Forge

  

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Weakened linguistics
gently laid 
upon the waiting
Blank 
raging metal.

Intelligence 
Pulverized by
Weighted decisions
Heavy with burden.

Pain is a hammer in
Wanting hands 
Poetically shaping 
Malleable happiness.

Molten thoughts boil,
Screaming
through aquatic 
Rebirth
as…
words
Reforge
to perfection.

© R.Marrs~2014.

 

Love Transfusion

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She looks in the mirror and hates the thing she sees.

Her beautiful body, looked upon as if diseased.

False images of beauty flood her senses until her eyes drip with daydreams.

So she starves that thing until it and,
her love
dies.

He runs until it burns to breath.

The chase day in – day out, no reprieve.

They hunt him with hateful noise.

Whispers traveled “he likes to kiss boys”.

He keeps his truth hidden so deep inside,

That it dies with his love
smothered with lies.

She wants them to see her brain
Not the body its in.

The words slither from a devilish grin.

“Just show a little skin”.

Her hopes crushed.

Broken she bleeds potential, as her love dies.

Love should not tell us were fat.

It doesn’t care if your white or black.

Love is not male or female.

Love should not prevent, it should prevail.

When it dies… we die.

Even those of us that hate everything,
Love something.
So… love something.
Love anything.
Just give…
So love can live.

© R.Marrs~2014.

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.

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.