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The Shard slashed your skin,
and the businessmen know that there's money
to be made
on torn canvases like yours.
The shattered memoirs
staircase your emotions;
yet cannot lift your spirits.
Council tax removes
street art from the sidewalks
and train-tracks wreak havoc
on your wrists.
Crossed veins lead to clenched fists
which clutch the dust of broken dreams,
[once you tried
to catch the London Eye;
left it staring you up and down,
rolling around repeatedly
with raised eyebrows
and a mind full of lost passengers].
and the businessmen know that there's money
to be made
on torn canvases like yours.
The shattered memoirs
staircase your emotions;
yet cannot lift your spirits.
Council tax removes
street art from the sidewalks
and train-tracks wreak havoc
on your wrists.
Crossed veins lead to clenched fists
which clutch the dust of broken dreams,
[once you tried
to catch the London Eye;
left it staring you up and down,
rolling around repeatedly
with raised eyebrows
and a mind full of lost passengers].
Literature
titles are irrelevant to this story
we are nothing but two
sick kids with holes in our heads
and miserable poetry stitched
into our sides like it’s some
sort of saving grace when
in reality its just
an annoying
pebble in our
shoe.
conveniently,
we both came stumbling
out of the closet with
our skeletons grasping
at our ankles and
nooses around our necks
and I guess that's
why we’re now sitting in your
dad’s old Ford Fairlane,
cigarette smoke t-t-thick in
the air and your hands scalding
my paperback spine
until my ashes stain your
palms black
and
grey.
(...pocket full of posies,
ashes ashes
we all
fall
d
o
w
n
Literature
A Leaf, Fallen (trigger warning)
there is no manual for loss
not one that fits in human hands
just programs, policies
and symbols for the staff,
unassuming, visual reminders
to execute the sensitivities
outlined in their training
grief is a symbol, nicely-printed
on quality cardstock,
grief is placed strategically
in and outside the room,
its scene stands out
as darker than it actually is
since its placard
hosts the only real colors
on a ward of pastel pinks,
blues and yellows
and there, within the four sides
of its cleanly cut cardstock,
a leaf floats, too light
to break the surface tension
of a still stream
i'm sure a marketing study was performed
various walks of life,
Literature
Between the graves
Black roses
Upon this lonely grave
Darkness all around
Suffocating me
A flash of the blade
And crimson blood flows
Dripping to the ground
The only testimony of my presence
Before I leave
Forever
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This is so very interesting and well written too I don't think I've ever seen someone write about the London's landmarks in such an unique way before. I've seen the Shard and I've went to the London Eye a few years back and they are very awesome to look at. The references and the metaphors blend in together quite well and that is what truly makes it amazing!