Eye contact

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You ask me to look at you
But…
All I feel are your hands, electrified bright blue.
My skin conducting the attraction of your high voltage touch.
Our pain intertwined…
Innocence buried under crumbling Sand Castles,
waiting to be exposed.
You ask me to look at you
But…
The vultures circling this rotting love
have already dined on my eyes.
The truth is…
I’ve never needed them, 
to see you.

 ©R.Marrs~2014.

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Red Water

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 She called with a foreign tongue, check the phone.
Right number. Butterfly wings painting my insides.

Her Death dialect spoke of good days gone. long goodbyes 
Sticky like first kisses deep chocolate.

I come for her with wings aflame. Last time I was 
too late, when you swallowed the pill bottles contents hoping
you would sleep forever.

I was so upset… when I saw  your eyes roll back, and I realized

you didn’t leave me any… so we could dream together 

Not this time. Shaking hands searching for keys, before kicking the front door
Splinters airborne wooden rain

The horror of silence. the unknown so free so blank.
My chest exhaling locomotive puffs of fear.

Bathroom door knocking, screaming, breaking.
Red water.
My heart knocking, screaming, breaking.

  ©R.Marrs~2014.

Weightless

 

soulsPhoto is the property of *Henrik Uldalen @henrikaau

The wind Carries us.
Passengers cradled
In invisible hands.

Specks scattered
Adrift
This sea
Of
Chaotic time space.

We journey
arrogantly against the currents
our souls whispering
Stay with me…

we defy death
In open air…
As the sky exhales silken backdrops.

Our passion born,
within the shapeless wombs of black dreams.

We navigate turbulent mind states
Fighting to stay afloat.

Through our faith in eachother
we remain buoyant.
Weightless…

©R.Marrs~2014.

Roar

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Majestic strides fall Silent within
Fashioned iron rods,
Growing from concrete.
Quelling
Once
wild hearts.
Stolen stars plucked from their
crowns…
In exchange for false kingdoms.
Human usurpers,
who fancy themselves kings.
Rubbing rotund bellies
Wiping dollar signs
from the corners
Of their mouths.
Extracting profit from life,
while
Broken
Beast…
Dream of freedom.

© R.Marrs~2014.

Fire Catcher

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She burned her hands
Trying to cage fire.
Lessons of the heart
marked by scars of 
Trial and error.
Trying to capture its,
alluring…
yet
illusory warmth
suspended,
Just out of reach.
Still… she fights 
With shield and sword
Like lock and key,
She needs this…
For through
This
Pain…
She finds pleasure.

R.Marrs~2014.

 

 

©R.Marrs~2014.

 

Brave

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I have watched seasons change
In your eyes.
They glint like honey coated jewels,
within the ever changing hues.
I see you inside my smile.
Living medicine, my remedy in human form.
My attention is yours.
I know you.
Yet…
I discover new ways to,
adore you.
You have faced my demons head on.
So brave…
When all I feel is broken,
you resurrect my will.
Cloaked in my darkness
Unafraid
you take the hand of a
Monster…
For your fearlessness 
I love you.

 © R.Marrs~2014.

Candy Man

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Those sweet lies…
I savor the remains of the sticky confection
on my lips.
My saliva retracts each blissful moment.
My ravenous hunger unsatisfied.
Foolishly I engorge every morsel.
Never knowing the sugary circumference 
Is but a disguise.
Hiding the sour truth.
Inedible realities covered in sweet indulgence. 
Carefully packaged as …”hard facts”.
Supply and demand is absurd 
If…
You’re another hapless member of the herd,
Over fed and led to slaughter.
But…
Who will you believe?
Who can you?
We are all like the candy man,
Packaging and selling our own truths
and opinions.
While the masses get fat
On lies and facts.

  © R.Marrs~2014.

Chameleon

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Grey skies fall against jubilant sunsets.
Your face fading in its dying light.
Only because I remember 
The old you.
This updated version wears a strangers mask.
Your new skin flecked in shifting chromaticity.
You change before my eyes.
You adorn beautiful camouflage, hiding in plain sight.
Under my radar you slip away.
Tucked cleverly out of view, 
Only because I remember 
The old you.

 ©R.Marrs~2014

Pry

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Cold metal warms as it enters.
Flesh unzips under its stark incision.
They gather to explore with hidden fingers.
Crude tools wait patiently for stained hands.
They indulge in my pain with wicked smiles
Prying eyes feasting on my interior.
Curiously they gaze, hoping to find my origin in the flayed tissue.
They invade my broken chassis searching for weakness.
Bent brows punctuate confusion, as my complex framework dilutes their expectations.
So many devices at their disposal for this, morbid deconstruction.
They overlooked the simplicity of one.
It cannot be said any clearer.
It can only be found…
in the cold hard truth of the mirror.

©R. Marrs~2014