The morning brought the tremors of gray tumors in the sky
and it’s such a shame
that you had to hang yourself to dry your eyes
you broke the Sun
once you stared too long just to find
that you were blind
and what’s your name?
just an acronym of letters
without the words to tell them better
and It burned the colors in the rain
and made you bask in the pity of the sane
you were the working dead running from the living red
just finding sunshine in the telescope
a morbidity without the soap dangling on a rope
a sad addiction to fictional afflictions
as an urgency and Exit signs away your strife
with white gloves and an empty smile of love from above.
And how many gods does it take to change a light?
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
He fooled you into flowering-
Winter with his liar’s gaze
He pulled your petals to show you how you feel
He stole your hand to show you what was real
He fooled you into flowering-
A winter’s fleeting warm confession.
You broke your beauty out to doom
As frigid fingers pull your petals to show you how you feel
As the fractured flower falls to show you what is real
…to love you.
…to love you not.
…to love you.
…to love you not.
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
It’s a pill from your mouth to mind.
A cure that only words can find.
It drips in my ear
drowns out the fear
listens to what I want to hear
and at the end of the day
it’s not what you do
but all that you say
that saves this soul
so give me the the thrill
in heart shaped pills
that tell us what we could feel
Cuz I’m ill, I’m ill
and you heal, you heal
and with lips
you try to feel
what a heart can’t ****
but don’t do
don’t try
you’ll fail
I’ll die
just let it be
let a bleeding heart lie.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
Sometimes a hollow hug hurts
a buzz word stings
like a game of blame and acid shame
and the very venom we secrete
stills a heart of a simple beat
to hold and to perish
a love well-worn
to fold and to cherish
a beast forlorn.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:19 AM UTC
It’s the best when it burns brightly
like an arsonist of wooden bridges
It’s the murdering of moments nightly
as a moth to a flame inherits its own blame
because a cord cutter cuts
and a pain monger guts
a life just to feel
the good bye high
the good bye high
so lo and behold
a rainbow bridge and rumors I am told
of a brilliant pleasure
from an empty *** of gold
like a glorious treasure
of words that I am sold
but, nothing takes my heart like hurt
when we beat a rainbow into black and white
when we see that pain shows wrong is right
so I’m looking for hello in
the good bye high
I’m going to say hello to
the good bye high
the good bye bye
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC
You keep it running on
So why don’t you **** it
With a point.
With a point.
You make a mind flutter
By the way that you stutter
Pause your words like your life
Stuck in a coma
So why don’t you spill it
Before you **** it
With a point.
With a point..
With a point…
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC
Hold my hand
and pull me down
a penny and dime
for a quarter of your time
make me spin around your eyes
take me when the stars align
you bet on change
for rich dreams
but I take
you give
you’re done
I live.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:17 AM UTC
You be Lex
and I’ll be your Supa
I’ll step on you
like Mario does Koopa
We’ll fight it out
cuz we love to hate
losing the end
From a winner’s fate
beat me to heal me
so we can fight again
quarter circle forward
and I’ll be your Ken
so keep it going to the end
save ourselves from the final sin
because everyone dies
when someone wins
Continue?
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:15 AM UTC
It’s the key to open your heart
One press to blow it apart
to be fickle like a fire
only by desire do we design
mine a mind of mine
and find an urgency in signs
drawing contingencies in dotted lines
so hit it and forget it
all the cost in memories
soon enough you’ll get it
exit wounds hemorrhaging.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:14 AM UTC
I am the sweater
for while you weather the weather
I am the warmth
of a holey disposition
you’re frigid but are you cold?
you’re paid but are you sold?
More or less I am told
I am the sweater
for whether you weather the weather
I am the calm
of a shying shielded sun
you’re loud but have you told?
you’re here but are you bold?
More or less I am told
You are the body for a cardigan
all that you seem at its seams
You are the knitted lion with its mane
of a proud and brilliant claim
you’re hungry but have you fed?
you roar but have you said?
confessed a truth in red
pull this thread
pull this thread.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC