My body is a sailing ship;
It braves the rise and falls of waves,
Tossed and tumbled in every tempest,
Its lungs ripped and torn by the fickle wind,
Its ribbed belly bloated with the treasures of life,
The spines erected from its back kiss the clouds,
And the *** bleeds through its tar skin.
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The seven seas that it sails,
And these storms and torrents that change its course,
Embody its existance,
Cucooned in the harsh reality of living.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
Tasting the malice
Of true love's poison
In a gold chalice
On life's horizon
Fear of memories
Of cold, dead pictures
Stood in cemetries
As stone fixtures
True love will provide
Its own antidote
And cure the inside
Of this lonely boat
That sails empty seas
Of poor lover's pleas
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
I'm chained to this wall,
A belt round my neck,
Tongue tied, cannot call,
My heart's a ship wreck,
Sunken to the soul,
Where no light enters,
Just like this hell hole,
Where insanity centres,
Encaging patients,
Deemed untreatable,
Losing their patience,
With nurses incapable,
Of treating our minds,
The pain in our veins,
Or pain they can't find,
"Hopeless" they claim,
But in this darkness,
Fear is controlling,
Just like the madness,
Existing in the nursing,
And pain turns to death,
As rain turns to tears,
While they take their last breath,
For screams that last years
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
The night fills the day,
With endless sorrow,
Where the lost can't stay,
And none to follow,
There's kids on corners,
Selling their small pills,
Roaming like mourners,
Searching for some thrills,
Boys with raw knuckles,
Girls with bruised faces,
Tied down with buckles,
In hidden places,
Everywhere you go,
Darkness will follow,
This is not a place,
But a state of mind,
With no signs to trace,
And no light to find.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
You phone me at quarter-to-eleven,
Telling me that you belong in heaven,
But you are only intoxicated,
And now that I've been inocculated,
With this long, never-ending depression,
I know how to accept your confession.
But don't you try to find reasons to go,
Because I will instinctively follow,
So let me collect your tears in my palm,
And soothe your forehead 'til you're coldly calm,
So that you forget about ****** blades,
And let this frightening fear slowly fade.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
With the sun long behind us,
We lay with our bodies entwined,
Captivated by our previous intimacy,
And you do not need to hear me say,
Three simple words,
Or eight petty letters,
For my actions speak for me
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
We deem ourselves broken,
And unworthy of each other,
But when we draw close,
Our fragments and shards align,
And we become whole again
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Rooftop nights,
Sitting...staring at sights,
Spinning vinyl's,
Long love tunnels,
Heading down south,
Past your red mouth,
Mechanical lust at full throttle,
Knocking over cider bottles,
You are my drug.
Fill me up.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
I'm afraid I lost your affection in last night's sheets,
Along with your blunt words of love,
That were drowned in beer bottles,
And stuffed into ripped-off clothes.
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Now, this may be the death of us,
And with scythes He will take you away,
And to put this quite bluntly, Darling,
He won't comfort your petty mourning.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Seconds become hours with her,
Moments treasured in the safety of memory,
Her presense seeds a sense of security,
And her very touch entwines a bond of emotion,
Like soft autumn, her hair falls like willow branches,
Which lay in the pending snowy blanket of her skin,
A lunar cycle may pass,
But a viewer would have only taken in a small amount of her beauty,
Unlike myself, who sees her for who she really is:
Past the eternal and ageless beauty,
Is a hollow cavern of emptiness,
Carved out by the chizzels of heart-breakers and love-leavers,
What she does not realise though,
Is that her brokeness can be mended,
And her hollow heart filled with nourishing love,
By my tender and patient presense,
For what is a plant without soil for stability?
Let her root her pain in my skin,
So she may blossom for the coming spring,
And walk with me into the following summer
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC