I heard there was a secret pitch
The Prince of Hearts sang to the witch
Her Imperious Condescension is arising,
His friends are all in jail cells,
Jane, Roxy, Jake as well,
Now his hope is gone, oh how they took it
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
My faith was strong long ago,
Here on a planet, with frost and snow
Why does my sprite seem to hate me so much?
Then Bec died, I was gone again,
Now I have no best friend,
Traveling through sequences, oh god,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Harley I've been here before,
I've seen your face, I've felt your touch,
I used to live alone before I knew you
You hung your gun
Confession: The Other Lover by tanikel, literature
Literature
Confession: The Other Lover
My heart is racing, my hands are shaking.
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEE
Perhaps I should confess to you,
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
Mom... Did you just...
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Yes.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
Panic.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
Why...
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
...
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Before that day,
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us, memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let
girls in white dresses
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
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Liar, liar, Soul on fire by steven1234567, literature
Literature
Liar, liar, Soul on fire
Liar, liar,
Soul on fire,
Now you hang
By razor wire.
You come to me,
Then try to run.
But you are caught
In my web of fun.
You return, yet again
To the towers three.
Your body and soul
Belong to me.
You try to lie,
But you only deceive yourself!
I’m no longer chasing,
Your no longer in health.
You don’t know yet,
Do you?
Well, let me show,
Walk on through.
Look around?
Recognise anything?
I’m sure you do,
I know you hear the blades singing.
You started off
In the towers,
And you escaped.
Or did you?
You lie, but only to you.
Who do you think your trying to fool?
Not me, not them, not you.
And now I say, welcome, to t