Death-throws

Death-throws Mar 2015

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I don't know about you
but I can feel it.
through my veins
my arteries, my brain, I can feel it
I can feel you

*L.G

#love

Death-throws Mar 2015

steel is what controls me,
steel emotions wrapped in spikes,
steel skin holding you back
steel eye hiding my vision
but  I'm growing tired of steel
I'm angry at its coldness, the grey flesh and cold heart
the agony of never being warm,
my friends are the same,
we draw our time from the fix,
lets melt ourselves down

I'm braking free
me and my barbed wire birds

I'm done sitting on the fence of angst but not being sure
if I can climb over
I'm done being a nothing following the crowd between rows
of steel and barbed wire
I'm done dancing between laser beams
and nightmare filled dreams
I'm taking my heart in my hands and running ,
Ill treat it like water slipping through my fingers and the only way to survive is by running faster.
so much faster.
Ill not let my heart slip through my fingers as my wings begin to spread me and my pack
of barbed wire birds,
our wings are made of corrugated iron folded to points
and the motion of flying stings my soul
but ill fly
you'll watch me glide
we will dive of the edge our hearts in hands
god
you'll see me fly, broken bleats from broken wings
bound together with the lust for more then to feel steel against my skin
because I'm flying northbound for warmer skies
lets glide past the the equator and through the tropics
I want to feel the heat that would melt a man

we are the hearts
we are the gods
the deity's of my minds
ill build shrines to myself just to scream
WE ARE THE HEARTS
my soul beats free as my barbed wire wings
no longer am i wrapped  in steel
Ill take you with me, swap your heart for mine
scream like banshees
a technicolor passion drives me forwards
we will lay down ourselves to show you
as you sit waltzing through your strip wire fences
Ill turn them to wings ill float so high above you..
Ill scream at the 5 am light and bring up the sun
the world is yours
I am no longer a sheep
guided by lack of sleep
we are a pack
guided by our hearts
by our love
powered by our bleeding
battered
damaged
broken
barbed wire wings

                 *L.G

massive rant...appreciate it if you told me what you thought :)

#love #inspiration #free #cold #fly #wings #breakfree

Death-throws Mar 2015

for you

Vidi Vici Veni
*L.G

Mar 2015

burned up

Real Poetry

When I was 5
I wrote poems on printed sheets I would get at day care
about apples and leaves
and whatever inanimate object was within my vision
and I had to make sure every line rhymed
Or it wasn't real poetry
When I was 9
I wrote poems on loose leaf paper
but only for school
because I hated writing
because I thought I wasn't any good at it
That it wasn't real poetry
When I was 12
I wrote poems on the backs of my worksheets
but only when no one else was looking
because I didn't want anyone else to see
because even though I thought my writing was good
I was afraid that no one else would
That it wasn't real poetry
When I was 15
I wrote poems on my arms
with the sharpest object I could find
because my words didn't matter anymore
only what I felt
so I would feel in free verse
Until my words blended red
But that wasn't real poetry
Was it?

Death-throws Mar 2015

The kick

Swallow me.
Like a pill on your tounge.
Let's see if I give you a kick
Let's see if I'm worth the rush
*L.G

#short #her #you

Death-throws Mar 2015

Drunk

With blunt edge blades,
and your name in spades bouncing around my cranium
Ill pick my brain up with tweezers,
crush it
a silent death,
one of millions
one that might not hurt
my niche has been filled,
I'm not unique,
my skills have been claimed by hundreds of others,
this writing, this effort, has been retold a thousand times before me
most of it would be better by far,
I'm no poet
I'm a rambler drunk on a appreciation,
or a drunk rambling about appreciation,
I'm not sure any more

pass me the bottle.. lets find out
*L.G

Death-throws Mar 2015

gone

I am a man
I am strong
I am happy

I am a man, genetic and pure,
but the standards i have been given drive me through the floor

With my job i am strong, but it tires me, i'm warn thin
as your old biker jacket

my poisons make me happy, your like ink in my blood
killing me with sickness

I am falling
I am tired
I am sick

As i fall, trusting my faith to catch me
gravity becomes a fact so real. so defined, that i am calm,
as the concrete hurtles towards me

I'm so tired, my eyes drag closed on State highway one,
going 125 through a steel barrier

I'm so sick, my veins have changed color, my skin is pale
and its all your fault

I am dead
I am dead
I am dead

God i wish i was dead
*L.G