icarus would have preferred a death like thisi want to feelicarus would have preferred a death like this by inkstaineddove
replayed over and over
like the broken records of old.
the crushed grass
being blown by the
sea-salt tainted wind.
i want to feel
only lights are provided by stars
(and the light of middle aged man
and woman's dimly lit bedroom.
it is nine p.m. on a friday
it is their bedtime)
less and less come out
while the stakes of this game,
increases with every whimpered breath.
i want to feel
the hits sting numb skin.
they resonate loud through suburbia.
they leave no marks except for shame.
gentle whispers coach the night.
less, more, less, more, stop, mm.
hair in knots and blue jeans dying green.
degrading. degrading in every fashion.
within ten minutes, the shop is closed.
silence returns and if you squint your eyes,
cock your head to the side,
you can almost feel at ease.
i've felt too much
Parallel Universes and We'd be Married"In another life, I believe we might've been in love."Parallel Universes and We'd be Married by inkstaineddove
They spin around together, keeping in time with the music and the waves of people around them.
He looks at her and his uncertainty is clear across his face. He can't decide whether she is trying to make a joke or crazy.
The look on her face is in all seriousness. He decides once again that she is crazy.
"You believe in nothing."
"I believe in that."
They continue to dance in silence. She rests her head on his shoulder. He rests his hands on her ass.
"We were never supposed to wind up like this."
His voice is barely a whisper and yet she can hear him. She reflects on how they were when they were younger.
How they hated each other until he disappeared. How she hates him, still, now that he's reappeared.
"I don't think we ever will."
They're now meeting each other's eyes. Honest words are finally being spoken without the movement of lips.
Understanding. It's come so late and yet all too soon.
The song end
glass slippers have cracksI dream of one last danceglass slippers have cracks by inkstaineddove
with you, hand around my waist.
How unfortunate for me
that dreams only exist in Disney,
boy, with the face of Prince Charming
and the heart of Jafar.
down in wonderlandyou were king.down in wonderland by inkstaineddove
a god amongst men,
ruling with easy smiles,
and gentle authority.
we were weak.
spineless creatures, mortals.
bending to every whim,
of those far greater.
the world was viewed from
rose-colored lenses whenever
you decided to grace us
with your humble
how we would cheer.
we would bow,
kiss the dirt at your boot.
lips touching dust always
a l w a y s
left a bitter taste.
we were revolutionaries.
your reign was tight.
you took what women you pleased,
killed the men that were threats.
if it wasn't yours
how you longed for it.
(only if it was hand delivered
on a gold platter
inscribed with the finest jewels)
we grew weary.
we were overworked,
the lens began to slip off.
everything was seen in green.
green for disease,
we were peasants,
we were promised whats was yours
you never expected it.
the swish of a cloak,
the slip of a sword,
Dimpled Boys Bring HeartbreakWhen we met, I was eight and you were ten.Dimpled Boys Bring Heartbreak by inkstaineddove
I don't remember how you looked back then or how you spoke. You can. But I'm not you.
When we start talking again, you're fourteen and I'm twelve.
I meet your mother again at Subway. I pretend to remember your name, the way your name sounds and everything good about you. I promise her that I'll catch up with you. That was the only honest word I said. Shoving a mediocre sub down, I search you up on Facebook. I had promised myself that if you were attractive, I'd friend you and message you. And if not...well no hard feelings right? It's not like we were close before.
You're gorgeous. You have dimples as deep as oceans, a smile as wide as the sky. Your chin is chiseled and has just the right amount of five o'clock shadow that makes you look adult, but not in the creepy fourteen-going-on-forty way.
I talked to you as soon as you accepted me back into your life. I reread every sentence ten times. I convinced myself that th
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Fever:you are not what I expected from the numbers;
becoming algorithmic in the chambers of my heart,
like 003 in backward spinning galaxies, breaking me
but making me, too
and moments closer;
burned inside the plating,
becoming veins of blue and grey
neurotic, well - not as color blind
as you once were
this decaying program has a few moments left, in you -
Display: "why do you keep making moments, if they fade?"
a matter of facts and lines burned in by mercury,
stripping this, piece by piece into the sink
solar numerator divided by new dictionaries,
it's the same words, but different meanings:
these cursed hands will sputter out in lightning,
no composure, over exposed, and so damn bright -
integrating into the motherboard of me,
an upgrade for the soul that rewrites machine code -
you'll write the
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