alan650 - Hello Poetry

Desire paired with loneliness Is quite the ugly pair Light the rooms inside my heart My guts exposed threadbare And I ponder, And I ponder All these mountains with no view And my wanderlust takes over While my troglodyte subdues Desperation paired with insanity Is quite the gruesome two You foam at mouth and commiserate With hallucinating beasts inside of you And I float there, And I float there In this vat of carcinogens strong Perfect aim meets jugular My cat and mouse shan't take too long! Reason paired with logic Is a fable wrapped in dreams There's people who are sane out there? No neurosis bursting at their seams? As I sit here, As I sit here Etching brainsick into stone The faces of my personal Rushmore A mocking comfort (I'm not alone!) Enmity paired with self-affliction Are the volcanoes I prepare No need for collusion or invaders I'm my own Cotopaxi terror!

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC

alan650

Cotopaxi

Desire paired with loneliness Is quite the ugly pair Light the rooms inside my heart My guts exposed threadbare And I ponder, And I ponder All these mountains with no view And my wanderlust takes over While my troglodyte subdues Desperation paired with insanity Is quite the gruesome two You foam at mouth and commiserate With hallucinating beasts inside of you And I float there, And I float there In this vat of carcinogens strong Perfect aim meets jugular My cat and mouse shan't take too long! Reason paired with logic Is a fable wrapped in dreams There's people who are sane out there? No neurosis bursting at their seams? As I sit here, As I sit here Etching brainsick into stone The faces of my personal Rushmore A mocking comfort (I'm not alone!) Enmity paired with self-affliction Are the volcanoes I prepare No need for collusion or invaders I'm my own Cotopaxi terror!

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FELICITY By Alan Stallsmith In search of felicity I befriended despair Drudging up past demons That I should have left there These memories haunt These insecurities roar Sometimes my mind Doesn't know what it's for I grasped so tight My hands they bled I slept so long This life's a bed Awaken! Awaken! Demand brand new! Take action! Take action! This can't always be you! These days haven't ended And the clock's hands still move And this life is a train Conducted by you So in meeting felicity I looked in the eyes of despair Said "Thanks for the memories. But I no longer live there"

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC

alan650

Felicity

FELICITY By Alan Stallsmith In search of felicity I befriended despair Drudging up past demons That I should have left there These memories haunt These insecurities roar Sometimes my mind Doesn't know what it's for I grasped so tight My hands they bled I slept so long This life's a bed Awaken! Awaken! Demand brand new! Take action! Take action! This can't always be you! These days haven't ended And the clock's hands still move And this life is a train Conducted by you So in meeting felicity I looked in the eyes of despair Said "Thanks for the memories. But I no longer live there"

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NIGHT SKY'S LAMENT By Alan Stallsmith Remember the time Charioteer seemed to be our own? We knew its galaxy path by memorization as a secret only the two of us shared. Remember when we soared high with Birds Of Paradise? Oh how the spectrum would leave us breathless as the Winged Horse trotted quietly across the sky. But these days I only taste the smoke of Dragon. The Water Serpent pulls me under lonely ocean. And I would grab constellations for you as they light up the night but your eyes as distant as Andromeda and Berenice's Hair is now covered in shame. For I can no longer try to tear you from Cassiopeia's shallow spell because Vanity has become your Northern Crown. So I reminisce instead, with broken compass in hand, a shard of hope that Perseus will bring you back to me, exactly as you were when the universe began.

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC

alan650

Night Sky's Lament

NIGHT SKY'S LAMENT By Alan Stallsmith Remember the time Charioteer seemed to be our own? We knew its galaxy path by memorization as a secret only the two of us shared. Remember when we soared high with Birds Of Paradise? Oh how the spectrum would leave us breathless as the Winged Horse trotted quietly across the sky. But these days I only taste the smoke of Dragon. The Water Serpent pulls me under lonely ocean. And I would grab constellations for you as they light up the night but your eyes as distant as Andromeda and Berenice's Hair is now covered in shame. For I can no longer try to tear you from Cassiopeia's shallow spell because Vanity has become your Northern Crown. So I reminisce instead, with broken compass in hand, a shard of hope that Perseus will bring you back to me, exactly as you were when the universe began.

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EPIPHANY By Alan Stallsmith My bedroom. The sight of half empty glass and appetite of full sorrow stomach. I touch nothing and am crushed by everything. The rain. The wind. The silence. I wonder onto the balcony of memories, close my eyes, and jump headfirst. Your statue towers over my house and casts shadows upon the walls I've built. I reach out for your hand and touch the sharp end of things you've said. The lies. The placebos. The promises. I wonder down the staircase into the basement of my heart. Your eyes haunt the four chambers and tear me into two. I cling to the mirage with red hands and white knuckles. The euphoria. The safety. The inferno. I wonder up the staircase of my mind. Your statue's fragments are shattered upon my front lawn. Bitter pill. Agonizing loneliness. Nostalgia. I wonder to the burn pile of my soul, strike a match, and set ablaze your madness. I will not allow you to **** me anymore! I will not allow you to transform my life into an airless, strangulating deja vu! I will not allow your existance to be my woe! I bid thee farewell! Epiphany as burden melts like butter. The smell of rain! The sound of wind! Silence isn't a bad thing when your mind's been so loud for so long! I always hated the walls that I built around me anyways! The sight of half full glass and appetite of an empty stomach. I reach out my hands and touch the freedom on the greener side. The truth. The hopefulness. The joy. I wonder up the staircase of my mind and open the window.

