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Behind The Dark Pine Trees

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The marigold sunrise spilled over us like a chilled drink,

It dripped down our parched necks,

It brought the fog and clipped our wings.

And the mist landed on our lids with a bright promise,

Vowing to erase the fears from last night,

Vowing to fill our future like a chalice.

Your warm palm slid down the back of my bare spine.

I knew we could not stay here forever,

I knew you were never truly mine.

But the sunrise satiated our irises until they bled red.

It fed on the freezing silence between us,

It poured wine and broke bread.

We were torn apart before we could even resist it.

The sun hid behind the dark pine trees,

The wind swore that we never excited.

-JW

The Silence In Your Room

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I do not hear them talking about you anymore.

You have locked their lips and sealed the bedroom door.

Once the bell rings and they hear your steps on the stairs,

All the heaviness will sink, leaving them bare.

But not today, not even tomorrow, honey.

You left us like a cruel god, you cursed them and judged me.

I feel like a child wishing on a falling star at night,

Counting down the passing cars until I run out of light.

Even now I cannot blame you for leaving me behind.

They were coming at you like vultures, gnawing at your mind.

You asked for my guidance, but I never called you back.

The love you wasted on me stung like a heart attack.

If I must be honest, I wish I could erase that part.

The silence in your room turns all air heavy and hard.

But you have melted the key and locked that damn door,

And I really do not hear them talking about you anymore.

-JW

Damnation

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The corsets bend my ribs to your every command,

They straighten your grin and numb my pale hands.

You give me a lit candle as we silently dance,

And whenever I stop, you push me down in the sand.

I get up and reach for you, it feels so easy.

These games you play, they break me and tease me.

Is this the rock bottom or the coast of a deep sea?

No, I cannot tell, I sip you like green tea.

The metal cages you build shock my fingers,

You try to keep me from becoming an ice-cold thinker.

One touch of your skin and I forget that I am sinking.

You leave in a rush, but your scent, it lingers.

And I know this is a trap, I do not need salvation.

You have become the king of feeding my temptations.

If I keep my shoulders straight and just stay patient,

We will both burn in the passionate flams of damnation.

-JW

The Belonging

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You told me tales like ours turn to dust before being written.

I promised I could keep this one burning, but I got too smitten.

Our roads took us far away from each other before we fell,

I did not send you flowers, and you did not send me to hell.

Three full years slipped through our fingers like sinking sand.

My ships tamed roaring oceans, but you stayed on the land.

We heard stories on their lying lips about how we once loved,

And they turned our thunderclouds into the whitest kind of doves.

Each time I passed the city, all the reflections lured me in,

It felt like even the sun was turning me towards your sins.

Then one day I wandered onto the street where we first met,

So angry and alone, every brick in the wall owed me a debt.

I turned to walk away but there you were, a standing prophecy.

Your auburn hair flowed over my emerald coat as you greeted me.

You smelled like the ocean waves I once were badly longing,

And you told me there is no spell stronger than The Belonging.

-JW

The Manor Chose To Keep Its Silence

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The silence begged me to say by its dim bedside for a moment more.

With its last gurgling breaths, the manor started rotting from the core.

Dirty floors oozed orange and brown puss in the decorated rooms,

The stench was strong enough for the nearby trees to reverse all bloom.

The sounds of the street chimed in like roaring lions looking for prey,

And I could have chosen to fight – but instead I hid my body in the hay.

I watched them devour people, I tasted the blood they volunteered.

The noise grew too loud, so we abandoned those we held dear.

At night I sneaked through the halls, looking for the place silence died.

I thought I remembered the chamber, however, it leaked lullabies.

My thoughts whirled like dust in the wind as I slowly took a step back.

The music came in from every corner, it painted my vision black.

When I finally came to, I could not open my eyes or escape the trap.

My hands were tied behind my back, and a white cat sat in my lap.

Two gargoyles guarded the entrance, stoically holding me hostage.

They knew as well as I did, these captors are cruel to impostors.

For the next five hours I blurred the line between sleep and awareness.

Whenever I woke up, I lost the feeling that I could be fearless.

