From/Reply I

So, I'm thinking of doing a few before/after, from/reply pieces. These are old, are open thought/closed thought.

Initial:

Shadows on the Wall

Dancing shadows on the 
wall echo the storm in my
mind. A smile so bright and
phosphorescent brings out the
beautiful intensity from your
eyes.

I'd love to stay here, my fixed
gaze on your heavy, sleepy
eyes. If only I could I'd light your
world, into a towering, dancing
inferno, like these shadows on the
wall.

Reply: Narcissistic Delusionary Malfunction

1:4 

There is
no
light in
flourescent
minds;
only nar-
cissistic delusions

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I knew once
What made me.
The layers, eroded
by time lay crumbled.
You cannot define
what you do not --

Understand

Your smile ignited flame,
while the mind melted
my extinguishing infatuation.

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I've malfunctioned;
in a classical sense.
Lone aberration
lost at sea,
choked.. back by
a collective tide.

Absolution [dark]

Prelude: I think that I should explain that all of these short poems happen on a notepad while I'm at work. Due to the tiny size of the notebook, I limit myself to around 20 lines.

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The clouds part -- unveil
A dimming sun, burning
The last of its waning life --
Slowly fading are pasty glories.
With each passing ray, atonement
Becomes all the more abstract --
A shimmering visage of the past.

The hands outstretch, crying out
In their own way, to the dimming sky;
"Fade not away -- we need you --
I need you. I need you now!" Ignorant
Are they to cry for absolution, ignorant
To the transitory stasis of an extinguished
Sky -- the cycle is light to dark, dark to light,
Before the final dark sky paints life black.

Dream [Fade Out.]

At times I can't believe
That after all these trials,
I've found exactly what I
was looking for. When I
see your face the numbing
Starts to subside, the
Reality that is you washes
Over and consumes me.



A part of me stands defiant,
In disbelief -- you can't be
real, I allude to myself. If
I'm pinching myself and this
Is a dream, I am so far
Gone that I no longer exist in
A waking world. If this is
Just a dream then let me
Sleep. Let me fade out.

Dig --

I fought -- and I fought --

To keep my head --

But here I am --

Heart on sleeve --

Living the same mistake --

The same numbness inside.

I loved -- and I loved you --

When I wanted to run --

To keep everything inside --

Under my control, my skin --

I've suppresed the notion --

Only to give in.

I've made my bed -- owned my mistakes --

Pursed my lips and sighed again --

Every moment I take --

Digs closer to my home --

Into this hole I've dug --

Unearthen are my sad mistakes.

[where]

This is where I am --
This is where I should not
be. Treading treacherous waters
completely alien to me. In the
end it was my decision,
no one else's to be here.
As I choke on the waves
and call out your name, looking
for who to blame, another wave
crashes, pushing me deeper
and deeper still, into my mind, my
own oblivion. This is where I stay.

This, this is where I am.

Altar

Altar.I

Many listless hours in, the stone altar stands firm.
Not a single flamed kissed the cold granite
For many ages; as this would imply sustained life.
Dust gathers, spiders spin until doldrums
Set in; Such a barren place traps nothing.

Altar.II

A cool breeze blows, the altar stands exposed.
Blood-stained, lye-soaked but still unclean
For my efforts; bound to a past of crass mistakes.
Times passes, the worlds spins its axis
In circles; while this cavern stands firm.

Altar.III

Repetition is key, the altar foolishly learned.
Form surrounds and engulfs, bringing a sense
Of order upon it; an empirical existential dilemma.
Wills imposed, the world around has spoken
Its creed; variation means uncertain destruction.

Altar.IV

Time has lost all meaning, the altar simply is.
Questions unanswered, an answer would simply
Be lost in time; fallen upon the deafest of ears.
Exist here, understand self-chosen exile from
the heart; a loveless altar misses not its flame.

Altar.V

A smile from the horizon, the altar glows red.
The spark of life, bursting upon the scene 
Causes it to falter; a lone ember burns softly.
Fight as it might, this altar cannot stand firm and
face down the flame; awash in the familiar sting.


Altar.VI

The flame burns on, the altar's form confines.
A burning sensation, alien from cold but
forgotten desires; welcomed back home again.
Form cannot sustain, the burning has taken a
Firm grasp; options thinned to flesh and bone.

Altar.VII

Form is lost -- the inferno rages.
The infectious warmth
Brought to life
An Altar
Long-past forgotten.

[bruisesXscars]

Would it be childish if I said
That I wanted you -- Wanted to
Know your scent, to know
your touch? I want to take
your bruises in with my scars,
and absolve ourselves from
our bleeding misfortune of
a world that we call home.

With your trembling hand
in mine, we could sit back
and watch the world as it
explodes around us, illum-
inating the fire in your eyes.
I'd be complete to know that
I burn inside your heart.