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 Jul 2013 Scottie Green
Nihl
Shut up
 Jul 2013 Scottie Green
Nihl
You know...
I had sat in bed the other night.
And weighed both pro and con to mortal plight.
Truth be told, there's no pro in sight.
No more patience for mortal tripe,
Unsure of pleasure in afternoon delight.
Nor subtle sailing of morning kite.
I just deemed true to see the world,
Give one last chance to love unfurled.
In dawns light, beautiful curls, surprised.
Brisk, beach and bale unspoiled,
The love of a woman, yet uncoiled.
-
Truth is,
I want,
To die.

N.H.
 Jul 2013 Scottie Green
Nihl
Maybe I’ll never make a good father,
the world has shown me it’s ugly face.
I see things too logically,
too realistically.
The things I’ve done and seen,
my dark sense of humour,
twisted sources of entertainment
and sexuality.
My sedated emotions
and even my choice of forensics profession
all these things probably makes me
a pretty bad father,
bad husband,
bad boyfriend…
And probably
a bad person.

N.H.
Out and about
Amidst the hustle and bustle
Of ultra-modern cities
Is a phenomenon that escapes my mind’s grasp
Penniless famished hoi polloi huddled together almost in unison
Arms outstretched eking out a living from begging
Pitiful downcast eyes that tell stories untold
A sad sight to behold
Begging the question
Haven’t humankind a shred of tenderness?
The beggars of the 21st century live and dwell in wall-less edifices(the streets)....
 Jul 2013 Scottie Green
echo
Drown
 Jul 2013 Scottie Green
echo
I want to throw my phone at the bottom of an ocean
Corrupting salt for corrupting tears that stale my words
And choke my heart [without ever having appeared]

I would that it met the depths and reached the bottom
Cos I am still trying to get to the bottom of this
When pulled at the roots, the root reappears
Harder to pull as we further in years [please wise us to the sun]

I am in love with an idea, today with your ear
All mine to whisper in, to bite and tell you two tales of love
To contain my passion to show the love within my heart
If not poured out will drown itself amass

And inconsistency will be my epitaph.

This is my fear.
Just a brainstream... of my honest thoughts.
(written some time ago...) -.-
you see... I was still in love with the idea of him...
and sometimes that is confusing
(which probably came out in my words)
I see the brightness of your smile on my darkest day.
I smell the sweet scent of your memories from miles away.
And on my luckiest days, I can taste the air you breathe.
Not a day goes by where you fail to dominate my thoughts..

I rub your smooth skin in my sleep.
I kiss your soft lips in my dreams.
I indulge myself in you...all of you, in what seems to be my happy ending.
Not a night goes by where you fail to command my mind...

Every step I take and every move I make revolves around you.
Every moment that goes by, I'm reminded of your warm embrace.

Your delicate touch and your gentle kisses are missed more and more each day,
And with each sunrise and sunset, they become that much harder to wash away...

To you what we had seems to be faded, meaningless and rotten.
But the imprint you've left on my soul will never be forgotten..
You're beautiful, girl
more than you know--
the world screaming in your face,
it's hard to hear love at your ear.

you're young, not 'too small'
you have deep eyes, not a 'funny stare'
and into the glare
of the hurt and used,
stand stand stand
smile and be kind;
'everyone' includes you.

All skin has color
it's a lie to say 'white
as it is to call 'black'--
rejoice decoration
on everyone, which includes you.

Express with your face,
your voice, your arms--
it's not too long before
you'll silence yourself for
something you cannot name, only feel
and into the glare, stand stand stand,
be strong, be real.

I allowed my heart to be battered
by more than just myself
which was already too much

Don't pummel your heart
don't tell yourself lies
don't torture your mind
and begin to despise

don't relish in tears
don't scratch, pull and cut,
don't grab at the 'fat'
don't give in to that

you think it sets you apart?
it only sets you 6 under
along with the rest
of the dead souls blessed
with bodies they hated to death.
.i'm writing to say i don't know what to say
..i'm hoping my scribbles make sense anyway
...the lines on the page have been warped many times
....because of the blotting from ink that won't dry
.....the mess that i've made with both of my hands
......reflects every part of the life i command
.......meticulous reader I hope that you find
........the leftover words in the back of my mind
.........i'm losing my grip and my energy's low
..........so take up the pen and put down what you know
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