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September 16, 2013
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somewhere before stressing away
my baby fat, i read that five ways
to kill a man included leaving
him somewhere in the clutches
of the twentieth century without
a home to nurse
his tachycardia back
to health,
but they never mentioned
that grief doesn't always catalyze
annihilation in the hands
of your own desolate storms.

somewhere before whispering away
my horrible taste in music, i heard
that it's always too soon for the end
to be near because hope
is a once-in-a-lifetime dream
you have on the poker-night of a blue moon,
oscillating between the acrimony
of the high tide and the blues
of the low
but it never said anything
about a sunrise meaning forever;
it never did, it never did.

somewhere before writing away the rawness
of a shallow cut in my bilayers, i memorized
'if' written by the withered hands of
kipling. i memorized the four-stanza'ed
sentence and hoped i'd never have to whisper
it to the broken ears of a departed
but that's where you lost
your headstart to the metronome.
it hic-hic-hiccupped its way
to the finish line till
we were all strangers and the sky
bruised its way into morning.

somewhere before you crept into my ears
because of an accidental click about
two years ago, i forgot that five ways
to kill a man included gracing him with a kiss
translated to French and ingenuity
so expertly: letting him caress
the lies woven into an asymmetrical mismatch
but never mentioning a word
about the stuttering nightlight
in the street he has to go back to
when the day smiles or the nameless
he'll never know who don't
for the storms to fade into
one of the thousand cadences he
left unfinished.
for john.
i've written because of him but never about him.


references: Witness' songs.
If by Rudyard Kipling
Five Ways to Kill a Man by Edwin Brock.

i hate the ending but i needed to write something. the ending originally ended with 'he'. i know. what an 'an imperial affliction' thing to do.
thoughts are always welcome.
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savedbythespell Jan 28, 2014  Student Writer
thank you so much <3
flummo Dec 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"what an 'an imperial affliction' thing to do." :giggle:

I've been watching you for awhile but I haven't been keeping up but now that I'm catching up, this does it for me: you're one of my favorite writers on dA now holy shit this is something you are something.
hehe what a hypothetically wonderful writer van Houten was :meow:

:blushes: gaaah, I don't know what to say, except thank you infinitely. :heart:
flummo Jan 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you :heart:
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thank you! :heart:
I have hesitated writing a comment on this. I have read it over and over and have pasted it into my collection of your poems.  Always my words fail me, fail to properly recognize the talent in your voice: your use of imagery, of figurative language - your use of nouns for verbs that scream newness and energy. "the sky bruised its way into morning."  Wow.  I cannot say enough. I fear to say too little. I am stumped where to start. So I will end. "...a cadence left unfinished."
gosh, your encouragement has gone a long way, really. thank you so, so much :heart:
Reading this, I felt like I was swimming through a very bittersweet dream. I love it. My favorite part is: 
"but that's where you lost
your headstart to the metronome.
it hic-hic-hiccupped its way 
to the finish line till 
we were all strangers and the sky 
bruised its way into morning."
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