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The FacelessThis is charm: he waits faceless in the shadowsThe Faceless by annie-lang
so that you only recognise him when he appears
and not before there is no defence against the faceless
until they have already breached the wall.
This is lust: he hides in unexpected places
and in the lines and smiles of unexpected faces
you may avoid the common markers, but lust himself has no face
and there is no defence against the faceless.
This is love: he lingers around the corners,
digging his fingers into the pretty things that clichés are made of
and if there is no defence against the faceless,
then the face of love will ruin you.
This is you: you don the mask yourself,
and hover shapeless in the peripheral vision
of the countless faceless creatures to go before you.
There is no defence against the faceless:
and so we all are defenceless.
And Not BeforeWe will go when I am readyAnd Not Before by annie-lang
and not before. We will go south
or west, or east or north,
or wherever my thumb stabs
on the map tucked in the front pocket
of the jacket you haven't worn for a while now.
And you will see the world as I do,
without your rainbows bouncing off
the walls of the waterfalls;
you will see the leaves in the gutters
and be sprayed by passing cars
when it hasn't rained for months.
You will leave your office shoes by the door
and wrinkle your nose at country air
fouler than the city.
I will laugh and turn the car
and bring you home.
But mark, when that day comes,
I will not stall the engine
or traipse muddy boots back into the house.
We will go when I am ready
and not before. You will return
when you see fit, and I
will have moved along alone.
Yellow OrangesMy mother paid for painting classes for me.Yellow Oranges by annie-lang
There were no artists in the family,
and maybe by coincidence, there were no saints.
I was only nine, and I don't know what she thought.
In later years, she'd despair: ask where she'd gone wrong,
and what hell was this she'd walked into.
Painting classes were my hell. Endless hours,
designing yellow oranges and blue hearts
for a Valentine's Day I never knew existed.
Ignorance is a bliss and a bore;
and then something to cry over, when torn away.
I stopped going when I was ten.
My mother shouted, my father didn't care,
and stayed silent behind his newspaper.
There are no artists in the family, it seems,
and no sympathy to spare from my father's eyes.
My mother cried, said I'd be nothing more
than a petty lab-coat scientist, like him,
thinking up blue hearts and pretending
that life didn't shatter love.
She claimed to love him once.
Sometimes I think she lies, and sometimes not.
She claimed to love me, once,
until I stopped painting yellow oran
The Atheist GodI descartes my body:The Atheist God by annie-lang
it's a verb now, because
all that exists is my mind,
and in my mind I can
rule the world, rule the language,
rule the milling peopled chaos
that doesn't exist at all.
Open the window, my self escapes,
drifting out of life and over
the steel-windowed city.
I am everywhere and everything
as the city exists here and only
in my mind; so if I descartes my body
then the only option left for me
is to be God.
So I am god, creating
lonely seas and skies in which
to lose my mind. And if
I could lose that mind,
then I do not exist at all.
I descartes myself
and the atheist God is born.
memories carved in the skymemories in the skymemories carved in the sky by tatuued
energy never dies
and everything's just chemical reactions
and waves of energy moving around
at different paces
even our emotions and thoughts
because they are a part of our mind/brain
just like everything else
and its all just energy
so when we leave
by tragedy or choice
we still leave the echo of our love
even if everything goes into the void
somewhere there will still be the reality
that at one time we occurred
and were in each others arms once
and never wanted to let go
and in that time/space
if any of that is left
we never will