4:17 AM - Gold
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Gold

Her soul is a river

The locals steal gold from it everyday

No-one thinks she will notice

Confusion grips her heart

In a vice made up of all she loves

Only chemicals release the tension

Exhaustion lays along side her

It taunts with a knowing smile

As sleep tricks her once again

In every possible direction

She is pushed and pulled by love

Her limbs float in the river

Still the locals come

Sweeping her limbs away like dead leaves

Determined to have a piece of her gold

Her eyes are now dead

The locals celebrate their wealth

Whilst her essence cries out in agony

Currently listening : To Bring You My Love By PJ Harvey Release date: 1995-02-28

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7:52 PM - Jeff
Current mood: blank
Category: Writing and Poetry

Jeff

From a lover's bed,

I write these words.

Half dead in his arms,

He'll never know this pain.

From beyond the grave,

Jeff speaks to me.

To the beat of my lover's heart,

The notes hold back the tears.

From this moment on,

I want to be with him.

In-between gorgeous sounds,

He whispers in my ear.

From the lips of the dead,

My hurt is kissed away.

So comforting is this,

In Ways I'm afraid to confess.

From a lover's bed,

I've never felt so removed.

Torn between sex and death,

I chose sex.

Currently reading : Valley of the Dolls By jacqueline Susann

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12:11 PM - Respect
Current mood: optimistic

Respect

Your whole world

Contorted to your advantage

Nothing is above you, only underneath.

With heavy boots you trample the dead

Oblivious to the needs of others

Respect is your only goal.

Women are pathetic

Merely pieces of meat to fuck

We are your ego's favourite drug.

With every overdose you demand sympathy

Like an overindulgent child on Halloween

This is how you lose my respect.

A façade of success

Painted over damaged goods

The kind I have never seen before.

You have the luxury of free will

And so my sadness for you has died

Along with my respect.

Currently watching : 24 - Season Two Release date: 2003-09-09

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5:28 PM - The Backwards Queen
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Backwards Queen

I begin to feel dirty and unclean,

As it carefully pollutes my blood stream.

Not sure of where I've been,

Or anything I've ever seen.

I want you to know this dream,

The one with The Backwards Queen.

My lips reject a scream.

I move heavily, like a machine,

Always ignored, by The Backwards Queen.

Why does she come to convene?

If only to feed my spleen?

Seeing squares of blue-green,

Feeling odd, but secretly serene.

My thoughts turn pristine,

Comprehending the fucked-up scene.

It's all part of a routine,

The opium fuelled dream.

Arousal of The Backwards Queen,

Conjured solely by a sea, of morphine.

Currently listening : In Rainbows By Radiohead Release date: 2008-01-01

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7:50 AM - Radial Incision
Category: Writing and Poetry

Radial Incision

Better to take it slow than fast,

That's what all the feelings say.

But what if slow could catch you out,

And you live to see another day?

Sky and earth aren't ever enough,

To make you want to earn this life.

Turn both palms towards the sky,

Tear the earth with a sharpened knife.

Dig your grave before it's due,

That's what all the voices chant.

Buried in the ground from birth,

A delicately wild sort of plant.

Gradually dripping on to the ground,

All of this was no-ones fault.

Red droplets create an emotional pool,

With tears made up of sea salt.

A Radial Incision,

Is all it takes for your ticket out.

You'll sport beautiful anaemic lips,

With a fantastically pitiful pout.

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1:36 PM - Forgive
Category: Writing and Poetry

Forgive

I'm sorry we ever met,

I never asked our fates to clash.

Don't you agree with my intuition?

Please tell me if I'm being too rash.

From the very first nothing,

To the last and final never.

I can't say I ever loved you,

But these ties I have to sever.

Just to make one thing clear,

No harm was ever meant your way.

It's difficult to put things right,

With not knowing what to say.

You once mentioned the weather,

With a tone which made me cry.

I walked home in a haze of hurt,

Though I never told a single lie.

Unsure of who to forgive,

Myself or my mystery guest.

You never broke my heart per say,

It merely quickened in my chest.

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12:07 PM - Seven Minutes Past Nine
Category: Writing and Poetry

Seven Minutes Past Nine

Adorning a pristine uniform,

Selfless in it's existence.

Now placed within my hand,

My heart fails against resistance.

