what a dream
you're with me again
and the sun rises with such gleam
on your angel's skin
feeling your angel's kiss
entering your angel's bliss
and you're just so pretty
and you're with me
in my head
for sadly
you are dead
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 3:46 AM UTC
i may not have wings does that mean i was never an angel?
what if the time just stopped
and everything sat still
including me including you
and our memories cant haunt me any longer
with your tail and your tongue you charmed me
the flags reflecting off of your skin remind me
of when i was alive
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 3:45 AM UTC
whilst tearing his mind and heart to shreds, i screech into the dead of night. i ask for a response, a reply, a ray of clarity. when that transparency comes i will not know. for i am plagued by the need for destruction. it blinds me! through slurping his brain and removal of the legs, i stay collected. i know what i have done, or i believe i do.
searching for the light, i take myself outside. i leave him sprawled out on the floor. he looks his best this way. the sidewalk has become a banshee, and it will never stop squealing. to avoid this conversation, i walk through the grass instead. my red stained shoes become green stained shoes. maybe this is the sign i needed. THIS is my clarity.
walking back home through the grass, i am elite. i am the great, and the only greater is the dead. thats why i put him down. he wanted to be great. the grass taught me this. the blades cleanse me, and i walk anew. the sidewalk shames me and believed i would stain it red. what's so wrong with that anyway? why is beige any better? the sidewalk should be as accepting as the grass, but it won't be. the grass that does get through the cracks, becomes lifeless—dead. the sidewalk isnt immortal, but i am. the grass isnt immortal, but i am.
inside we meet again. i want to be the greatest of the dead too. my soul cannot rest until i become the greatest.
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
an ancient moon collides with shadows on the yonder;
wander the forbidden forge, soon stars will blunder,
the All, scourged with lore from daemons ashore--
it breaks and roars as we dance forevermore;
free your core from the chains wrapped around the golden door,
see sand drift and shake becoming nothing for
man has left his kingdom and begun to soar,
and Malkuth was always such a boring chore--
consumed by things that ought to be deplored;
watch as i cut my mortal cord!
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.
Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.
Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.
Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
In life we are born and we die
And in-between we figure out why
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,
and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;
I cannot move you with any language made up by man.
Love is the only only language I could touch you with
If you only knew how much I could love you.
If you knew I love you;
If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
i'm looking at the bridge
i long to drive on it
the beautiful view of the sea
it calls me
i'm driving on the bridge
i long to stand on it
the beautiful view of speeding cars
it calls me
i'm standing on the bridge
i long to sit on the edge
the beautiful view of below
it calls me
i'm sitting on the edge of the bridge
i long to jump off
the beautiful feel of the thrashing waves
it calls me
i'm jumping off the bridge
i long to look again
the beautiful view of the structure
it calls me
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
i left my toothpaste at home on purpose
i went to your house for fun
you looked so nice
longing stares
it's time for bed
oops i forgot my toothpaste
can i use yours
yeah? thanks
mwah
oh, so you use mint flavor?
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC