Lucas Akkadian

Solemnly I discorded
to meddle in the cogs of grace,
Driving faster out of hope to be saved
as angels resisted and devils gained.
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I am suspended amidst the chaotic
disassembling of paraplegic machines
Terminally doomed and forever withering into stone.
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Our tethers fell dismantled
Into the withering sun
To leave me breathing in the smoke.
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With that ephemeral
tragic talk show stare,
to cut through your most
elaborate mask
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By Luke VanderPol


The animate corpses hunt for clemency
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My hand falls to the covers; releasing my
cell phone as it chimes a busy signal.
With new reserve she slips away
and back into her shell,
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by Luke VanDerPol


You stretch up to the sky
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Like so many other nights I tried
to close that bedroom door with care
and fall away to my own world
But that night you were there.
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Through another tragic sunrise
Inside this perfect wasteland
where I have come to believe
the mother starves the meak
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These nights are cold
and the days are a haze
As seconds drift by
like exhales of the sleeping
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Lay me down where we feared to tread.
I know you heard every word I said.
Whispers scream in a memory,
ever as dear as ever dear.
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Tires,
Night;
Not a phrase.
White and yellow lines,
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There is only one thing worse
than a burning question,
and that is having
nothing at all
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It's Thursday morning, pouring rain and all the shops are closed.
This quiet city's under a tornado warning,
and a little coffee shop on the corner
was the only place I could find that
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We steal away into the night
and pretend that we're immortal
Breathing life into this tragedy
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My ionic alleyways corrode,
adorning sordid fantasies,
as the annals of time combust
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I rose from a wasted sleep
with Neitzschean hymns still echoing
as if they'd been my lullabies
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I let you take the wheel
with my wreckage to escape,
to drive us fast so I could feel
on icey roads, like Heroin.
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Sitting here in my rocking chair
It seems not getting anywhere.
With burnt specks on my fingertips-
and singed ends in my hair.
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