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when God was tired of resting
tired of his bones becoming soft
tired of watching the world wander along
he became a logger
chopped down his own creations
peeled off bark, held it up to the sky
and laughed
'you will burn for no reason' he said
when God worked as a logger he became bitter
tired of seeing his creations destroyed for naught
sliced down at the base
sullen tombstone remaining
nailed crooked to protect his other creations
God put down his saw to work in a paper mill
to watch his creations become fluid liquid
pressed into blank slate
clean separated from dirty
remainder burned away
thousands of pages drying
crackling of broken lungs
dust floating to rest on shoulders
God always had dandruff
watching pages catch, and fold God began
having forgotten the art of creation
he took paper and with gentle hands folded
crafted shapes still unexplained by mathematics
ligaments and joints he created
these new born people walked
wavering in the wind
being reshaped by puddles
released out into the world
God saw type and paper collide
limbs crushed by stamps
stained by ink insults
covered in a wrapping unintended
artistry lost, soul strayed
God folded now at a rapid pace
creation did not stop
young released out
still clean of poisoned ink
crawling onto the aged laps
kissing crinkles, and dimples
becoming smeared by ink not yet dry
stained by acts of love
when God worked in a paper mill he stayed bitter
tired of his bones becoming soft
tired of watching the world wander along
he became a logger
chopped down his own creations
peeled off bark, held it up to the sky
and laughed
'you will burn for no reason' he said
when God worked as a logger he became bitter
tired of seeing his creations destroyed for naught
sliced down at the base
sullen tombstone remaining
nailed crooked to protect his other creations
God put down his saw to work in a paper mill
to watch his creations become fluid liquid
pressed into blank slate
clean separated from dirty
remainder burned away
thousands of pages drying
crackling of broken lungs
dust floating to rest on shoulders
God always had dandruff
watching pages catch, and fold God began
having forgotten the art of creation
he took paper and with gentle hands folded
crafted shapes still unexplained by mathematics
ligaments and joints he created
these new born people walked
wavering in the wind
being reshaped by puddles
released out into the world
God saw type and paper collide
limbs crushed by stamps
stained by ink insults
covered in a wrapping unintended
artistry lost, soul strayed
God folded now at a rapid pace
creation did not stop
young released out
still clean of poisoned ink
crawling onto the aged laps
kissing crinkles, and dimples
becoming smeared by ink not yet dry
stained by acts of love
when God worked in a paper mill he stayed bitter
Literature
Gone
By the time you realize...I'll be gone
Like a ghost that never truly was
If I stand here in the darkness
Will the light shine through the haze
Or will your voice leave me lonely
As memories disappear
Even if I could fool myself...
The cracks that line my heart
This constant earthquake in my soul
Is how I'm supposed to feel
It's how the skin slowly peels off the bone
To see what honesty is hiding
Eyes so wide....closed but open
Even when I'm sleeping
I see it all...I see everything
There is no rest for me
I see it all...I see everything
My dreams are sad, broken things
Beating themselves frantically against the walls of the cage
I suppose t
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Party for one.
Three drinks deep, soft haze seeps,
corners of my vision like moonlit streets,
I don't wanna sleep in dirty sheets,
but when the laundry's done somtimes history repeats,
and I'm black and blue, persona retreats,
just another jigsaw no one completes,
and i want to love you, want to hold you,
before you want to leave.
Six drinks gone, the show goes on,
and I'm telling you again that you're the one,
call me a slut and its all just a con,
you can cut me and brand me if thats what you want,
coz I know I'll stand where once new love shone,
and hold you tomorrow with face tired and drawn,
coz I want to love you, want to hold you,
before the conclus
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A Moment
Place your hand over mine
Look me in the eye
Open my soul up and
Let it all unwind
Leave me dangling from a string
Wrapped around you, wrapped around my heart
Stretching, pulling,
Snapping
So what are you and I gonna do, my dear?
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Hi there! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my 2012 showcase of literature: [link]