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Cadaverous Pulse He crossed his arms atop his chest, Shut his eyes and held his breath; The rusty nails slam through wood As all the mourners watched and stood. His lungs begged him to scream and writhe, But when the coffin drops he smiles And lets himself fall into slumber- How refreshing to be blind. The isolation brings him comfort And he's friends with all the ghosts There's no need to lie or fight or fret, No need to ever boast. Peace on Earth has never been But underground there is no sin So here he'll lie for all his life, Without the pain and all the strife.. #review#jt

Radiance I plucked a star out of the sky And put it in my head Enlightened, literally, in the eyes Although I burned and bled; It fizzled loudly in my ears the shine was a blinding glow and though I broke to a thousand pieces I'd never felt so whole. I plucked a star out of the sky And replaced my mind and brain, My skull had burst with wishing dust Although it morphed with pain. The star was a ball of blazing white that ignited and pulled me apart And it exploded me into million pieces but I felt like a radiant art. #review#poem#jt