Somehow it's always there
to tickle the edges of mind,
as if asking, Can I come out?
Somehow it never leaves
when thoughts are overwhelming,
as if saying, I belong with you.
Somehow it always arrives
at the moment I need it most,
as if pointing out, that's it!
It almost feels like a miracle,
to know it's here with me,
and I appreciate it's a part of me.
My creativity.
remind me to remind u sometime,/ wen the stifling rub of arrow marks/ in green
ink & pencil black quiet/ the page, to flay the skin from my bk.
alternatively we might go for a drink./ i’d embarrass myself with talk of ex/ girl-
friends & how the Slenderman might give/ our children nightmares.
u’d say nothing and our full-stops’d be/ like flint on wet shale - the only crack/
at building fire for miles...
Swirls of green and peach adorn me.
Bubbles tickle at my lips.
Nectar purchased near absorbs me.
Where did you learn to do this?
Superficial little beverage--
Undercover influence.
On our mouths and used for leverage--
Well, we've never made much sense.
Four lips searching sugared contact,
Be it from a can or kiss.
Stretched between our every callback
Lay a smile or a sip.
I can't think was you would taste like
Without citrus as pretense.
Sweetened drinking was our limelight--
No, we never will make sense.
whiskey bottles and
handfuls of pills
suicide notes
written on the
skin of her former
love
in her deep crimson
blood
dreams of death
and mutilation
of her beautiful
delicate
cracking
shattered form
razor blades
stained with
red
like the roses
he placed on her
grave
Music in the night time. Just me and all the words written and sung by poets alike. Nothing is together but everything is calm. Somewhat scattered peacefully around me. My head is rested on a pillow but my mind frantic and the only way to ease this rush is by giving it a rhythm to think to; for the impulses to dance and sing along to as they bounce from cell to cell.
Solitude.
Suddenly I realize that I am at my best when the powerful voice of silence washes through me. Shadows accompany me on my quest in darkness but they stand around me like ghosts, ghosts of which only silhouettes can be seen.
Silhouettes that are mainly composed of excess musical notes that escape through my earphones and travel to a place where they belong, as the silhouettes. As the shadows move swiftly around me, they are powered by the harmonious hum they produce. The rest of existence is shut out and paid no mind to. At an occasional break, the silence that is outside of my earphones remains awkward.
Outside, with everyone else, and where I am lonely, I hear trees sing and dance to my music. Perhaps their scrambling frantic minds can only rest in the silence where there is rhythm, or it could be that they have adapted to my religious routine of rhythmic thoughts and they, each night, dance and hum to it to put their rustling, busy-bodied leaves to sleep for the eve.
And when the inflow of magical music comes to a gradual halt, the trees outside know to wake up and continue to dance in unrest during day. I understand, because I am shown in the same light and only at night, my willow friends and I put our souls to rest and we sing and sway with the night, calm, until our calculated dance routine is interrupted at wake. Tonight again...
teach me all about love
and how even though sometimes
it can be so sweet and pleasant
like waking up at the crack of dawn
and watching the sun beams kiss
your lovers soft skin
and walking late at night
hand in hand
blissfully intoxicated
and happier than ever
it can also be
bitter jealousy
fighting at 3am
no sleep
because you're worrying
so much
after another pointless argument
the fears of
never being good enough
knowing it can never last
the pain and the heartache
and the way it shatters and twists
and mutilates the beauty of
heart and soul
please
when you tell me about love
don't leave out the
displeasing realities
and feed me nothing but hopeful
fairy tales
Twenty plus mix tapes later and,
not much has changed.
You still don't have the decency
to pull into my drive way, you don't
even pull over.
Every new moon I may receive a distant
removed wave from the window
but, its rare.
So I thought mix tapes might be a good idea.
To give you a taste of how you left me feeling however,
you've never been good at holding things down.
You always think that everything doesn't have to have an
underling mean it but, I always do
so, let me explain some songs on this mix tape.
The first song reminds me of how you always
poked fun at the little I do.
But I never once
let two words slip on
how I felt about your "666" tattoo.
I just don't understand why you suddenly
decided that you're going to worship yourself.
Number two on the mix tape is about something
I'm really not a fan of,
republicans.
And the third song on the mix tape
is about you.
Which is funny since you are a republican;
so I guess song two and three go hand in hand,
unlike ours.
I wish I could of designed the cover with better words besides
"shut up" and "fuck you"
but, unfortunately whenever I think of your name now,
that's all that comes to mind.
The fourth song is about breakfast.
You love breakfast, I've always hated breakfast.
Though you did turn me onto french toast however,
you burned it and whenever I see it now
I,
want to regurgitate.
If you're wondering why the CD say
"72.8%" on it four times, its because
I just keep reminding myself that you,
are made up of 72.8% water.
You are mostly water.
A flat substance;
nothing more.
The last song on this mix tape is messy,
like the way you left me but,
you've never been much at cleaning up.
But
just like the worst lyrics in the worst pop song,
I can't stop singing you.
Searching through his bloodied clothes.
Searching for what is left.
Nothing.
With the rage, I cut into his chest.
I want his heart, for safety and comfort.
I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.
I love very bit of this heart.
You say I am a beast?
Look at you, I know you have done sins.
I am a dark being.
I love the screams and moans of pain and death.
I just don't know what happened to that little girl you had once seen.
Laughing, playing...
Now crying and imbalanced.
I have made a doll.
Just like him.
He talkes to me.
Calls me "Little Dove"
At night 'he' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.
That wretched smile drives me insane.
His a demon, bursting out if my chest.
Putting his dollish hand on my pale white cheek.
Killing me with his poisoned kiss.
In love and dead forever.
Like the very gods in my sight
Is he who sits where he can look into your
eyes, who listens close to you, to
hear the soft voice, it's sweetness murmur
In love.
It breaks my spirit
Underneath my chest all the heart is shaken
Let me only glance where you are.
The voice dies, only I can say is nothing.
My lips are stricken to silence,
Underneath my tenouos flame
Suffuses, nothing shows in front of
My eyes, my fears are muttered in thunder
The sweat breaks running upon me, fever
Shakes my body, paler I turn than grass is,
I can feel that I have been changed, I feel
That death has come near me
You are divine, so absolutely perfect,
On those rosy lips I'd like to place my kiss,
those warm arms of embrace I'd like to be held in,
and whose eyes that twinkle like the charm of the night I want to look upon.
You are my greatest wish.
