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The Promises We Make

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Every thought dripping out of my bleeding head falls onto the pavement.

It keeps getting lost in translation,

Keeps getting intertwined in noisy brawls for cheap entertainment.

Maybe it is my imagination telling you to listen up,

Even though I know you will ignore it.

So, I will drain your memory in long ruptured cups.

But I will not pass your house without swiping away an inky regret –

There is something about us I still hold dear…

Do not wait me to spill it, do not hold your breath.

You know we made bridges crumble with the acid rivers we cried.

Remember when they used to call us inconvenient?

Even though I could swear to the heavens we tried.

And now I am smearing my thoughts on the sidewalk where we said our farewells.

I know you come here too when they are not looking.

(Do you also daydream you could go back and choose hell?)

Give me a sign and I will make the booking.

As usual, I will never tell.

-JW

No Pardons

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You set fire to the hills I nourished back to life,

You poisoned the rivers and sharpened the knives.

In the grand confusion, I gave up all my reason

And watched as the smoke turned darker each season.

The greenery grew paler with each word you spoke.

I knew there was no escape, so I became a ghost –

A fantasy, a tale to tell kids in winter evenings.

You liquidated my story, changed its real meaning.

As I stood in the dust of what was once a garden,

You said those undying words:

“One more chance to ask for a pardon.”

-JW

Losing Track

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The tree lines become crooked

As I step in their direction.

I know my crimes have been lurid

But I could use some protection.

The moss hides from my boots,

It crawls away and screams.

My hair entangles with roots

As leaves hide the light beams.

I still carry on, I fight them,

Yet – the thorns gash my ankles.

The bags feel ten pounds lighter,

Still, the air bites and rankles.

The exit must be close,

I can hear the river floating nearby.

Branches hold onto my clothes,

But I push forward

With one last battle cry.

-JW

Intrusive Thoughts

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My head creaks like the stairs of a haunted mansion.

It’s always my fault when I crumble,

It’s my fault if I call out the pretention.

The mind is a revolving door, it turns in twisted circles.

My nausea is building quickly

As the world illuminates like a circus.

And the tension in my neck is crawling up the spine.

Why do I suffer for their naive mistakes

If I can suffer for mine?

I wait patiently but I bet they won’t tell me what’s wrong.

The pain spreads in seven dimensions,

But they beg me to hold on.

My skin turns ghostly, and my eyes roll back into my skull.

One last heartbeat, one more breath,

And all goes dull.

-JW

My Hourglass

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The time runs by,

And I can hear myself ticking.

It is this broken clock within,

It is this faded clipping

That tells me smudged lies

And calls peace a compromise.

But I am running low in ink,

Graphite will not suffice.

Minutes pass in a blink.

I am losing the disguise,

Crouched over the kitchen sink,

Pulling out my own eyes.

And the time runs by,

I can hear myself clicking.

My hourglass cracks into two,

My memories start slipping.

-JW

Burnout

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The kitchen sink is leaking for the third day in a row.

I keep re-watching the tragedy unfold,

Sitting in the first row.

My bedsheets trap me in chain-like embrace.

I cannot leave, no.

The night has lost its honest face.

There is no one to call, no one to answer the cries.

Reality seems so fragile,

It is only hardened by lies.

And the windowsill speaks my mother tongue.

What a shame – burning so bright

To burn out so young.

-JW

Choking Hazard

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The green eye watching me through the keyhole blinks once an hour.

Its fluorescent pink lashes snow ominous, breathtaking flour.

My apartment turns into a choking hazard, but I don’t mind it.

The gaze takes over my loose limbs and I refuse to fight it.

I don’t know where to look, I can’t find a way to pretend any longer.

The grip I have on my thick wool blanket grows stronger and stronger. 

And the green eye pushes through the cracks in my dark windows.

It leaks on every surface; it goes wherever the nightly tide flows –

Until I can barely lift my lids as it elegantly floats closer and closer. 

My worst sleep demons are the greatest fear composers.

I scream for help, I even plead with the gods and their entourage,

But the emerald glow mutes the sound

As they turn my soul into a green collage.

-JW

Safer

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Being safe in your own mind for the first time is an unsung feeling.

No buzz, no synthetic static,

No yellow brick road and no ceiling.

The rays hug my shoulders with their golden promise and peace.

And the silver bullets I carry soften

As I fall to my knees.

My scalp shrivels once the pressure shoots out of my crooked spine.

The anger detonates within,

My pride gains an appetite.

The unforgiving lust for darkness gets lost under the summer sun,

And the search for the end stops

As I lower my guns.

-JW

Velvet Casket

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You slapped a tax on our love

And sold them the copyrights,

Wrote off my voice as I was watching front row.

You erased all the fights,

Renamed them after your pride.

Just another scalpel you hide

While I peel off my own skin at night.

And you tried convincing me that I couldn’t have it any better

As they unpacked the cameras

Along with the heads they had severed.

They scream, they leak red,

And you call it amorous.

But I learned long ago that each bruise on my ribs is a blessing

Dressed as a velvet casket.

You taste like venom mixed into the salad dressing.

You don’t even mask it,

Just smirk and start confessing.

And you sign off on our love with mahogany ink,

Giving away my name to the gloom,

Letting me sink, sink, sink…

Until I give up my right to bloom.

But don’t worry, dear,

I’ll be back by the next Blood Moon.

-JW

The Thirst

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My face grows paler each coming day –

But the bright crimson on my lips remains.

And the bite marks bloom like spring flowers

As you leave me alone in the dark for hours.

No, I do not mind it, leave as you please,

Lock me in your tower ‘til the next Christmas eve.

My skin will grow snowy, my muscles – weak.

My voice will forget which words I can speak.

But the bright crimson on my lips will stay,

Hiding from sunrises and their audacious ways.

And you will come home to see me once more,

Hopeless and fearful, still lacking a cure.

The memories will lose their charming taste,

You will think of death when seeing my face.

But the blood will not stain

As long as you stay.

As long as you carry the thirst too,

You will bow before my pain.

-JW