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Calling Me

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You are calling me from the castle,

Telling me all about the power I will never obtain.

You want to love me, then call it a hassle.

Your kingpin father forbid you to burn his remains.

Every night I peek through your gilded fences,

My curiosity twists around in circles like a snake.

I try on your family’s crooked lenses,

It seems like you live in a truth that I cannot taste.

Your guards call me Alice as they chase me,

But I keep my feet quick and refuse their guilt.

The spinning arrows they shoot erase me.

I wake up from the daydream on my windowsill.

And you are calling me from your castle,

Telling me about the ignorance I cannot obtain.

You want to show me how to reach it faster,

But I digress, there is no joy in your golden pain.

-JW

The Wanderer

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She cursed you to wander the windiest forests for a decade or two.

The shadows turned you into prey, your guilt turned you ocean blue.

And you might have walked the forest alone if you never met me.

I might have even escaped your bear trap if I was not this petty.

They say tragedy imitates action, oh, but I beg to differ, my dearest.

You begged the forest to swallow me whole when I thought I was fearless.

To my surprise, it listened and made me walk the darkness with you.

She cursed you to wander endlessly,

Never knowing that she has cursed two.

-JW

Liar, Liar

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Pull a grey bag over my head and make me pray for my life.

You like to play these games,

And I am always on the tip of your knife.

Go on, dear, and release your unforgiving flame over me.

You are a walking scab,

Sinking in your own guilt and oversold novelty.

You tried to prove them that we were alike, you damn liar.

I was looking for water,

But you overshot and pulled me into the fire.

Blow some frosty fog into my eyes again and let me down.

I like to play games too,

Except I can do it with a spine, in a red gown.

So, go ahead and part your unruly lips in faux surprise.

You are a stain on my pride,

And you will have to pay the fairest price.

-JW

When The Scars Turn Into Wounds Again

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You can smell my blood when I bleed on another operating table.

I feel it – how your eyes change shade, how you call me ungrateful.

As I am allowing another man to cut out my ego like it is a tumor,

You break cathedral glass, killing every spirit who spreads the rumors.

When my blood drips down the drain after yet another procedure,

I know that the humming coming from my anesthetic mind feeds you.

You are locked away behind your stained glass and silver crosses,

But you will survive if you cannot count me as one of your losses.

And when the scars turn into wounds again, I will seek you out.

You will waste your voice on my towering insecurities…

Still, I will enjoy the sound.

-JW

Count To Four

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My shoulders ache from carrying your cross.

I wish the devil bit my tongue when I said –

Honey, I need you the most.

The beaming Sahara sun drains me of hope.

We were young and dripping in red,

Now you are passing me the rope.

All my toes are bleeding on the pavement.

The memory seems to fade,

Then it breaks my neck as a statement.

I cannot recognize my own hands anymore.

They are now made of pure led.

Honey, run before I count to four.

-JW

Note #205

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You watched me falling over the edge,

You watched me disappearing into the dark.

My heart hardened as I crossed the ridge.

Don’t reach out your hands, don’t wait for a spark.

I landed on a lonely rugged surface.

I painted my lavender sky with charcoal and soot.

Your aluminum chains gave me hospice,

But don’t sentence me to another year of rot.

-JW

The Winter Was Unavoidable

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The early autumn air showers me with its seamless elegance.

My palms are in your coat pockets

As my words lose their relevance.

The first leaves are turning yellow, just like when we first met.

I wonder if you remember,

I hope that you cannot forget.

Sometimes I look into your eyes and feel this wave of sonder.

You have been holding on,

But we do not get any younger.

And the early autumn air turns into frost on our worst nights.

I promised to carry the cross,

I swore I would lose the fights.

The last leaves are falling down my neck as I lie in wait.

My palms crumble a letter.

We both know it is too late.

-JW

Towards The Ledge

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The fragility of my fists plays with my own immortality.

My spinning head survives on promised immoralities,

And if I keep up the pace, I will persevere, I will push through.

My tongue is made of fire, my will is made of glue.

No, I do not let ignorant men block my paths.

I am seeking a destiny that outruns reason and fact.

If my feet could keep up, they would take me to the place.

But no one sees it, they offer me to leave with grace.

Still, I have no grace, only sharp corners made of iron.

My lips are light-years ahead when it comes to firing.

I shoot everyone who does not keep the final pledge

While not noticing that I am headed towards the ledge.

-JW

My Curse

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Do you know what my nothingness tastes like?

It pushes my head under water until it is ripe.

The empty feeling cuts off my hair with scissors,

It pulls on my sleeve until I see vivid visions.

Some gray creatures climb in my fragile chest.

The static goes cold, and I leave out all the rest.

Bright red snowflakes land on my lucid irises,

They drip scarlet into my dearest promises.

Can you imagine what my nothingness tastes like?

I keep drowning as they tell me it is alright.

But the complete abandonment never sinks in.

It is my curse, treating my sanity like a sin.

-JW

Into The Deep

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The parts I hide sting me with the fury of a forgotten flame.

I’ve been changing my paths while you’ve been looking away.

My soul has been leaking fumes out of the wooden frame.

But the cold metal bites my bones, honey, I know I must pray.

You promised I’d pay for all the storms I rained over you.

Leaving you seems like walking on sunshine, why would I care?

No, you don’t have the right to claim that you feel blue.

I carried your grey remains for years, I’m used to the stares.

The sun is unforgiving, it’s still not as ferocious as I can be.

I cover my truth in disguises while you sing yourself to sleep.

And I’m thinking about leaving, not sure if I can be free.

Maybe it’s just between me and you,

Maybe I can fix this by dragging you into the deep.

-JW