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Stealing his story

I cannot imagine what you think of me as my pulse meets the paper and the ink spills across the moonlight.

I waged a war with false promises and wrote every letter down . Trying to cope , bathing in moonlight and staining my skin in mistakes.

I’m a private person , or maybe I am just too week, where papers holds my strength and my pen is my hallelujah .

I write from a internal beckoning, a raw and emotional grave. Where my spilled tears are mopped up with whiskey and my heart never gives up on anyone but me.

There a tree of bones out front my door , where skeletons hang and ghost gather to call out by name.

Yet I am not afraid to still stand on bending knees and bring my troubles to the sky.

Call me hopeful or call me home, I never truly found my place here. I built my life around those I refuse to call hopeless.

Picking up the bibles and shattering windows as I step into the light. My heart is dark but I promise you my intentions are pure .

So as you fall into my words and believe that my words are to sharp for brittle edges, they were forged in steel and promises , and my mouth still draws the words I believe in you.

One day the sun will be at my back and the warmth with rekindle sparks in a dying heart. I will never turn back so I am blinded by the light… For my future may hold some darkness but I have never said no to a fight~

Inspired and partially hijacked by the talented @giraffevader Stealing your words and putting truth to the lines

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Welcoming a New Member to Exhaling Catalysts

Exhaling Catalysts is happy to announce that @giraffevader (Aka Jon), has just joined the EC staff. Keep an eye out for his excellent selections of poetry and prose.

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Red Riding Hood's Revenge

Red Riding Hood’s Revenge

If you’re going to play the part of the wolf, prepare your jaws for action. Be ready to sink your sharpened teeth deep into his soul. Tear into his flesh, rip off great chunks of him until he lies in pieces before you. Make a massacre of his meaningless body. Cradle his corpse, whisper sweet nothings to his carcass. But don’t ever tell him you love him. Don’t wash your hands until the blood dries…

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One Day At A Time

One Day At A Time

“I’m trying to make new habits. Good habits. Healthy habits. I’m trying to enjoy the thought of what tomorrow brings. When I wake the first thing I do is write a few lines about how I feel. The inkstains somehow prove that I’m awake, and this is real. I take a great big gulp of good clean air, and fill my lungs with the new day. I drink some water, try to cleanse my system, and my soul a little…

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The Apparent Shadow

A human mind swarms. The buzz of yellow fog, it comes, Staring at a nameless construction wheelbarrow, Chariot of angels apparently. And the apparent shadow is far from exactly that. Light that slithers sideways Across brick walls is light that adds to darkness. Tell me this ruin can be rebuilt. Tell me the light will bathe me in belief, and wash me clean of guilt. Did I mention walls give the closest hugs? Not to mention the rugs That speak nonsense plainly, Mainly about unraveling, While my lips go on blabbering Atop towers of scaffolding To wind like the sound of scales slicing Water. We drink in the conversations, then drown in their depths. There is nothing left to say so let us sink into the silence, where our lips still savour the memory of speech. Licking bleach from my fingertips I consider the reach And teach myself not to, Though, I thought to commit a little love somewhere. And I wear the shame on my sleeve like a broken heart. Like an open heart. Like an open crimescene, my chest’s chalked outline lies before us. Like an open wound, I am leaking. My soul is seeking safety, slowly screaming into the sky. Here is a hasty sketch of emotions Drawn up in another reality, The only place that’s possible. It’s not plausible to be saved here. Or meet someone. Greet someone on leaving. The lovers are grieving, heaving stones in their chests. We all have so much soul to carry. Expectations are not high. The weight of everyone shouldered on “Hello” and “goodbye” This time, the latter. Love grows when tongues cut close. The sparks of words start fires in our mouths. But how many mouths can share the same secret? How many graves must we dig to bury the dead? I have chiselled your name into my teeth, so I will die with you on my breath.

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Collaboration between therichtonjournal (standard text) and giraffevader (italics)

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