Collage

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I know 
You are breaking.
Like a fool
I catch 
The jagged 
falling pieces.

My
Bloodied hands
saving 
Every shard…
Secretly
Hoping 
to 
Put you back 
Together.

Shattered
I re-build you
From memory. 
Through my 
Words 
You 
Still exist…

The need
To see your face
Just,
One more time…
Is the reason
I sit here destroying
blank pages.

Trying 
Desperately 
To
Reassemble 
your
living, 
puzzle pieces.

©R.Marrs~2014.

Missing Link

hole-in-the-wall

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I saw the future…
It was raining blood
My feet are still wet.
I retrace red foot prints
Back to the wall
I stepped out from.

I watched
Purple skies burn
While fiery fingers
Fucked the clouds
Until
Orgasmic lightning
Effloresced
Through the atmosphere.

I inhaled
Weighted breaths,
The heavy air sits
Like metal in my lungs.
bystanders
Watch from
Custom made fish bowls
Placing bets on my
Existence.

There is nothing green…
The landscape
is a stranger
Draped
In stainless steel,
Feasting
On the remnants of humanity.

Flying lights
Pretend to be
Birds…
Their songs
Replaced with
Mechanical clicks
As the new skyline hums
With information.

I saw the future…
But…
We were not there.

©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.