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Disintegration Theory

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The tragedy came knocking down cardboard doors,

Breaking jaws and crystal figurines on the floor.

Curtains parted like the seven seas, in synchrony,

And the roof sunk in, uncovering my villainy.

The inked pages absorbed the flooded fields,

Through the chaos we lost all helmets, all shields.

The sun dimmed when it fell towards my neck,

But the others hid me for a blank paycheck.

The red petals went limp, the clouds collapsed,

Mist seeping in cracks, disintegrating me fast.

I held onto my limbs ‘til the sky again inflated.

They can see me struggling,

They must never see me breaking.

-JW

Over The Edge

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I’m dancing near the edge, hanging my frizzy hair over this trench,

Dangling my life in front of a great beast, ready to be fully drenched.

No, the fear I should be feeling avoids me, it doesn’t even bother,

It knows I’m ready to kill for excitement, to betray my own brother.

And maybe I’ve been wrong all this time and the drop will be deadly?

But sensibility’s scary so I keep escaping hearts that once bled me.

Sometimes the way out is testing whether you’ll drown or float,

And the choice can be yours if you don’t erase each and every footnote.

The big unknown has always called for my bones so maybe, just maybe,

I forgive my own debts for once and stop selling out dreams to those

Who will never repay me.

-JW

The Jester

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Dance around my living room, you beautiful fool,

Shatter all the fragile frames, step on all the rules.

Challenge me to jolly fights, break me into half.

When it’s time to feed my pride, please let it starve.

Roll me down the steepest hill you have ever seen,

Laugh a bit but let me cry tears of pure sheen.

Stab the ripest strawberries in the queen’s garden –

When they come for your head, hide under the carpet.

Play with the nitid memories I hide in the closet,

Bring them to the banks and take out a grand deposit.

Just don’t let my spirit fade for a week or two,

Play the jester, be the clown,

Never say the truth.

-JW

The Myth Of Forgiveness

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Maybe I don’t know how to forgive,

Only how to forget all that I had to give.

And perhaps I wasn’t meant to be here,

Wasn’t meant to boil over or sear.

It must look foolish – how I beat on

After being burned by your pale neon.

Somehow the road ahead still unravels

So I cut my feet open on rough gravel.

It hurts just a little more every day,

The fire I carry keeps falling off the tray.

But I stich the nasty wounds up nicely,

Cut open those who try to defy me.

Even when the cross crushes my back

I carry my anger, keep it intact.

Perhaps a quieter time will come,

I’ll make peace with what I can’t outrun.

But if forgiveness is only a myth,

I’ll be sure to find everyone

Who made me take these hits.

-JW

The Sixth Year

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You’re smearing empty words all over the newspapers,

Making me curse loud enough to wake the neighbors.

I haven’t seen your face in six years but I know

You still bring the darkness wherever you go.

And once I was foolish enough to follow the trail,

Despising guardian angels for letting me fail.

Now I see you in a car purchased with blood money,

Bought by selling my hopes out, and ain’t that funny?

Blood’s only thicker than water for the lucky ones,

The roots you laid down in me won’t ever see the sun.

And the faux promises you spilled have evaporated,

They’re sleeping in the shadows, dangerously sedated.

It’s alright though, my rage can escape all your abysses,

But you can’t escape the truth or live without your fixes.

So just pray to the gilded gods that you can make it,

Just pretend one more day that if I can fake it,

You can also fake it.

-JW

Heart For Dinner

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The tires of your car ruin the perfect peace and radio silence

As you approach with crocodile tears glued to your lids like diamonds.

There’s toxic spite in your back pocket, the antidote’s in my bag.

Your stare can only hurt me that far

With its raging red flags.

Birds are not chirping tonight, no, they’re flying for their lives.

But I always stayed, through all your nosebleeds and nosedives.

Now you thank me one last time by handing me the trigger,

Hoping I have what it takes to resist

Eating your heart for dinner.

The trees lean in and wait for me to make the final decision.

I do not rush, I let my fury pierce the air with marksman’s precision.

My words slide through your stiff chest like some lost shrapnel

As I leave you there imagining

That we never happened.

-JW

Shiny Enough

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Sore gashes stitching themselves together

Under full moon, through freezing weather.

Some still fear the threads and needles

So they fall on the ground,

Pretending they’re feeble.

Shoes glued to the asphalt, nowhere to go,

Each wrongful movement makes you glow

And once you’re shiny enough to see

They’ll include you

In the next killing spree.

Silver liquids poured into scarlet eyes

Until the palest lips loudly apologize.

But those who don’t seem to ever learn

End up protesting

In an unlocatable urn.

-JW

The Forest Is My Church

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Velvet winds soothe my battle scars in the navy blue moonlight,

My feet are enchanted, they keep moving out of wicked spite.

I kneel, letting my bare skin touch a softly frozen heap of snow.

The forest becomes my church, and I’m seated in the very first row.

Curious creatures peak through the branches to catch a glimpse,

Caterpillars and butterfly wings mix with sharp teeth and fins.

And the ground beneath me shakes with a long awaited relief,

Hugging my wounded parts and covering them gently, leaf upon leaf.

Foxgloves ring their bells thrice, the forest echoes their sound.

They search for my soul in all the boxes marked “lost and found”.

One night they will discover it and I will be pushed into the light

But for now the morning wearily calls us as my sanctuary

Vanishes from sight.

-JW

Weightless

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The sparks dance around in your gaze,

Spin through the candle light in all their grace,

And for a moment it’s easy to imagine –

Our souls are something more than voids

Labelled “extremely fragile”.

The lanterns rain down in warm flakes,

Painting the night and its seven remakes.

Whenever you part your lips to speak,

Your voice drips like melted wax,

Deep, enticing and sleek.

The fire inside purifies my misdeeds,

Untangles the stories with missed leads.

A minute more and I’ll be weightless –

Ready to fall without second guessing

Into your oasis.

-JW

Not A Negotiation

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It is time to put down the archaic tools, stop writing the story on a typewriter.

Crisp electric impulses pick up my hands, make the limp thoughts a ton lighter.

The system wants to eat too, it craves to lose my awards in a tiresome shuffle

But the blossoms on my shoulders cannot wait to push you towards a new scuffle.

You beg of me to quit spilling the truths over newspapers you used to own.

The ground shakes more and more as others realize – the cover is fully blown.

Some shredded pages mix with the February snow, what an idyllic scenery.

While you burn the belongings I left behind,

The smoke lingers over all your thievery.

-JW