I heard those villains laughing at me through the chamber walls,

And the sound of their raspy voices made my every emotion small.

When they finally came for me, the manor chose to keep its silence.

It burned down by my side, crumbling under the pressure of tyrants.

They poked out my eyes and cut out my teeth with dull and rusty blades.

As the empty eye sockets leaked crimson, all my fears started to fade.

I dreamed about silence, I prayed for tranquility, just a moment more.

With my last quiet breaths, the sun washed away the horror and gore.

-JW

Paper Castles

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We were poor kids with paper castles in our heads and dirt on our feet,

Looking up to adults too headstrong to kill their deceit.

We played games in haunted sheds and climbed on fragile rooftops,

Chasing the one thing to bring us peace when the laughter stops.

We were just kids, throwing rocks into puddles and at shiny cars,

Spinning in circles just to see some constellations in dying stars.

We led battalions through neglected lawns towards a victory,

And we wasted away the last years when we could live a fantasy.

I was a dreamer back then, stuck in my perfect little lagoons.

Secretly they all knew I was meant to grow up a decade too soon.

As the others explored every nook and cranny of our neighborhood,

I slipped through the cracks and signed away my youth for good.

But I was just a kid, so I did not second-guess or mourn the loss,

Although the childlike glee of others stung, I carried it like a cross.

They were poor kids back then, too young to be scared or scorned,

Too naïve to know what it feels like when the paper castle is torn.

-JW

These Northern Winds

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The strong winds push me closer to the ground as I start ascending.

My left cheek is cut open by the sharp cliffs, yet my neck is not bending.

“Is this all you can do, is this all the wrath that you can unleash?”

The winds used to wrap me up, now they choke on their own leash.

And they swore I could climb these hills with the right inspirations,

They second guessed my every argument, called it childish hesitation.

As I am putting one foot in front of the other, I feel it in my bones –

These Northern winds only loved me when I was scared and alone.

They are out of rat runs to hide in, they must pin me to the ground,

The coldness of their breath hunts me down like a wild hound,

And the honed breezes try to knock me over at each turn I take.

I am weak, but I cannot wait for them to burn me at the stake.

The rugged path ahead puts my bruised limbs on autopilot,

My feet rush through the stiff branches as the rain becomes violent.

And my boots sink into the muddy surface, yet I pick up the pace.

As soon as I reach the summit, the sky clears, but it cannot save face.

-JW

Matches

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We are not supposed to run towards the fire,

We are not meant to burn things we admire.

Yet, we step over instincts like cigarette butts,

All for some new taste to disrupt our ruts.

And I was the first fire you could not put out,

You would have used fists if that was allowed.

My voice raised alarms and broke some fences,

Two days later you ran out of defenses.

You hated my guts, yet you could not leave.

Some would even mistake the pressure for gleam.

The magnetic field never let you off the hook,

Your instincts got burned, you went off book.

I burned you alive as the crowd was watching,

Still, you gave me all your spare matches.

-JW

Crystal Clear

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I see it crystal clear now, I am just a steppingstone for your ambition.

It hurts to know you only smile when I hand you my hard-earned ammunition.

When you fire away at them, you use me as your bulletproof glass,

Then leave me alone when I stumble home, wounded and lacking your class.

You spill your drinks on my pastel dresses and laugh whenever I protest.

I wonder what would happen if I became the antagonist and make you confess.

Still, my disgrace precedes me, all because of your unapologetic tongue.

And I am not sure if I care anymore, you ruined me when I was way too young.

Their cheap talk runs by my ears like a river you wanted to drown me in.

They all know you do not love me, yet they all know I am your favorite sin.

I see it crystal clear now, you want to smother me in the cheapest of deceits.

It must hurt to know that it is you, not me heading towards the great defeat.

-JW

Godlike

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All your long overdue confessions,

Spill them on fools seeking perfection.

Wear your chasuble and say a prayer,

But do not follow me down, betrayer.

All these glorious monologues to god,

Save them for the fools who just nod.

I do not walk beyond the ordinary,

Rewrite my biography as a mortuary.

-JW