She's got me involved and needing
One more kiss and I'll be just fine
Let me follow your perfect leading
Wait who's that , I thought you were mine ?
Who cares let's jump the question
The answer spawned from conversation
It's just like a dream I've seen before
You held him again and i wondered why
Everything I did just seemed like a bore
You looked right past and left me to die
I ran after and screamed out your name
How can you say that we're not the same ?
As you held me down and bruised my skin
Tore me apart with a comb in my hair
Watched me shake as it began to thin
Scared of the truth - how about a dare ?
Too dumb to talk - what should I do ?
I think I'm a mute - how about you ?
Let's get off on our minimal trauma
Lame post-dramatic sorrow competitions
Let's dance another dance with Karma
Turn our happiness into contradiction
I'll jot it down and read you a story
Paint out a picture - exist in a memory
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
As I stain this page in crimson ink
your eyes leak out a serene sadness
I'm dying to see you out of desperation
So I cut myself and begin to drink
All this worry drenched in emptiness
Couldn't spare me an ounce of motivation
Can I come over and kiss you heart?
Or should I continue to write this mess?
Lonely as can be with all of these I's
I'm thinking of you to pretend I'm an art
I just writhe in self reflection I guess
I feel so much better than those simple guys
Prancing around like chivalry isn't dead
I'd just like to shine a dimming light
A retrospect on what all this really meant
Every time I sat silent and hung my head
A grim satisfaction told me not to fight
For all these hellish ends are heaven sent
I'll just meet a friend and start another fad
Who would of thought that love was a trend
So here comes the procession of tragedy
I can't really say that sorrow makes me sad
I'm just ashamed I don't care to lend
Another conversation to see you through this comedy
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
A perfect expedient for a lonely boy
Mind full of ice and the thoughts to enjoy
Sleepwalk for days alone in this head
No speech exchange with the shadows instead
Compensated fulfillment of destructions company
Ensnaring a sensation devoid of sincerity
Like a method acting on itself unknowingly
Day long trips to the convenience proctor
Second spent hours at the Ill head doctor
Conversing with stutter as if I'm a linguist
A joke in a riddle or a bow on a cyst
Apparent to the cast that I've kissed her lips
Synthetic light pouring upon this reality eclipse
Stimulating my paranoia like a gnarled ***** to vice grips
Re-establishing a tie with the numbing agent
Has been as therapy is when happiness is absent
What a dream to hold in such boundless admiration
To be witty and bold within my own creation
Yet so wonderfully mundane from my peers perspective
I may stray back to this gaze so seductive
A date this alluring just might be productive
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Somewhere near the tree
a decadence of mangled limbs
Watching as the roots undo
Into skeletal remains of growth
Exhaling all that air
Just to crash and burn
A poignant point to state
As this graveyard planet resumes
Waste away all the days
On this rock up in the sky
No resistance can be met
When you're merely here to die
What we call our problems-
Are just self centered complaints
Excuses to find meaning
In this worthless empty place
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
This heart is a symbolic semblance
Of the constitution that we pretend
To know that we feel and apprehend
A literal presentation of emotion
Is this an excuse for our lack of confirmation?
Could we portray what we mean without what's relative?
Is this all that you've come to see?
Or am I just a try hard with an over blown ego?
Have I just stated what is already prevalent ?
An egotist mind within your own assumptions
would be just as forbidding as it's own relativity
To claim that this love is so endlessly brilliant
A cackle from the nothingness of self assurance
The seldom thoughts that lay in dilapidation
Could be seen if it weren't that pride
Was the only benefactor to your own pleasure
And , if it's a must to be who you are
Then why the **** do you strive so hard ?