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC

alan650

Epiphany

EPIPHANY By Alan Stallsmith My bedroom. The sight of half empty glass and appetite of full sorrow stomach. I touch nothing and am crushed by everything. The rain. The wind. The silence. I wonder onto the balcony of memories, close my eyes, and jump headfirst. Your statue towers over my house and casts shadows upon the walls I've built. I reach out for your hand and touch the sharp end of things you've said. The lies. The placebos. The promises. I wonder down the staircase into the basement of my heart. Your eyes haunt the four chambers and tear me into two. I cling to the mirage with red hands and white knuckles. The euphoria. The safety. The inferno. I wonder up the staircase of my mind. Your statue's fragments are shattered upon my front lawn. Bitter pill. Agonizing loneliness. Nostalgia. I wonder to the burn pile of my soul, strike a match, and set ablaze your madness. I will not allow you to **** me anymore! I will not allow you to transform my life into an airless, strangulating deja vu! I will not allow your existance to be my woe! I bid thee farewell! Epiphany as burden melts like butter. The smell of rain! The sound of wind! Silence isn't a bad thing when your mind's been so loud for so long! I always hated the walls that I built around me anyways! The sight of half full glass and appetite of an empty stomach. I reach out my hands and touch the freedom on the greener side. The truth. The hopefulness. The joy. I wonder up the staircase of my mind and open the window.

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UMBRAGE By Alan Stallsmith There's umbrage, in loneliness I feed off its sad As an oxygen laced with Stubble of little glass My unattainable muse Photographic In my mind's memory Keeps me yearning Exquisitely alive And killing me Mad With desire.

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC

alan650

Umbrage

UMBRAGE By Alan Stallsmith There's umbrage, in loneliness I feed off its sad As an oxygen laced with Stubble of little glass My unattainable muse Photographic In my mind's memory Keeps me yearning Exquisitely alive And killing me Mad With desire.

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Asylum And you melt me like wax Into a statue of need Molded by the intensity of those eyes For my bones weren't built to endure The sprains and the broken The lunacy of my psychosis Is something I cannot explain And you cut me like blade Into a monument of pain Slit to reveal a barren land For my senses aren't quick to wed The difference between love and apathy The fervor that is my lonely Is something I cannot restrain And you choke me like noose In a room ever so empty Decorated by walls of fable For brother folly and insane Meet sister obsess and possess The wildfire that is my mad heart Is something I cannot contain

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC

alan650

Asylum

Asylum And you melt me like wax Into a statue of need Molded by the intensity of those eyes For my bones weren't built to endure The sprains and the broken The lunacy of my psychosis Is something I cannot explain And you cut me like blade Into a monument of pain Slit to reveal a barren land For my senses aren't quick to wed The difference between love and apathy The fervor that is my lonely Is something I cannot restrain And you choke me like noose In a room ever so empty Decorated by walls of fable For brother folly and insane Meet sister obsess and possess The wildfire that is my mad heart Is something I cannot contain

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COZY CONVERSATION OVER COFFEE By Alan Stallsmith And I'm acclimated to sabotage With my very own hands Who needs enemies? When I have me. Understand? I craft my own jail cells With very fine steel I build my own graveyards The sarcophagus is real! Now I don't mean to boast But I undermine well And when it comes to subterfuge I am the reason Rome fell I've mastered the art Of public smiles and covert pain For when someone needs consoling You know this guy is game! I try to dress to impress To be disguised as a yuppy I'm the guy who cries wolf When it's an adorable puppy Flawless self-affliction It's an addiction of sorts Healthy and beaming? Or suffering for sport? I'll paint you a beautiful picture Of rainbows and golden sun Then I'll secretly torch it And scream "What have YOU done?!" Oh my dear friend! Look at the time! Thanks for letting me vent But I don't want to whine! This coffee is amazing It's just the boost I was needing It's a shame about your arms Never leave a lesion bleeding! I have a psychiatrist appointment Glad my self awareness is great At least the weather looks grand I really hope I'm not too late! So just remember I'm happy I have never been better And I brought you a gift I hope you like sweaters!

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Jan 6, 2018

Jan 6, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC

alan650

Cozy Conversation Over Coffee

COZY CONVERSATION OVER COFFEE By Alan Stallsmith And I'm acclimated to sabotage With my very own hands Who needs enemies? When I have me. Understand? I craft my own jail cells With very fine steel I build my own graveyards The sarcophagus is real! Now I don't mean to boast But I undermine well And when it comes to subterfuge I am the reason Rome fell I've mastered the art Of public smiles and covert pain For when someone needs consoling You know this guy is game! I try to dress to impress To be disguised as a yuppy I'm the guy who cries wolf When it's an adorable puppy Flawless self-affliction It's an addiction of sorts Healthy and beaming? Or suffering for sport? I'll paint you a beautiful picture Of rainbows and golden sun Then I'll secretly torch it And scream "What have YOU done?!" Oh my dear friend! Look at the time! Thanks for letting me vent But I don't want to whine! This coffee is amazing It's just the boost I was needing It's a shame about your arms Never leave a lesion bleeding! I have a psychiatrist appointment Glad my self awareness is great At least the weather looks grand I really hope I'm not too late! So just remember I'm happy I have never been better And I brought you a gift I hope you like sweaters!

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