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it can live
as my facial
features
dulled with
the blur
perfection
was born in,
like the glistening
paint of a
puddle
spit back
into a
'how
I see
myself'
slide-
show
as it
ripples
like the seeking
still churn
of breast-
milk;
riddled by the
never subtle
horns of war
with a soul-
gasp percussion
solo sitting
between
the line-
breaks
of sight
and sound,
breeding
thoughts like
'don't half step
or overstep your boundaries
but walk it all off
at its own pace.'
and 'get a suicide
note ready
for a summer day
'cause rain
is under-
rated.'
any chance
I ever had
at shaking my shadow
has been sold
to the light
that grills me
and the breeze
that rustles
leaves and
tickles chimes
in a song
to chill me.
so my shadow
is a significan(')t other
and we have
an open relationship
with our
reflections.
as my facial
features
dulled with
the blur
perfection
was born in,
like the glistening
paint of a
puddle
spit back
into a
'how
I see
myself'
slide-
show
as it
ripples
like the seeking
still churn
of breast-
milk;
riddled by the
never subtle
horns of war
with a soul-
gasp percussion
solo sitting
between
the line-
breaks
of sight
and sound,
breeding
thoughts like
'don't half step
or overstep your boundaries
but walk it all off
at its own pace.'
and 'get a suicide
note ready
for a summer day
'cause rain
is under-
rated.'
any chance
I ever had
at shaking my shadow
has been sold
to the light
that grills me
and the breeze
that rustles
leaves and
tickles chimes
in a song
to chill me.
so my shadow
is a significan(')t other
and we have
an open relationship
with our
reflections.
Literature
Don't break
Pause.
A deep breath and a sip of liquor
makes a manual that
tells you how to achieve
nothing.
A break to break down your thinking.
A chance to pick apart every
brick of ours
and inspect it so that we know
every one
is made of dust.
But Homes can be made of mud
so you spit
until your lips crack
and you stir everything together,
hoping you have enough in you
to maybe make
a doorway
that will lead somewhere else.
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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so my shadow
is a significan('t other
and we have
an open relationship
with our
reflections. :heart
is a significan('t other
and we have
an open relationship
with our
reflections. :heart