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 Jun 2016 eric calabrese
Polar
I stand before you

Bare, bold, naked

To hold a mirror

Against your hatred
Something is Hurting Every Second
Every Second is Killing My Heart
My Heart is Thinking Too Much
Too Much Stress is Reducing My Life
My Life is Ruining by Love
Love is Wasting My Future
My Future is Only You
Only You are My Medicine
My Medicine! Please Come to My Life
The cessation of a sunset,
Red & blue skies fill my demon infested
worlds
My eyes are brown, my skin
Turns to red velvet...
With a blink of an eye I run,

Into the night I run,
Through the tall trees & into midnight...
My body is burning on the inside..
My hands are numb ,
My eyes are closed shut.

Into the night I run,
I run to farthest distance in an instant,
Hands & feet in a stance of insertity,
Hair tied ,
Face smashed with messiest of makeup,
Bleeding the red tears of the sinful red baby...

Into the night I run,
Running away from myself,
My present body and out of my skin,

Into the night I run,
Where no one can see me,
I scream the highest of voices
Screeching in hatred of the world...

Into the night I run,*
I run until I am one with the Sun...
And all that I am and what I was ,
Is finally done..
 Jun 2016 eric calabrese
Slur pee
He is the creator of wishes stirring wants inside my head,
And a need to bring every burning star to their death.

He is the bringer of butterflies to this barren, lonely sky.
I watch them dip and dive, around my stomach and in my mind.

He is a sunflower, a lotus; beautifully strong, yet delicate
My alstroemeria, my orchid; I want to linger in your scent.

He is the hope that buzzes in a jar, like a single fly;
The only thing the curiosity of Pandora left behind.

He is the brazen smile, emblazoned in silvery moonlight.
The one who pulls my tides; when I'm low he makes me high.

He is an ocean of music whose waves fill the air,
I'll float away on a heavy swell, carried by his gentle care.

He is a tree that will support me as I climb up to the moon,
Then I'll swim to Neptune, where I'll dream of meeting him soon.

I am lost inside of illusions conjured by a Pisces mind;
Though I haven't felt so real- so alive, in the longest of times.

-SLuR
Music was his passion. Guitar his life.

So she went on to become a string of his guitar... The best cord producing the sweetest music ever.

Suddenly life happened.
Fate got her pressed, bruised.
Finally broken.

And then... He replaced the broken string for a new one.
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