go

I'll know when I get there
I am half sung
healthy as the bull run
he is unzipped
I make a list
of who he'll never be
rain comes late
I throw the clock away

Return to convention
I want my routine
not to involve you
she is green eyes
grace with age
rearranging furniture
washing flannel sheets and blue jeans
curving to your S
oh, the things
you'd write while she was asleep
now I've only books to read

There is no chart nor map to which I go
But I was never good at reading them anyway.
All exeunt the stage and I finding myself leaving the left
I was never one for right and now acta est fabula.
No sense in making enemies now; repentence is but an act.
Commendation, a loss of control, relegating has never been my strong point
But in the final hours, minutes, moments I find myself at last
Without a choice and callous.
I know I am going to that which is unknown and could not exist at all
But the glimmer of an eternity with -
I go where he is.
If it is an everlasting journey to his place, I shall walk the millions.
I was the king of all they let me have and more and I do not regret a single conquest.
Please put the light out; I am giving up the ghost.
Tell them I had the best of the worst and everything happiness hoped for.
Tell them I wish I could go out as a Giles Corey but I haven't the strength.
Such bravery I wish I was good for, but I could only try to do right.
I am reliquinshing and I know after all these words one is thinking, forswear it soon!
But I take my time as it is not your end but mine and I shall do as I please
I hope to go in the best way and never to return; I am through with this as it stands.
Please now, draw the curtains so I may sleep. I can now cross the Shifting Sands
and turn the hourglass on its head.
Operor vos non votum vos erant ut felicis?

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first impressions are cheap auditions
situations are long goodbyes

A Fancy-Dress Ball in Dante's Hell*
In her tender tinder box she needs to be adored,
In her tender tinder box she lays straight as a board.
She may be metaphysical but she lacks the wherewithal,
She never learned her lesson; pride goeth before a fall.
The severance from the soul clearly indicates demise,
Her thoughts to take it with her will soon prove unwise.
Dressing: petticoats, hoopskirts; the order still remains,
She hooks, straps, and laces as life from her body drains.
Gray-milk hands slip into lavendar gloves; skin that never blushes,
Surveying perfect tresses, two strands away she brushes.
Adding rings and baubles, gold necklace dipped in God,
Agaist her sullen sour skin the union strikes as odd.
Stepping into a dreary black-draped carriage,
The tired mares' steps fall into perfect marriage.
As she steps out they know with just one look
The unfortunate road that she took.
She's so gussied up that you can tell
Tonight's a fancy-dress ball in Dante's Hell.

*This phrase, A Fancy-Dress Ball in Dante's Hell, comes from Her Name, Titanic by Dr. Charles Pellegrino, which inspired the poem.




Tarry
The death of the night owl
Left my bedchamber cold and silent
And I, in my abandoned state
Cannot bare to go it alone
The lore added sickness in volume and heartbreak
As the voices grew louder
And moved over the vineyard instead of through
They tell me you've fallen in the field
Blood stained grass your only stone
But I cannot lie in my silent stricken chamber
Disbelieving your life
The truth to me is your boot on the trodden soil
The muddy footprints on the road
I must lie here with every fiber seething, knowing full well
That you are traversing the hills in search of me.

One day, digging in the cropless field
Hands full of dirt, absent of nourishment
Your form trudging towards me, stumbling with fatigue

Never was the sky so heavy on our heads
Never did the grass so hinder my feet
The rain began but knew
And so left us to our own devices
Humid air with the force of water rushing
Trying to slow my pace
Toward the figure of you coming out of the fog
Your wayward frame as you hobbled on
When at last the arms embraced, as yours felt thin
What could I do but rush you into your shelter
That would keep us both dry from the dew
Now how delicate the sky
And the waves of grass parting
Now that I'm done running to you.

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first impressions are cheap auditions
situations are long goodbyes

I open your door
And you hand me a
Paint-splattered palette.
With a furious thrust
The door slams shut; the walls
Shake.
Oh, you.

Confused, I wait as
We skulk the halls
With furtive glances.
What and why? We don’t
Know. But the wrath is real—
As I snatch your shoulder— as your body
Whips around.
The palette still drying.

Oh yes, we laugh—later. We
Giggle over our own folly. Yet—
I look down, and near my feet
A plastic palette lies.
Remnants of cheap dry paint, little scabs
Of purple, crimsons, blacks.
I look at you, and—even as we laugh—my smile
Fades.

Resurrection by AshMcAuliffe

What a price to pay to get far
Touch the Tree of Life
Soon the sky will fall, clouds 'round you
And soon you'll live your life
And you'll
See Me Rise Again

Night, my only friend, pray shadow me
And guide me to true peace
Oh, may you fly me away to another plane
And bless me with power that will

Rise Me Up Again
See Me Rise Again



Cold Day, Shadowed Night by AshMcAuliffe

And there in my eyes You see my smile
My frowns and your tears Eradicated
By fear of sadness We come together
To act as a single...

But the doubles Don't entwine
And we are two And you're not mine
So we leave To find our way
I'll think of you Sometimes...

And now i know We're disconnected
Your lost touch Is all i'm wanting
And the sea has turned into desert
And my mind and heart have gone

But the doubles Don't entwine
And we are two And you're not mine
So we leave To find our way
I'll think of you Sometimes...

But I don't doubt myself now i'm a free soul I feel i'm going under My life unfold I long for you Do you long for me? Won't we be One life One soul Enjoined?

But the doubles Don't entwine
And we are two And you're not mine
So we leave To find our way
I'll think of you Sometimes...
In the cold of the day
And the shadow of night
We are two
We don't entwine
Is there anyway to make you mine?


Until The End Of The World by AshMcAuliffe

How far have we come to the end? How far have we come my friend? Philosophy's the key to the end Yet love will conquer all Moral codes on which you all swear Nothing is more than unfair Tranquillity no longer exists? Except in desire

Please refrain from breaking my heart Or else my world will fall apart Try to find peace and bliss 7 Seconds left to go When time's up, you will know

Incorporate some form of routine Borderline for you and me Greatest inspiration of all? hard to fins in a world so cruel Ignoreditude, a teenagers tears Won't go to school, got too many fears This is just a sign of the times Forgive me if i've gone too far

Please refrain from breaking my heart Or else my world will fall apart Try to find peace and bliss 7 Seconds left to go When time's up, you will know

Give it up stop wasting time Give it up stop wasting time Give it up stop wasting time Stop looking for revenge Give it up stop wasting time Give it up stop wasting time Give it up stop wasting time On desire Leaves dying off the trees Joan of Arc, idolatry Loss of spark and the male identity

Dare you find? Dare you seek? Dare you seek out security? Dare you find? Dare you seek? Dare you seek out bliss?

Please refrain from breaking my heart Or else my world will fall apart Try to find peace and bliss 7 Seconds left to go When time's up, you will know

"Loveharts & Gasmasks"
I've been keeping lies in my pockets for weeks
You tell me to be calm
But I'm not listening
My tongue freezes
My throat turns to glue
I've had these lies for weeks
Now I'm giving them to you
You go paint your loveharts
& I'll go paint my gas masks
& fingers crossed we can still be friends

I feel sick to my stomach
So much that I love it
& I just can't seem to breathe
Both sides of me converse
& in this timeslot I get worse
& I'm not listening

My blood it thickens
As my hartbeat quickens
When you aim those fire arrows at me
I've had this chill locked in my room
For weeks
Your not making new scars
Although your trying real hard
I've had these pockets full for weeks
You go paint your loveharts
& I'll go paint my gas masks
& fingers crossed we can still be friends...


I already posted this on another forum but Im to lazy to find something else to post...meh...