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I only step out when no one is coming home
The sun sets, and drags the veil from my eyes
I sink just below your searching lights
There is a heaven in this night
that evacuates my mind into the world around me
Where I'm going, there will be no stopping
I'll glance over my shoulder,
then I'll disappear
The sun sets, and drags the veil from my eyes
I sink just below your searching lights
There is a heaven in this night
that evacuates my mind into the world around me
Where I'm going, there will be no stopping
I'll glance over my shoulder,
then I'll disappear
Literature
Sepia Light
He could be the lead of a silent movie
in all its sepia glory. There is
dust on the film; and light-
that shines hazily through the smoke and jazz
of the old world.
She smiles while beauty marks pepper the screen
and nobody notices. Not even him.
There is a woman stroking the theater piano lovingly to hide
the voices floating through the air as silent as ash.
He waits with impious attention for old-fashioned lines
to cross over the stage and whisper something,
something new to him.
But anything that could waltz off their tongues
is caught and held by the cigarette filter projector.
Left to crackle, as the piano moans under the w
Literature
She was the Light
She was the Light
The music that surrounds these lyrics
They don't understand
But I can hear it
I can hear it…
The hidden message
That you can only find
From reading in-between the lines
These broken lines…
That fell apart
When you left her
When you took her heart
When you took her heart…
How could you leave
With the door wide open?
You never believed
She'd have loved you longer
She wrote you letters
In her familiar slant
She kept them all
She could never send them
And she still can't…
And where were you
On the days she cried
She had always known
That you had lied
She never beli
Literature
Ice Cold Lips
Her cold lips
pink in nature
but cold underneath.
There's no life
in those two strips of flesh.
The rest of her is hot,
but her lips are always ice.
Delilah, do you love me?
Of course I do.
Her eyes are just as cold
as her cold dead lips.
Delilah, do you love me?
...yes, I do
Her hands leave hot trails down my back
but her lips leave frost on my skin.
Delilah, do you love me?
...no....
and her cold dead lips
touched my own.
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This is my only true exit.
© 2012 Matthew M. Danielson
from Chapter 15: The Twilights of Life
© 2012 Matthew M. Danielson
from Chapter 15: The Twilights of Life
© 2012 - 2024 MMDanielson
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I used the title of your poem in my found poem.
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