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The Dance of SolitudeThe Dance of SolitudeThe Dance of Solitude
I arrive in frayed evening wear To drink – to dance – to fall in love? The band plays circle steps But I dance a tangent line The dance floor fades in spirals Until I alone dance Dancing the dance of solitude This dance is a two step A slow walking away With hands raised
To show you are holding nothing No lover’s hands embracing Just a tangent line
Which is forever tracing Tracing a long line
That takes me as far away as possible Until I find another with hands raised And they meet – and chemistry – and c
by ~Liam-Bohemian
AddictedAddicted (Egocentricity)Addicted
Please, give me more I am an addict
Push the needle into my vein My vein of egocentrism
My vein of unhealed wounds My vein of my incapability to cure myself You feed it dear, watch it grow As I indulge in all the syringe has to offer.
No, do not pull the needle from my skin Do not let the IV stop its slow drip Because I am an addict and I am strung-out This “love”, these lies, these falsehoods Are the core to all men, all women too Because we are addicted to the attention Like drug addicts to their narcotics. &nbs
by ~Liam-Bohemian
Sleep SabotageSleep SabotageSleep Sabotage
Solace, when once found in sleep Has been replaced slowly By a malice that creeps Up my sheets and in my mind Dreams are nightmares now Screaming drowning mothers The slow massacre of a grotesque kind These illusions of a darkest manner Haunt me in my few rest full hours And, upon waking, the truth is hazed My subjective world slowly cascades
Collapses ontop of me – claustrophobic The axes of subjectivity no long isotropic But spinning – rotating – like a mad gyroscope.
After the chaos clears I see: I reinvented myself
by ~Liam-Bohemian
At the End of City StreetsAt the End of City StreetsAt the End of City Streets
I am sick of standing out Watching a crowd flow down the street Like a choppy canal ripping through town And everyone blending together beautifully As if built to merge into one large entity— I will not lie; of course I love the silence here But it has been quiet for so long
That audible sound breeds fear That a soft breeze in motionless rooms Is a deafening howl blown from a conch shell
And to think once it caressed my ear so gently.
I am sick of standing in A storm drain waiting for the rain to clear it out Make it
by ~Liam-Bohemian
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