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Pieces

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Until that dying day

When the last breath has expired

Escaping from collapsed lungs

Whisked away to dance once more in the breeze

When this body returns to the dust

Reeking in a pit of decay

Wasting away with the memories of yesteryear

A prisoner to your love I will forever remain.

Olsfred James 2015©

Guise

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This mask I wear is not for me

But to further sedate your sense of security

Ever curious to see what lies beneath

Fixated on the paradox that is me.

I swing from both ends of the pendulum

Emotionally unstable - ever shifting

The outstretched corners of my lips

You call a smile

I consider the icing on this cake of lies.

I am constantly reminded why I favor this solitude,

These for walls in the space of my mind

Away from pointless interactions

Or needless social bonds

Built on a constant need to break each other down

I am constantly reminded why I retreat to my shell

And leave the world to crumble

Patiently waiting to watch it all burn.

Maybe I half expect the disappointments that follow

And as a result of this I never fully commit

To express more than I can sacrifice in any relation

Because at the end of the day

People will be people

No. Matter. What.

Olsfred James 2015©

Naima pt.2

She sleeps
Sprawled across the bed
In her ever contorted positions.
I wonder if she is even dreaming
Her face bares no expression yet she seems peaceful
And unconcerned with the brilliance of the rising sun
Or the increasing uneasy temperature of the room.
My shirt is whelmed by the trickles of dribble
Oozing from between her lips
I can feel the icky unpleasantness slowly seeping
Spreading between the cotton fibers then plastered to my skin
Yet… Comfortably, she lays in place, serenaded by the songs of my heartbeats
Rocked to the lullaby with the heaves of my chest.
It would be a shame to disturb her slumber
To wake her from her imaginations wonder
Of whatever princess fascination she created for herself
So I leave her to sleep and not bare any disappointments in myself. 
Yet with awful timing my mobile goes off
And she awakes with a sheepish gaze asking…
"Daddy do I have karate today?"
I smile, dazed by the twinkle in her eye
And the randomness of her question
Stroking her head gently before I answer…
"No baby, go back to sleep it's only Sunday"

Olsfred James 2015©

Routine

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Is that my name on your lips again?

Sullied and worn with abuse

From your constant use of them

Depicted as vile

"I hate his repulsive ass"

The definition of a night terror

"He was the worst thing to ever happen to me"

To any listening ear acting like they care.

I thought my staying away would help you forget

No calls

No text

Not even contact with once mutual friends

Yet here we are

Still told how much my guts have amassed your hate.

But now I do the math

I realize you're just as damaged as I am

Just as emotionally self-destructive

Just as concerned with what people think

Just as fake with your smiles to seem happy

Just as insecure

Just as fragile 

Just as weak

And you're just bitter I found you out.

Olsfred James 2015©

Twlight

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I am of night

A shadows reflection

Of the black and shapeless

Looming starless

All consuming nothingness

Darkness.

 

While she… is of day

Of the color and radiance

Kaleidoscope brilliance

Rainbow’s existence

Overwhelming luminescence

Light.

Olsfred James 2015©

Seppuku

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Within the depths of her eyes

I witnessed the weight binding her soul

Chained and heavy

Scared with affliction

Yearning to be more than what was.

Her body was an anchor

Hopelessly drifting with life’s currents

Incessant battering disfiguring her core

Until it was muddled of recognition

Her lusterless gaze

Drained of existence

Proved a doomed inclination

That she would no longer be trapped,

Seizing her fate with both hands

Tightly wrapped at the handle

She finished the job life could not.

While, yet dauntingly morbid

Her chalked layout

Was her final exhibition

Of her version of being free.

Olsfred James 2015©