Falling Colors

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Yesterday

the sky was full

of falling colors

like snow

drifting down

to fade and melt

on silent gun metal

sidewalks

like dying fireworks

bleeding into night

leaving only dreamers

to wonder in memories

of color

Unfinished

Unfinished

The world is full

of unfinished puzzles.

People who lost

pieces of themselves

before they were ever whole.

Grey

Grey

From out of thin air

grey women

grey men

grey children

appear, falling

 

like volcano ash

black and soft

with dead fire

 

like blizzards of dust

silent and colorless

in the middle of stars

The Black Van

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The black van arrives

Blended with an ancient twilight

A clotting of the night

We are strangers in the blackness

Dark angels whose names have been forgotten

Outlines blur around us

Colors obliterate in orbits of dust

We drive in mists of moonlight

In gentle, falling snow

In moments empty of air

We know we are dead

but tonight we have wings

Nightmares

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My nightmares have

grown invasive

like a thousand parasites

with sharp metallic claws

they burry into dreams

consuming

and expanding until

there is only an endless

dark forest filled with trees

ornate with silver spikes

and black roses

whose leaves rustle

in the voices of the dead

 

They have grown

so wide

crammed

and tangled

the sky has drowned

in the depths of the forest

and the moon;

pierced by thornes

is red with blood

 

soon my life

will fester

deteriorate like the

decaying sun

of a future I will never see

and the forest will

continue to grow

plotting out the light

and grabbing at me

with gnarled, rotting hands

 

and transform me

into one of the skeletons

whose white and pearly

faces

weave so aimlessly

in and out of trees

Ghosts

GhostsDeep beneath

the earth

skeletons

breathe again

 

and from their

gnawed and broken bones

pale shadows rise

and glitter silver

between the black trees

 

wrapping soft

voices around all the

stars that have fallen

like dying leaves

Elsewhere

Elsewhere

Elsewhere

a girl who used to be

dreams

 

Elsewhere

a soul floats

softly in the places

the sun burnt holes

in the sky

 

Elsewhere

blood-red night

falls in shimmers

of humid lullabies

 

Elsewhere

the oceans

drift over the sky

and silver fish

sparkle like stars

 

Elsewhere

people paint

sunsets with

their minds

 

Elsewhere

I am no longer

falling

Bridge

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A bridge

suspended in the air

somewhere

in between

the sun

and the earth

 

A mist has risen

gathering silver

washing over

drowning faces

 

Transparent fish

swim beneath it

down in the forests

of the ocean

 

A vast city

Breathless and empty

lying forgotten

underneath the sea

 

A human drifting

tossing pebbles

into the water

her perspiration

like her whole body

is crying

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