fragile

And the expectations pull me into a slumber

Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going

Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked

How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?

I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else

But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment

In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer

A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse

I want to find out

She's Not Your Enemy

I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her

Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure

I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her

The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder

The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue

The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you

She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find

She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind

This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”

She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm

Meet Me In Every Universe

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning

Take my hand, stop me from drowning

You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time

I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme

I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread

That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid

Our silences have the loudest nostalgia

We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

The First Wave

I close my eyes and dream of a place

The island on the other side of the calamitous ocean

My raft held together with scions

Will it fall apart at the hit of its first wave in my indevotion?

I close my eyes and dream of a face

One that must lend me sails to set

Instead it hammers on the cracks

Will it heave me back from the first wave with the remorse I beget?

I close my eyes and dream of a heart

The antidote to my exhaustion and anguish

But the heart is broken and cuts cracks into mine

I try to make it to the first wave sans it before I perish

Winded Path

Walking down the winded path I am aware of the race I’m running, like a dog of its master's death My feet hoped to piroutte to the song of the ocean Now they trudge on rocks that do not bear my name

Speedsters pass by me, leaving me in dust I worry that I won't feel the pelagic melody again, then I go back to my ways I whelve away my poetic longing I'll hate myself for the disonnance and then rage at the world

Tell me not to go down that thought Then shove me further down that spiral I'll squander my youth dreaming of what could have been Then spend my last days resenting what was

This winded road has bartered me a mirage and for my passion Signposts mock my dull stride while I sigh at my nudnik troubles I'll squander my youth dreaming of what could have been Then spend my last days resenting what was

Haunted

Letters were addressed to my misery

They haunt me with the life I left behind

My hand answers the phone, my head races precocious warnings in a litany

The conversation rains spectacularly on my fledgling parade

I’m on an island shore whilst stormy seas await behind the veil

My brittle bones keep me tethered to the choice only I could forbade

The island is prophesied to a glorious sinkage

I send back a message in a bottle of my pretend indifference

My voice is too tired to lament while my heart screams in agony, one life for another to pillage

Incapacitating onism sits in my stomach

The storm is brewing and the center of it, my destiny

I’m haunted by the life I left behind

-The Creaky Writer

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A Subtrist Musing

I ruminate about my present when I hear that you’re back in our town

It takes me back to the cool summer nights

I listen to your tunes and feel the breeze

I read your words and feel the cold

I saw it in your eyes as you noticed the years pass by through the city

Now I’m oceans away and imagine all the alternate threads this pulled

One where we oscillate, one where I make your fears come true

One where you find a brighter glint, and one where we end up intertwined

While you stayed in the past

I try to reconcile what once was and what it is now

I won’t sing a letter in your name

It’s only an occasional wonderment

I could be looking at mosaic art from a window across the street

You could be driving into the sunset with your perfect composure

I will think of the cool summer nights all those years ago

And my heart sighs, “Did you ever find what you were looking for?”

I’m just a tool on one of your endless hooks. 

Hung to show that everything has a place

And as long as I stay in mine..

I can be loved.

S.Lilobell (Do not love outside of the lines.)

Let’s pretend there are words between us

Instead of this deafening silence. 

I'd rather parade around in masks

Than deal with the strangers that we are. 

Even if it's false hope that leads me, 

Even if the love we feel is expired, 

Just let me believe it to be true...

That in some other world we could have made it.

S.Lilobell (I’m scared we are catastrophic in every universe.)

La Fleur

“He loves me..

He loves me not..”

One by one the petals fall.

The flower becomes bare.

The answer’s apparent,

Though heartbreaking.

And the stem hits the ground

On the last

“He loves me not..”

-S.Lilobell (What does a flower know anyway?)

Your name has dripped from my pen more times than I can count.

In gorgeous, leather bound journals and on the back of used up receipts.

You are everywhere and yet no where at all…

This is what it means to be a memory.

-S.Lilobell (Things I would rather forget.)

Never mine.

You belong to the earth.

You will breath it in and out

And it will become part of you

For the rest of your existence.

And I will be there too

But you do not belong to me.

You belong to the scars

Deceptively scattered on your body.

The remnants of a war

You were forced into as a child.

I have those too,

But you do not belong to me.

You belong to your emotions.

The gut wrenching anger

Used to throw words like knives

Because you were taught hatred.

And I will be your target,

But you do not belong to me.

You belong to yourself.

Safe and sound behind walls

Built from your disassociation

Because control is easier than surrender.

And I will belong to you too,

….but you do not belong to me.

S.Lilobell (…And maybe you never will.)

I want to kiss you

Until all you can see

Is a land full of stars

And a sky full of galaxies.

-S.Lilobell (Only then will you know what I mean when I say “I love you.”)

“I am roaming in a lost world, hoping to find something that doesn’t exist.”

-S.Lilibell (I will look for you everywhere.)

To The Marrow

Despite this scorching water

There’s a chill that cuts straight to my bones.

Maybe I’m hollowed out

And that’s what brings this lucid coldness.

Just a ghost living in a lifeless corpse.

The only skeletons left are the ones in your closet

And I wonder if you think of me

When you dance with them.

-S.Lilobell (Or have you moved on to warmer bodies?)

Ocean eyes staring back at me and all of a sudden I feel the water in my lungs, drowning me in your “love”.

-S.Lilobell (These waves are pulling me under.)

“I don’t lose things, I lose people.”

-S.Lilobell (A seven word story.)

I take a breath

And there you are.

A whisper of TRUTH

And then you go.

What does it take

To keep a GALAXY

Like you?

-S.Lilobell (Looking to the stars in hopes of an answer.)

“Maybe she left because she’s used to everyone leaving her…

…And she saw it in your eyes too.”

-S.Lilobell (Blue looks like goodbye.)