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Friday 11:37pm (Transcend Remix) [Jun. 7th, 2009|07:48 pm]
The White Room

se7en_black
I have found
Inside him

The lunar twin
Of every cell
Every organ

Illuminating
Past lives.

I have found
Inside him

A safe harbor,
For mending.

(One day
When our children are old,

We will meet again
In a woods.

I will hold out my hand.)

I have found
Inside him

My own heart,
Threaded needle in hand,

Sewing itself to his.

*

My hand on the phone,
My veins pumping acid.

I miss you, I told him.
My heart a knot in my throat.

*

I have found
Inside him

The ability to let go.

I have found
Inside him

Freedom.

*

I miss you too, he said.

I nearly dropped the phone.

I smiled and felt my chest ache.

The stitches new, pulsing inside me.

*

(My name is so-and-so I will say.

Nice to meet you again.)
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Cover Shot [Oct. 5th, 2006|09:15 pm]
The White Room

poetry_se7en


Nice.
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Return From The Hunt [Jun. 9th, 2006|08:21 pm]
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poetry_se7en
He makes a hollow inside you
For himself. A home. A place to linger.

He makes a lifeline out of blood and shrapnel.
And in that moment, the world begins with his voice.

And ends with a whisper
In your ear, signifying his return
From the hunt, fresh blood drying on his chin.
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I Am The Empty Vessel [Jun. 7th, 2006|04:09 pm]
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poetry_se7en
I am the empty vessel
I always knew that I would become.

I am a container for the anger
Of a stranger.

And I am the stranger.

Where the hell have you been, Se7en Black?Collapse )
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A Lonely Hearse [Apr. 3rd, 2006|01:50 am]
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poetry_se7en
He haunts me.

His razor teeth and his eyes
In the dark corners of
The room.

Waiting.

*

I remember the person.
Not the creature.
Not this.

*

His skin and his hair
And his voice

In my ear some nights,
waking me.

*

His aura is a lonely hearse.

Traveling along a highway.

Never stopping.

*

This animal thoughts
Are full of blood and seed.
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The Death Of Mr. McGillan [Mar. 29th, 2006|03:49 am]
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poetry_se7en
His lips part

Like oceans

Across dust and matter.

*

I think I'm dead.

*

The cat looks down at him
From the dresser.

You are, he tells the man.

I'm here to take you home.

*

You talk?

*

The cat begins his licking.

I get that question a lot, he says.

*

The room darkens.
Props are moved.
The scene changes.

*

The light bulbs hum to life.

The backdrop is a faded photograph
Of a field, yellowed canvass.

A path leads into the grass.

*

The cat jumps down from the dresser and
Begins to purr.

Don't be afraid.

The Funeral Boy SeriesCollapse )
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Wishing I Was There Now [Mar. 25th, 2006|05:18 pm]
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poetry_se7en
I want to love someone.

Every skin cell.

I want freedom in a container.

*

Down the hall,
The dykes are singing
Karoake. I want that.

*

Not the karoake.

The experience.

*

I want to find him
And take him with me.

*

I want to drive for miles
And stop wherever I want

And make a life.

*

And never let go.
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I Will Wait For Sound (Phone Home) [Mar. 24th, 2006|03:50 pm]
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poetry_se7en
When the room goes silent,
I will wait for sound.

*

When the wounds split open,
I will remember how to hold
My blood.

And when the blade begins from the inside
I'll be miles from here.

*

When I remember my old life,
Everything that happened here,

I'll wait for morning.

*

Her voice on the other end
Was a welcomed relief.

I don't think I'm doing very well,
I told her. I don't like it here.

You can come home any time you want.
Your dad and I still have your room.

My eyes were wet.

I know you do.
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Getaway Car [Mar. 22nd, 2006|04:23 pm]
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poetry_se7en
He doesn't speak to me like he used to because
His monologues are cliched; I want to piss in a
Bottle and throw it at his father's house.

*

We will leave at sunset.

All the bags will fit in the backseat.

*

We will drive all night and watch the
Sun come up.

*

It will be early in the morning
When we arrive. May I take your bags?
They will ask me. Absolutely.

*

We will stay with my sister in
Iowa. We will go about our business.
He will learn to cry without tears.

*

When he thinks of me,

I hope he wishes for death.

I hope his world burns to the ground.

He has hurt me for the last time.

*

Samuel looks up from his playing
And says

Mommy? When's Daddy coming?

Soon, I tell him. Daddy
Has some things to do first.

*

My getaway car goes faster than his.
He won't see us again.

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In The Field The Crops Are Dying (I Am Alone Here Remix) [Mar. 21st, 2006|07:30 pm]
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se7en_black
The windows of the house
Watch him

In the field the crops are
Dying.

*

(I am alone here.
He leaves me in the house.
I want to cry and tear down the
Curtains and throw things.)

*

The flower paper sees
When I sit alone at the table

Waiting for him

To return.

*

(I am alone here.
He leaves me in the house.
His shadow moves along the walls
When he isn't here.)
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