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The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad—
Diviner Crowd at Home—
Obliterate the need—
And Courtesy forbid
A Host’s departure when
Upon Himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men—
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
It just bursts forth,
The violence of emotion.
It completely incapacitates,
Creating a commotion.
Chaos ensues,
It's blinking from dark to light.
Now you're left to wonder,
Who's the enemy, who to fight.
It'll be easier to hide,
To pretend none of it's real.
Because with this violence,
It's just too much to feel.
You'd rather surrender,
Rather have none of this pain.
But insanity is vicious,
And you've got no one to complain.
This violence is cruel,
The emotional battle is crippling.
You're left breathless,
As the effects are just rippling.
In the midst of this disarray,
You plead to be saved.
But they're blind to the violence,
Their indifference is just depraved.
You feel like you've gone mad,
As the chaos is just raging on,
There's no way to explain it,
So.. you just end up staying silent.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Nights, we take the boat out
paddle our way green through water
swum by inlet waves, full moon apace
shadowy, ancient tribal faced
lose all trace of the shore, black
but for phosphorescence
glowing, trailing from the oars
a haunting ghostly art
green and breathing, disappearing
back into darkness, swallowed
by black water, by night
strange this death,
this rebirth and breath
felt in each and every moment.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Surely, there is a word somewhere for the feeling of being
On the brink of creative explosion
But letting the feeling fester and die away, barely acknowledged,
While rain drops fall across the windowpane.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Light-ray kiss'd skin,
taught like work boot leather
in dagger smoothed cuff, shirt loosen'd.
He palate licks as he squints,
a primal youthful wit, daring insofar as
the shoulders broad and clenched,
coiled and relaxed,
and restrained.
His stretching hands crawl
sense and twitch
like legs of tarantulas
beating to the sharp strings
of guitar stings,
yet not he be unabashedly
gripped away from focus.
The outstretch of his serpentine back,
once filled with poisonous confidence,
will unhinge jaw-dropping shoulders
Fang the wheel
'til a turnout screech and heel,
burning rubber as his sun-glistening
hair'd arms coil back into the gears a-
shift,
shift,
shift.
Music to his ears,
of turbulent pistons pushing steam.
Hot wet steel smashing
inside bright loud sparking vacuums,
oozing to a cough
of the last thrusting.
Dare not he who keenly sees.
He sees said finish line,
'Tis all enough necessity
fit for one with pure integrity;
if should so challenger dare attest
he, shine down and saddle up...
This young handsome is beastly struck.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
When you miss someone
The amount of time they are away shouldn't matter
You miss them the same on the last minute of their absence as you did on the very first moment they left your sight
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Because you prefer it
Winding down with a stranger in bed
Your prayers and future lost
Better fasting in mind
With a heart that jumps too freely
Just a window glow
As night comes for these shards
Your swiftly torn undercarriage
Vexed to the incalculable
Bleeding out under hot water faucets
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
This is a low budget film. All I can tell you -
The protagonist is a woman in blue shorts.
Maybe you should call her a girl. Sunday
service on the radio. A dog trots alongside
the drivers door. Her door, her four door
car. A two mile stretch of highway lies to
the camera, reaches its fingers to the ending credits like reaching up a skirt.
Her dog. Her sunset oils up the sticky seats.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
We are lost humans, with lost minds, lost souls, lost hearts. We are the generation lost. Lost in anyway. Lost in the world, with perfectly running brains we don't use. Lost love, lost lovers.The product: lost children.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Tell me anything you want
Let's try the things they say we can't
Go on an adventure today
So tomorrow we'll have something to say
Together, let's run hand in hand
We'll go to a place called "Neverland"
I'll whisper in your ear
"Let's stay here my dear
Forever...
So I will love you until the end."
He leaned down and held my face,
I closed my eyes as his lips came towards mine.
And then I knew it was only just a dream.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC