Elizabeth Jordan Heinbuch


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The Lost Room Of Memory
Slow silence pours
Through lighted keyholes
Carved into closed locked doors
we press our empty eardrums
'Death Is The Mother Of Beauty'
Death she died today
At least that's what i heard them say
Cripled comatose choking
And he said
maybe he loved her still
that once he had
and perhaps he always will.
The Art Of War
You can try
to Fortify
you Fortress
and yes,
Yesturday There Be No Tommorow
They may say:
Tommorrow is another day'
But dear,
I fell asleep with your lovely name on my lonely lips. A sweet soft whispering into my folded fingertips. I could dream nothing better than this- holding you somewhere deep within the darkness.

All we were was a lie, where we stifled and strangled all of our batting butterflies. We were a flirting fanciful infatuation, dancing in our own immaculate imaginations. We were an ideal too good to be real, something we just never let ourselves feel. Still bathing in your beautiful brown eyes, recalling all of the secret ties- all of the time. I still remember everything; every resounding resemblance of all you've ever said to me.
I Am...
I am the sleepy setting sun, shining down on everyone. Still bright and bloody, bending behind the hills horizon, retiring readily low below mt.Zion. So exhausted of fulfilling, unwilling, this monotonous existence; expected to edify without any resistence. Rising and falling... Rising and falling... Just waiting to expire. In an explosion- a spontaneous explosion of fire.

I feel like the waves- the same. The never-ending undulation of the ocean tides, which only fade but never die. Collecting corruption and devouring debris in the ocean, the wide-open mouth of the sea... of me... Reflected on the surface, shining and sleek, is only a large lonely oil leak. I too feel i am buried beneath and no one can see me.
An Awkward Lover's Reunion
So, wet met-
in the very last place
either of us would ever
I Watch Her
I watch her
Cram herself against the front board
In stiff strangled movements
A chalk-covered cadaver
Libby Lou
It was there-
In the darkness- unaware
I pictured it:
A little girl in a story book

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