Tending to the patient,

This was not always your case.

Running my fingers along a cool edge,

Counting the numbers on its face.

The cold and silver reflections,

Retain their life after all these years.

Its image becomes slightly blurred,

A result of hot, compassionate tears.

Theses hands,

Lay so still whilst in my palm.

Then flashbacks of you hit me,

With extraordinary elegance and charm.

At Seven Minutes Past Nine,

This is when the world stopped turning,

Your heart tripped and fell,

Yet mine, just kept on burning.

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8:01 PM - Her Moth
Category: Writing and Poetry

Her Moth

Fluttering,

A regular exercise in the brain.

Particularly around the light,

Though it's shine does now wane.

Gentle,

Are the shades of this pretty creature.

Leaving particles within my mind,

Some with an almost ghost-like feature.

Everyday,

She lingers not far from thought.

Offering one of the few things in this world,

Which can never be bought.

Her,

The Moth I love with all my being.

The only one who would understand,

Some of the increasingly strange shapes I'm seeing.

Life,

Can be a strain without her around.

With the vivid dance of memory,

All that was lost, can once again be found.

'Her Moth' by Heather Louise Mungur Copyright ©2008

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9:55 AM - Within Your Calloused Clasp
Category: Writing and Poetry

Within Your Calloused Clasp

Eye contact,

Becomes a struggle on it's own.

A single word from you,

Delivers a precise slice, to the bone.

Hands to my face,

You slowly separate the two.

Of all the unexpected visitors,

The last person I thought I needed, was you.

Calmly and softly,

You ask for my first name.

After countless years of cursing you out,

Now my heart is filled, with inconclusive shame.

Stale whiskey,

Laces your sacred breath.

Somehow this fails to surprise me,

As you live your life, according to HIS death.

Within your calloused clasp,

You hold my rake-like hand.

Uttering religious texts with eyes closed,

Something I will never, understand.

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1:25 PM - Pulse
Category: Writing and Poetry

Pulse

Patiently it waits,

Watching them all disappear.

Only at my most vulnerable,

A steady beating, will I hear.

Faintly at first,

Testing my fragile state.

Slowly but surely,

We will start, to openly communicate.

It keeps me company,

When no-one else is around.

In a place where hearts turn numb,

And the mere essence of sanity, cannot be found.

Consistently thumping,

In to the side of my head.

Urging me to stay awake,

In this dreary world, of the un-dead.

We share a mutual connection,

Something you will never understand, or know.

The pulse stays right here with me,

Whilst others, just come and go.

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1:11 PM - Truly Blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Truly Blessed

Sick beyond belief,

God is a fucked up thief.

Fuck off with your hope,

You can keep your priests and your pope.

One more excuse to keep me still,

No wonder I feel so fucking ill.

Love doesn't exist anymore,

Not when you feel like a whore.

Stretching a smile across my face,

As I elegantly fall from grace.

Falling faster with every lie,

No wonder so many want to die.

With nothing left to lose,

And only one option left to choose.

Close your eyes and count to ten,

Just remember never to say amen!

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1:50 AM - Beneath My Window
Category: Writing and Poetry

Beneath My Window

I'm above the birthday party,

My eyelids flicker now.

Someone familiar appears,

And I have no idea how.

How they managed to break in,

As my black curtain is still intact.

Faithfully blocking out reality,

Until all is gorgeously abstract.

Abstract, but not impossible,

A birthday party is still taking place.

Instinct reveals a boy,

Yet I struggle to see his face.

Face value,

Is meaningless in here.

His Father stands below me,

Subconsciously, I have called him near.

Near enough for me to see,

That his eyes are shielded from the sun.

Then his presence hits me,

Like the bullet of a gun.

Gun to my head now,

He sees me from below.

My name isn't Juliet,

But still he remains, beneath my window.

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1:28 PM - Down Haiku
Category: Writing and Poetry

Gaunt, pale and weightless

A reflection of myself

Sharp pain teases me

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3:09 AM - Mauritian Waters Haiku
Category: Writing and Poetry

It's been way too long

Since you washed my fears away

With salty kisses

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7:26 PM - Lack Of Oxygen Haiku
Category: Writing and Poetry

His sound causes this

I try my hardest to hide

The staleness of you

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