Tame a little vestige of flame,
Afraid, you hide your shame.
The truer it is, the more wrong you are.
Out of place, out of shape,
melodies catering to distaste.
Brittle glass, like wasted hope,
Orchestrating a washed up trope.
Cover it up, ***** it out.
Tiny spark of true self,
Left to linger, by yourself.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
Do me a favor, strike your lighter,
Give me your soul, your fire.
Inhale the dancing fog,
Chase your tail, you dog.
Do another lap, don't be a slob.
Blur your brain into eternity,
Shackle your mind without disparity.
Draw the gray curtain over your eyes,
Emerald, amber, chestnut?
Does it matter if I forget or not?
Hold it down until it burns,
One more time before my heart unfurls.
Exhale your feelings like fireflies,
Watch them how they settle down.
Deep inside I can do no wrong.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
The screech of a makeshift roof
A faint echo of my heart as proof.
Serves to dignify my life,
The fruit I've grown should have been ripe.
Inching closer to madness,
Within the pit I've now fallen, so careless.
A gray postule pulsates on my nerves, oozing pus.
The infinite subconscious maw is consuming us.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Lipstick stains my shirt,
red like a speck of blood
smells of amber and wood.
Figurative like a dagger’s point.
A swift, preemptive approach,
a faithful sinner’s broach.
Punctured mind, drained,
red wine numbs me to faint
relentless, battering pain.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
You are dropped off at a shady part of town,
neon lights surround you, they are cascading,
you don’t know where to go, you are their clown.
a briefcase in your ****** hand, fascinating
how easy it is to slip and fall, graceful landing its not.
Masterful plans in motion, gearing up for promotion,
Handouts for the lost souls wandering the streets of devotion.
Wage slaves, suit and tie, tight rubber band and an injection.
Your little baggage is ticking, tick-tock.
Run for your life through dirt ridden alleyways,
Closing doors of sanity behind a tight lock,
See the faceless amalgamation of people, life finds a way.
Finds a way, to take your last breath away.
Your lust for carnal pleasures is a weakness,
This blade that cuts the thread of passion is your mistress.
Your body will reject your non-organic heart, don’t stress.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
A message to the past and the future
not for the faint of heart, crass.
A lonely whisky bottle made for rapture
now floating towards capture
enraptured for the cycle of life.
Cyclical and lyrical mysticism,
lyricists binding ciphers, skinning with a knife
ride through a maze with the pied piper, don’t fight.
We idolize with holy reverence what a reference,
follow around with perseverance and benevolence.
I got a secret for you that might kick up some dirt,
But, hush, don’t get too constipated *** this might hurt,
Listen, here is the deal:
Head towards your following,
amass your biblical seal,
but you’ll get knocked down with zeal,
and you’ll feel the loving embrace of fear!
Cyclical and lyrical mysticism,
lyricists binding ciphers, skinning with a knife
ride through a maze with the pied piper, don’t fight.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
A neon light, ad-libbed prison
laced with a hint of acrillyc poison
hiding within the booming echo.
the echo of a million memos.
Memories of still beating hearts,
realizing you've played your cards.
Shades of infinite colors
stopping all your motor
functions, like a good night's kiss
made with a lethal dose of bliss.
Clicking Glock in an alleyway,
Ticking clock in a hazy sway.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
Breathe life into my soul,
Animate me like a doll,
Use those strings as you wish,
Move me around on a whim.
Display this tale for the audience,
It is quite hale, what a rowdy dance.
Bitter tasting, spilt alcohol,
Dropping you like etanol.
Like an unfinished stitch,
leaves you with an itch.
Look at the display this doll shows,
What a laughing stock it sows.
Far from me to judge,
but you are quite the fudge.
It is time to take over,
this show's over.
Now the attention is on me,
audience wide-eyed so it must be.
I will now take what is fine,
Your soul is forfeit, just like mine.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
A faint echo of the rain
Leaving the streets in pain,
Gradually calming calamity,
Lonely streets of sanctity.
Upon a rusted sewer grate
He lies, a broken waste.
Broken without sobriety,
Addicted to the melody.
The melody of the rain,
Elaborate, fervent dancing,
Mesmerizing bringer of rust.
A kaleidoscope of street lights,
Waylaid by the rain's knights.
Puddles of crystal clear sight,
Markers of an addict's delight.
The thumping of machinery,
A means to an end for humanity
Transport me to your city,
Bloated with delight and pity.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
She had a mirror with a fluorescent scar,
A tiny fraction of her mind displayed on a star.
She was scared and confused like no other,
wishing she could see her mother.
Putrid air in a damp alley, fuming angrily
Hilrien hurry, stake's on your vitality.
City streets near highways of lethality,
Abandoned corners on her mind's vast mentality.
She searched high and low with a broken mirror in tow.
Called out many a times, only to be met with a no.
Hilrien slow down, your heart is aching, surely you most know.
Listen, obey and hear the cacophony of your mind's woe.
She screams refusal, it echoes through the halls,
Reverberating through her soul's walls.
Hilrien had a mirror and a heart, presented with a call
Displayed for all to see, on a vast white shawl.
Hilrien has a mirror and a blank stare,
she is dancing in her past without a care.
Resigned in a pool of emptiness with a heart case
Wishing she had a purpose to chase.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC