“Wasted Words: 12”

Things of dirty chaos
Smoke and thought

Bending to barren ethos
Prismatic void

Slur and sloth
Impetuous moment

Sneering the make believe
Dumbfounding oracle

The little voice
Draped in unreasoning

Every prophecy
Shamed into awe

by R. F. Yetter

 

 

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“The Devil is a Shaking Boy”

(from Citizen Seven’s Come Come Look You Not Weary, Come Awry the Morning Will Heal Thee)

You put the devil inside of your bones
That shaking boy he’s afraid to be alone
You’ve made amends with the darkness of your soul
But the fire feels like it’s been there all along

And now you start to blush when you hide
That skin and burn
You look so much like the child you once were

I watched the color escape from your cheeks
That shaking earth steals the kindness of purity
And your golden eyes see the horror of gravity
The miracle only comes when you’re on your knees

And now you start to blush when you hide
That you are wrong
You look foolish like the child you once loved

Processing
Processing
All the wrong colors
The bright ones feel better to soften your anger
And no one will notice the change through the window
They stare in so eager to witness your miracle

Taking
You’re taking
All of the coincidence
Pushing it together in the back of your conscience
Your enemies lay there all struck with confusion
They never have meant to be more than illusion

You’re hard
On your knees
Searching for all the answers
You find one in every thing you figure that matters
And no one will notice the change through the window
They stare in so eager to witness your miracle

Lyrics by R. F. Yetter

“Prayers for Unknown Lovers”

When they break me,
I have to clean
Up the pieces.
When I break them,
I have to do it all
Over again.
It’s a vicious and tedious cycle,
One I always vow never to let
Happen again, no matter how
Unrealistic (anduntrue) it (allofitallofit)
Sounds (ineedtosilenceneedandwant).
But I’ve grown thorns since my
Last
Confession of not loving someone who
Thought I did.
Make my
Next say ten Hail Marys
Before they call me sweet.
Another before they say
I Love You.
Because I don’t know if I’ll mean it
When I say it back.

by CJ

“Untitled”

Okay, love, here’s
Another confession since
I’m
So good at ’em.
When your black clouds rolled over
Your head, it was me who wanted to hide.
I wanted to break my phone
After every “I’m so mad.”
Your lips never tasted like honey
And pretending so was a waste of energy.
Choking out all the I love yous was harder
Than I had imagined.
Yours always seemed desperate.
As if you know I was going to walk out.
And when I did, it wasn’t just your I love
Yous that sounded like they were clinging
To me.
Your apologies drowned me and I couldn’t
Resurface.
I think after all that,
Love sounds pretty raw.
Doesn’t it?

by CJ