To be something that you already were
A human being with nothing but humility
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
We once knew a girl
Polite and cold to the touch
Icy slopes that called her home
Still young and yet to unfurl
Words cut short saying so much
Died in her sleep writing a poem
Passed through a dream that night
Angels lifting from the blanket hug
Daylight came and she couldn't wake
Greeting father rose to the morbid fright
Grasped her hand and began to tug
Cried a hymn he just couldn't take
Friends at school didn't know she was gone
Laughed profusely 'til the deafening announcement
The intercom obituary stuttered and hallowed
That the golden lock girl had moved on
Pulling the threads of most at that moment
The closer of them mourned and bellowed
Noon grew somber and tears were of many
The girls held each other so firmly
The boys grew silent and shed what they could
Plans were made to remember the memory
A lot one over glistened with suited formality
I didn't attend and I regret as I should
In a flash she went there
In the flash she'll stay here
It's all flash after all....
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Look at me, I swear I'm clean!
Or atleast I do allude;
To existing in a conform
The terra o' delude
In a ****** reform
Or atleast living I mean
Dance with me, I swear I jive
to a tune of jubilee;
Lowly as obscurity
Repulsive swinging gypsies;
Wriggle in obscenity
Atleast i'm alive...
with Pals once high on relations;
We've lost our ties and inspiration
Ignorantly unhumbled and blinded;
A bitter temptation as the lime did
Oh desire!
You're sending such morse signals
Oh desire!
What have I done to you?
Oh desire!
Tell me the truth- nothing trivial
Oh desire!
Look what I've done to you...
I tried to find an easy way;
Can't say **** but I say it anyway
All choked up on it anywho;
High on me - Dried on you
Oh desire!
You make me cry
Oh desire!
We're both bad liars
Oh desire!
want to dye?
Oh desire!
Dance of fire!
A man does love
Desires' hips
seer of this
Ale axes hint
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
If one is one
And two is four
Do daylight flies
Eat the dusk pies?
Share their lore
Just for some fun?
What could a story be
If language was a buzz
Like this tongue we speak
A kiss from lip to cheek
A tale of what once was
The love of he and she
Romance veiling boredom
Happy lives in smiles missed
They passed by slowly
With necro-eyes wide and owly
Getting high on to-do-lists
Pretty people say hey and um
Then death makes it's round
He melts our heads together
Into a lasting human regret
Haunts where lovers met
Leaving nothing but rainy weather
In hellish ends and heaven frowns
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Upon this birth of chaotic life
We label our feelings as prosperity and strife
Trivial perception Of these emotive sensations leave us blind
To find is to find meaning in the body you stand
One may question the magicians' ability to alter the exterior
Yet anything physical and with mass is prone the interior
Such is the same with emotions- none can tell a virtue certainly
For the man who speaks in absolute shall lie grotesquely
A religious sect might say on is greater than the other
And, that this mortal race has but one mother
Being confined to such a notion is narrow at best
As the wise know nothing is true until rest
To bide and live with bliss is a mans' honest goal
Claiming rare affection and grief for no toll
To expand the single thought into a dual apprehension
This is that and that is this is a beautiful comprehension
For would birth be the start if there was no end?
And, death as a conclusion if not that *** had commenced it?
As goes for destruction as a looming factor
To destroy one must contain or be the reactor
Could the pacifist still show harmony if not for aggression?
And, rage not seem so hanus if not for it's opposite procession?
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
I've grown so weary over these bland days
Of derelict caverns in the smiling youth
Engrossed within this perpetual phase
Of this disassociation from will to mouth
Its vain to be kindred with a free spirit
When you're the only person to hear it
These unending conversations with no reply
Have left me content with an arbitor silence
With my questions and answers in short supply
This depravity ridden with failing patience
I could write a fitting quote that is all my own
But,it's better to be stepped on than left all alone
I once heard those words in the presence of god
He laughed in my face with a screech in my ear
Shoved hell in my view and I gave him a nod
For the terror it shows is all that we fear
This is written on walls with blood as the ink
I saw it that day and I began to think
What will we take away from this earth?
Can memory live longer that a thought?
Could we remember our life before birth?
Or will we just blend into void and rot?
I begin to ask what is the greater release?
The pleasures of relief or to merely cease?
... And,These weeks go by without a single toil
I wake every day just as the sun will set
This world turns and waits to be spoiled
I fail to see how resistence can be met
When existence is naught but the dawn of the end
A handful of dust and our pride to defend
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC