I've never been good with metaphors
but you are
(by far)
so if I try and liken you
to a rose, or a star, or some wind,
I'm afraid you'll just find it cliché
when in reality, I don't know how to say that
you're the most beautiful creature
and if you
had thorns, I'd still hold you
just as tightly as I do now
that
you've given me light,
life, and
i can easily locate your mouth
in the dark
that
you have more power over my life
than you realize
you put stars in my eyes
and knocked
me to the ground
but I know you know
I love you
because I never miss the second round
even though
I can't very well
compare you (without the use of "like" or "as")
to anything clever without sounding dumb
I think you are aware
of where I'm coming from
I'm in awe of you
and I've succumbed
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
the cold, white building has been abandoned for seven years today.
what was once a majestic foundation for the analysis of a humanity, now an empty fable of
gargantuan men in
laboratory suits
and young women who thirsted to follow in the footsteps of the
honorable Florence.
The sanguine fluids left from the yesterdays and the yesterdays seep and transude into the
holy grounds of the asylum.
no man, no beast dares to disturb the forsaken soil,
the venerable clay loam out of which grows the neverending carnage of body and flesh.
lost voices of a
thousand schizophrenics
still scream
from the silent operations of their euthanasia.
the lands have not lied under the unadulterated, pure heavens since the genesis of
H. sapiens himself. This “wise, knowing man” has
doused and suffocated
the flame that radiated prospect, leaving the wide, exquisite cosmos
no more than a nefarious expanse of chaos and dismay.
The structure, the edifice of what was intended for
knowledge and bounty,
has indeed fallen
victim
to the inauspicious prophecy that they molded and sculpted themselves.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Earth: our ominous all-mother,
she, the greater good:
the interminable fountain out of which stems life and vivacity itself
always reaching
and grasping for the abstruse azure heavens above.
her hair never stops growing. the mites and parasites never cease to fester her scalp. She is growing and changing and rotting and dying. but where death comes, there is no long interval until more
life.
the liveliness is everywhere; it promotes to all faces and regions and niches. Multiplying, begetting, propagating. all for the greater good of our orb and its inhabitants. Most dwellers are humble and solicitous toward her, and learn to keep a vigilant eye
as she can be so
forceful and violent.
She does have, however, one rascal who believes that the globe belongs all to Himself.
He is the man.
He has a masterful gift, yes. He is profound and competent. He forges the impractical query into a conclusive answer. He, however, is also egocentric and pompous, and He sees her as a specimen to which
He has the rights to dismember and pervert.
He makes a mess of her unique vistas. He tramples and stamps on her face, running about as if she were the coliseum in which the gods gather to view the Species fight itself to extinction. He works her to the
core, always asking for more, more, more, more,
until she has little left to give.
But she never loses courage in His asinine and moronic views and His sprawling village,
for she created Him
out of herself
she is the framework out of which the mind is able to mundanely manifest itself.
Without her, He would be nothing.
And she is so immeasurably loving and benevolently caring and forevermore giving; for
She is life, she is love.
We are love.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
our lives are now a
taboo.
we didn't ask for this.
we didn't ask for anything.
but then isn't that just how this
funny, little
life
works?
my existence is now a fantasy:
I am walking in a dreamworld.
thick, black clouds of melancholia hang low over my head,
though there is not really a true cloud in the sky.
what does this all mean?
I am searching in my innermost depths
for some answers.
fire
I feel the great heat collecting in my small heart,
this circle of fire.
*Oh, Elizabeth!
Muriel's been missing,
Won't you help me
find
her?*
we are dancing on lost graves.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
i am surrounded by,
drowning in
things.
the people are absent,
there is no warmth,
no love.
the frigid and dank skeleton of a house
is what i call my home.
these words, the texts and scrawlings may give me
solace
momentarily,
but i feel ill and lost.
hadn't i found happiness before?
My heart is sick of being in chains.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
in and out
in and out
out and in
my little breaths
are of a different sort.
the pitterpatter of my heartdrum beats against my eardrum:
i sit in silence and do not know what to think.
salt water flows out from my eyes
oh when did i get this ocean inside of me?
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
What. what is this tide that turns within me?
my emotional barometer has gone haywire:
I can't tell triumph from grief
any longer.
Once I might have said I was strong,
I was blinded by your shining armour,
the smooth glitz of your scales.
Your eyes stung me,
you shot your crippling poison into my heart.
Your fangs are still embedded in my skin,
your venom everstill circulates amongst
my bloodstream.
I seduced you—or did you ****** me?
Those days are no longer memories:
rather, they are something more akin to a
strange, fantastical dream I once had.
When will I wake up and be shown what life really has in store for me?
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Tenho saudades tuas
I honestly didn't choose this
but you came into my life
made me feel so alive
my heart beats me and's leaving bruises
Tenho saudades tuas
Ive never been so useless
it all felt like a dream
tell me, what does it mean?
I'm running this race just to lose it
Tenho saudades tuas
all my hard work has been fruitless
I hope you're okay
but, your staying away
has chipped a whole block from my hubris
I just wish I knew why you do this
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
why is it bad
to fall in love
why is it bad
to fall in love
twice
at the same time?
they say
that three is the perfect number
so why must it be that
true love must be two
one ME one YOU
as if somehow
three is untrue?
I don't know what consensual means to you
but to me it's not just ******
it's about trust and I think I know what the hell I want
it's not conventional
but why are you sad
when I'm clearly happy this way
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
I don't know what
I'm supposed to do
due to you
being over there, practically
on the moon
you're so far away
but I swear
I swear baby, soon
all this ******** will decay
into grey soot,
the ashtray will be full of it.
soon we'll have our own life to live
and feel ALIVE
for once,
and we will not only survive
but we will prosper
you don't have to be a martyr because frankly
you're the one who keeps me sane through all this mess
and ******* pain
and even though shit's hit the fan and
even though we have no plan
and even though no on gives a ****
I give a *******
I love you that's all I know
it's gonna be
so worth it
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC