the end
looks a lot like me;
b i l l o w e d,
(( s h r o u d e d )),
rain c l o u d eyes.
twįstęd tongues
which speak in lies.
mælstrøm mind
manipulates,
-&-
measured malice
concentrates.
dosing mostly those
that mean the most to me.
and though it be the me
that I try not to be,
t h e e n d
looks a lot like me.
-@gonegonegoner-
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
pour your problems out,
and ill drink them down, keeping
you safe satiates.
-@NoMortalDreams-
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
each time that
m y m o u t h m i s s e s y o u r s
my jaw clicks,
just a little bit.
raw, red, renegade
everlast lips,
embraced by my face with
c r u s h i n g,
punishing hits.
south paw kid
so i always lean left,
but you can view through me
so there's no defense left
i know it's a battle
to win at all cost.
but
m y b o d y
wasn't built
to lose how we lost.
-@NoMortalDreams-
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
this place has some strange ways of pulling you
u n d e r
the world feels so small and there's no time to
w o n d e r
about the places my mind wants when it
w a n d e r s
- - -
i rack my brain and i
try to
remember
the way that it felt way too warm for
november
and the way that it felt like her mood changed the weather
and how i'll spend forever just trying
to
forget her
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
what would it take
to fill perfectly
a page with line
after t i g h t r o p e line
of the way your cheeks puff
when you've had enough, or
the way your breath bounds
from your body when
i say 'we were made for love'?
what it would take
i do not have. for
i do not have you,
and without you,
my pen will not move.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
*Nothing was lonely.
the weight of his dark.
the waste of his light.
Nothing was alone.*
Nothing needed Something, but
there was only Nothing there.
there was only Nothing before.
there is only Nothing after.
only during, was ever there not only Nothing.
only during, did Nothing have Something.
*Something was lovely.
the state of her heart.
the taste of her lips.
Something was love.*
and
Nothing could not have
wanted Something more
but
as the saying goes;
*you can't have
Something for Nothing.*
-@NoMortalDreams-
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Were you weak,
I would not worry.
Would I know that
you would return to me?
I don't. And I won't.
And still I do not worry.
I worry because
you are not weak, and
I would love you
even if you were.
-@NoMortalDreams-
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Maybe the cold-hardened truth is;
you're cold hearted and ruthless.
Like a child, you're toothless
and clawless.
You are flawless.
You are wild.
Did I say "flawless"?
I meant "lawless".
The "f" is silent like all
the times you eye-fucked me.
But I'll admit now that I ****** me.
Now, I'm awesomely awe-less.
I stare outside where it's wet,
like the way you say I make you.
Drops landing, soaking trembling grass.
We're dangerous and moral-less,
and I wonder if I make your
body feel anything anymore, or less.
- @NoMortalDreams -
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
These days
I mostly dream in ghosts.
I do this so you haunt me.
I knew so many parts of you,
even those you didn't want me to.
So young then, with such small hands.
No pain on them yet remarked.
How could it be those same small hands
could guide my aimless dark?
These ways
I wander caused her to wonder
if I was hunted or I, the hunter.
But she's not afraid of sinking ships,
she fears the thought of going under.
Her eyes were set to show me
all the lives we'd lived before.
Her mind was set on love and lovers.
But my heart was full of war.
The shame
it seems, is while I dream
should be the only view, to
let me see the frames that
feature scenes of me and you.
Shame, our bodies left our souls
to grow apart and so alone then.
But hearts, it happens, aren't so big
that small hands cannot hold them.
So until the time when we align, until
a version of you and yours is mine, a life
where we are is 'we're' and we are 'we';
Hold my hands in graveyard dreams.
-@NoMortalDreams-
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC