gotguanxi
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Allure to me with your bonescent,
sweat stench brought me closer.
Bone structure kept you here.
In my radius you stayed.
So nearly an artist, fickle.
Dearly departed, I miss you.
Brittle.
And I just kept saying no;
I couldn't handle you.
You must've miss understood the tone;
outspoken through the mandible.
Now I was out of my mind,
Insane at best.
Out of the body experience from inside the mind of the cranium.
Actually you were caught in cult of her anatomy.
First born in the ossification of you.
The next time he spoke,
awoken a sentiment.
The exoskeleton protected what was hiding inside.
And we decayed decayed.
His skeleton exposed; he grew on me like bones of a child.
And I've known his scent still sticks to my shell.
Under my skin and underground,
in the catacombs.
But only bones sent me here.
Just to snap back to reality
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
It took me long time to start writing again,
so I started by lifting my pen.
Keep it simple i said,
and in a second I was inspired.
At one point I was frightened I might not write again, or find the time.
I was in a different place and the moment changed in a second, and in my mind time was mine again.
Life took over and work just became me. Some choose to and some have to, it's a crying shame.
Now I'm close to where I need to be,
So I can be free and enlightened and back to the moments that I'll always hold closest to my heart and soul.
So those targets and goals were temporary,
but it turns out it's not what you have but who you are that remains permanently ingrained in your memory.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
I only became alive inside your minds eye,
caught between the landmines as we **** tried,
to break through the new unto the other side,
but under the seas I could only see the sapphire,
golden blue we knew the landslides didn’t land fine,
and punchlines soon turned into black eyes,
that blew up on the spot as we stand tired,
The lies told the truth until it transpired,
I never knew I could be burnt until I held fire.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
All you wanted was my wifi code
Why try.
I could see the veins in your head ready to explode.
Always on the line,
Trying to find sweet circumstances left behind in text messages not fresh ink.
Always on my mind, through computerised images and jpegs -
I just wanted a bit of you to save for myself in memory.
The remedy for running out of time and space,
And as I let you into mine,
The first thing you asked me as you looked me dead in the eye after a hard drive home,
was, 'Nate can you tell me what's your wifi code'
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
Proper pushing my luck holding my phone like a flair in the bath,
Protected like rubber but the ducks on it back.
I hear the echoes, confused as it sounds like a quack.
Seems that it's true that they had the last laugh.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
peanut butter and jelly
smooth crunch,
dilapidated layers,
crushed into,
nuts and margarine,
it seems those screams,
in dreams are clarity,
in reality,
whispers of margins,
so close,
shaves and wavy days,
charging in %’s in head rests,
pieces left in indents of you,
on the mattress.
The fact is,
subjective to the
context of sparks,
ignited by espionage,
rubber gloves,
the ****** scope,
from afar,
how did we cope
before they put us together,
in jars.
The antithesis,
of all we can be.
Weak at the knees.
Peanut butter and jelly,
ready to eat.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Now poetry flows like river bows,
and falls from my thoughts and
joints joined by dots like dominos,
From head to toe in the body of a maze,
These cravings keep me a slave to the page.
The million ways to say what I have to say,
but that minimum wage won’t ever pay my soul,
or pave my way to these big road goals.
With my foot on the pedal,
backside on the pedsatool,
Theres plenty of fuel for those fools,
they know me better than you.
The way I look.
The way that I moved.
Gliding inside the atmosphere,
in-between the atoms and patterns;
to clear the way into my hiding place.
The mask I’ve worn to hide my face.
The glue unstuck to keep in place,
my fears, desires and smiles so fake.
But words held me together like skeleton bones,
italics in prose to expose
those brittle tones when home alone.
To engage thoughts from dial tones,
to try to be at one,
with those we chose to grow amongst.
Engaged us together,
enraged in the way they chose to measure up.
It was never good enough from book to cover.
And they shunned us like the paragraphs
those paranoid artefacts that -
you;
were just too scared
to show to the world.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
The smell of wood polish;
sprayed unevenly on the counter top,
brought you back to life.
Back down from heaven and earth into my mind,
where you had evaded me for the longest time.
An aroma of you.
My Great Grandma.
The Greatest Grandma,
I smelt that wood polish and your memory came alive again.
For one final time.
I closed my eyes,
I was a child,
and it was almost like
you came back to life.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
When these guns salute
they’ll need roses
when the metal pops,
stemmed from the truth until the last petal falls off,
but theres no romance in the commotion of the outspoken,
left broken torso twisted into specific yoga poses,
body’s go missing of the scene like a mystery, it’s hocus pocus,
This is a cold one (cauldron) it’ll get mixed until the remix surfaces,
on track here to defeat your purpose,
crush the trachea so you can’t breathe,
they got no Eyedea (idea)
Everyday, this is one of the seven deadliest, akin to a swarm of locusts,
they lose focus in the colloquial informality of the death chosen,
expose fossils fools (fuels) make them leave earth like a Diplodocus,
awoken from a deep sleep with deep heat to the exposed wounds,
so many bodies left in old tombs we gonna be needing some more room soon.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
air
in the holes where your eyes are supposed to go,
I saw a friend, I saw you feed a soul.
No more.
Now, left in pockets of you,
those moments that I used to know;
echo, cold, a black hole echoes.
Backwards,
falling back to earth
where silence grows in the atmosphere until there’s nowhere left to go,
but home.
The patterns clear,
falling down.
and getting up,
to fall again
and shed a tear.
And we have grown.
Some say we are insane, the dark arts.
Where fear is the mind killer,
each breath is an overspill of death
and I have no time left for air.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC