May 2013
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Enamored (Part II)
Harbor me from heartache So much stored liquid emotion that even camels and cacti envy me As you slice me apart like infomercial knives I hope you come with a lifetime guarantee
- @shangrixla
(All rights to this material are held by the author, Gregory Goodrich. Do not use this material without direct written consent of the author.)
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Enamored (Part I)
Pastel hillsides Sunlight pouring onto your skin glazed with rain water I finger-paint Leaving you like a cup of water I dipped my brush into
- @shangrixla
(All rights to this material are held by the author, Gregory Goodrich. Do not use this material without direct written consent of the author.)
March 2013
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Shangri La - A Novel (Preview Part II)
(link to Part I - The Exodus: http://shangrixla.com/post/14500907701/shangri-la-a-novel-preview)
Part II – The Consequence So there I stood, leaning upon the white railing, still struggling to catch my breath, California’s winter breeze at my side. A sudden burst reopening the door, “Ay dude, some girl is seizing out on the couch, what should we do?” In the calmest voice, “We shouldn’t do...
Fantasies On My Tongue
Laying in bed together, smoking sativa, I came to the realization that I fucking need you; need you, like my false sense of security. So I’ll fluctuate the phonetics of fallacies til you fall for the fascism set behind my eyes and let me dictate your every breath. My love for you is so insatiable that I find myself starving even as I run my fingers over the bite marks I’ve left on your flesh....
February 2013
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Incentives
I can taste every transgression in the blood seeping from your lower lip. Your soul shakes while duct tape locks around your wrists. I admire the purple and blue bruises I leave on your ribs. At this point you’re just begging me to let you live. No one can hear your screams. I’ve already made you mine but you still captivate me as if I’ve never touched your skin, like I’ve never treated your body...
January 2013
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Diffused Serenity
You were alone in LA and you needed me, or so you said, now my sheets are drenched with your scent, and every night I pull strands of your hair from my bed. Every night feels like eternity, like starlight trying to stretch out it’s eager limbs across a distant galaxy. I try to hide it but I can’t suppress what we came to be, I wish you would have stayed. I just learned to live with her, now I have...
December 2012
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The Woes of My Winters
A time of solace, blinded by the reflection of light off the snow, and underneath the tundra lays years worth of memories preserved, or forgotten, or maybe just frozen, but not lost, not yet. The time will soon come where inspiration is just merely melting, where joy is eluded to months that have simply passed, like lives of loved ones, like the hands on a grandfather clock, leading us that what...
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Insight
Describing myself never really seemed that hard until I had to write it down. You always wonder how people will remember you, but how will you remember yourself? I’m quiet. My dad always referred to me as a man of few words, not shy, just reserved. People often say the loudest person in the room is the weakest, but what do they say about the tranquil one who sits with solidarity? As a child my...
November 2012
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Colors of Danger
When most people think of painting, they think of beauty. Calmness inside colors, escape from the external. The chaos in every stroke of the brush hardly comes to realization. But I watch her mold reality with that brush, trying to avoid rushing the thoughts in her head, I take notice in the swiftness of her jawline, The curve in her hips, as she sits there, reminiscing… She strikes the...
October 2012
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Breaking Points (Short Story)
Valentine’s Day, 2008, as the sun set over Old Town Pasadena and the street lamps began to come on. I was caught sitting on a bench outside of a sushi restaurant with this girl, who for such a long time I believed was the girl of my dreams. We had been dating about a year and half now, living out the typical tale of high school sweethearts, and as she sat on the bench next to me you could feel...
August 2012
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A Dedication to All My Queens
Staring at your eyes drenched in sadness only makes me want to pull you closer, maybe it’s the dark make up on your pale skin that mesmerizes me, maybe the innocent pout you put upon your lips is the reason I want to press them against mine. You are a raven haired goddess and I want to be able to call you my own, the very thought of you distracts me so much sometimes that I forget to...
Katana
I’d love nothing more than to be the tattoos on your skin, to be your favorite sin, to be a pendant dangling over your heart, to grab you by the hand and play with you in the stars. I could be Horus, you could be Isis, I look in your eyes and want to drown in your irises. We don’t ever have to travel the speed of light, rather the speed of love, and I could be your speed, the powder on your nose,...
Summer Blues
Summer Blues, I’m reminded of you with dry breeze lashed across my face. Summer Blues, I sit silently with your shadow in what seems like quicksand on the very same beach we used watch the sun set every weekend. Summer Blues, The sun kisses my right shoulder as you kiss my left cheek as if it were betrayal as we stand in water knee deep, I neck deep in regret, and as soon as you’re gone the ocean...
July 2012
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Love and Hate - Distorted Realities
9 things I hate about her: 1. The way her smile sings songs that lull to sleep the demons inside my soul. 2. How when she takes off her glasses her eyes instantaneously intoxicate me with infatuation. 3. The way her hair slightly brushes around her ears as if it were so she could concentrate on everything I said like it were my dying words. 4. How when we’re at dinner the arch in her back is...
April 2012
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The Other Room
Disappear Here “I break everything I touch, so when you come near me begging for my embrace, I won’t deny you, but before you know it you’ll be broken and loathing the very idea of ever trusting another human being…”
Full Hearts & Empty Cups “Fuck all this that’s missing, you’re gonna miss me, again, you’re gonna be reminded that what you thought you hated about me was only...
March 2012
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Appreciation
I daydream about being the reason for the slightest curve in your smile, about being able to whisper life into all the broken promises you’ve ever heard, about giving you something time can’t take away, so that 20 years from now when they talk about how global warming fucked us over, you’ll still remember the day I froze your heart, how it still skips a beat every time you hear...
Paintings of Perspective
You make me care when I don’t want to, so fuck the spellbinding ways of your tongue. I feel your words like the sting of a jellyfish, and I brace for the worst when I hear your voice. I wouldn’t mind letting it kill me, just as long as it was fast. Portraits of unsung memories, feelings that go unmentioned, torn apart agendas that make me happy, that make me feel like I’m worth something to you....
February 2012
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Burial Grounds
The last regret I had was 3 years ago today, because that day I realized regret is a childish thing, and no child should ever be responsible for planning a funeral. So I was forced to become a man within a couple of hours, I didn’t show pain, it came easier than I expected, losing all emotion, becoming disconnected. Going out shopping, shopping for tombstones, picking out the suit I knew would be...
Lost
It is so hard for hardened souls to reach out their arms to grasp what is not tangibly there. Broken hearts, broken promises, and broken ideals, they have all come to mold the beauty I see in you. So tell me you’re scared even though I already know it, let’s exchange stories, let’s exchange the scars we’ve come to have. You say love is like a treasure hunt and I tell you it doesn’t exist. You tell...
Burn My Bridges
You said that over time I had been pouring kerosene all over a love that use to be, Perfect and amazing, but now we’re both just left gazing, At the flames, but memories don’t fade so easily, All it took was one strike of the match, and now everything we built has crumpled to ash, And I want back what we use to have, but the fact is, I would give you the world if I was given a chance,...
Memories
Lying in bed staring upwards blankly, looking at the swaying ceiling fan as it slices my silent thoughts, Thinking about how I can tuck away such an instrumental part of my life right beneath me, Playing melodies that I can’t seem to get out of my head no matter how hard I desperately try, Pointless entanglement and worthless rectifying because my plight falls on deaf ears, Better yet ears that...
January 2012
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Smiles and Denials
She smiles at me every time she walks in, A smile I can’t even begin to describe, And every time she smiles I’m slowly losing my mind, Slowly, yes ever so slowly, But time doesn’t really matter when she’s around, The only hourglass I watch is her, so I get lost in the sand, And my eyes are locked on her locks of blonde hair, And the shimmer from her necklace draped around her catches my eye, As...
True Love, True Lies
We never lied to each other until we fell in love. So is it really love if all we do is sharpen the daggers we are going to use slice each other’s hearts with the tips of our tongues? I know love exists but does it make sense to fall head over heels into despair compared to the relationship we use to have? Cause when I look back I see smiles but when I look in the mirror I can’t even see myself, I...
December 2011
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Dresses and Deceit
I find myself staring into a photograph in frame hung on my wall for a reason I still haven’t found, Eyes pulled directly to her dress that costs more than what my dignity is worth, Thinking how her mom paid for that very suit that I was wearing, I look into my eyes and wonder what the hell I was thinking, A Venetian backdrop revives vivid memories, Standing there with the girl I once loved, We...
Shangri La - A Novel (Preview)
Shangri La Part I – The Exodus Awakened by the sound of shower water in my master bathroom, eyes stilled slightly blurred, washing my face, able to see her wet naked body through the clear shower door in the mirror, and I’m not really sure if she notices. It’s not that I don’t remember her name; it’s that I never knew it. She wasn’t one of ones I slept with cuz those two bitches...
