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Austin Mizelle Apr 2018
18 years have come
And taken all our Halos.
But we’re still holy.
2 years left until my halo goes away.
Austin Mizelle Nov 2017
A great flying devil
With wings made of steel
Tore through the universe
And ripped through the sky like a knife.

The cold Autumn air
Turned hotter than the sun
Burning skin to tar
And bones to the asphalt below

The gaping maws of glass
Caught the soot filled air
As the world screamed
And the universe fell around them.

A shockwave cracked
Every cloud in the sky
And sent heaven itself
Down to the realms below

Pieces of the Devil
Rained down, jagged and hatefilled
Leaving bullet holes
As a reminder to all.

And this was in the name
Of the most righteous of gods.
A great flying devil
With wings made of steel
5,913 days ago, the devil stretched its wings for the first and last time. He forever carved his mark into the world’s history
Austin Mizelle Jan 2019
The kerosine she
Left behind on my lips was
Something of a dream.
Austin Mizelle Nov 2018
November 29th
AKA The Day Before the World Ends.
Cause we’re going down
Like pilots at Pearl Harbor.
Maybe it’s cause of the sky opening up
And no it’s not the rapture.
Not yet anyways.
Our gas ceiling is shrinking
And our footprints are growing.
Pretty soon we may be
Like stars in the night sky
We’ll irradiate our radiation.
While satellites rotate around us.
Or are they soon to be space junk?

November 29th
AKA The Last Minutes Till Midnight.
Not that we have many left anyways.
Pretty soon we might get those questions
“Father, what was Nagasaki?”
“A joke, my son. It’s a joke.”
We could just... ****,
Gone in a cloud of fungal spores.
Not a trace of anything left.
All that would be left would be the
Like lightning bolts in the sky
We’ll strike and set fires.
The embers floating around us,
Or are they the last fireflies?

November 30th
AKA The Day the Horseman Rode Again.
The White one first
With his crown of gold.
Next, the red one.
With his goblet of blood.
Third, the black one.
With his weighing scales.
Fourth, the pale one.
With his bone-white clique.
Yet they can’t do anything, we’re
Death, is unstoppable, yes.
But only against what holds life’s kiss.
And inside... we’re cold.
I’ve been working on this one for a bit. I plan on doing another in the future, possibly multiple times if I have things to get out.
Austin Mizelle Jan 2019
The desk in front of me has eyes.
The chair I’m sitting in has eyes.
The lights above my head have eyes.
The walls around me have eyes.
The bricks in the walls have eyes.
The windows in the walls have eyes.
The trees through the windows have eyes.
The leaves on the trees have eyes.
The road next to the trees has eyes.
The lines on the road have eyes.
The cars on the road have eyes.
The wheels on the cars have eyes.
The people all around me have eyes.
The eyes have eyes.
And those eyes also have eyes.
My eyes have eyes.
My skin has eyes.
My fingers have eyes.
My hair has eyes.
My clothes have eyes.
And every single one of them
Is staring at me.
And every single one of them
Wants me dead.
Everything wants me dead.
Everything is devouring me.
Don’t pay any mind to the kid having an anxiety attack in the middle of class.
Austin Mizelle Feb 2018
This is a poem
A poem with words!
Words that give meaning
To such meaningless verbs.

And meaningless verbs
Make meaningful lines.
Ones that give light to problems
In such purposeful times.

Problems like racism
Like famine and war.
Problems people cover up
And try to ignore.

But if we all wrote
A poem like this.
Maybe they’d listen
To all of our bliss.
For all who read this, maybe if we all yell loud enough, the world will hear our pleas for help.
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
Hello, I’m a poem.
People make me
For many reasons.

Some do it for fun
Or to pass the time
During a slow day.

Others do it
To achieve enlightenment
(Like my cousin, haiku)

Some poems have a meaning
Some are only ever
Understood by the poet.

Do I have a meaning?
Perhaps I do
But you’ll never know.
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
Corpses rain from the sky
And paint the ground
With their luster

Red, yellow, orange;
The new colors of rot
Bathe the earth

Months pass
And their corpses
Dissolve into nothing
Austin Mizelle Dec 2017
The beast in my head
Won’t cover his lips, he speaks
Through my lips instead.

So I chained him up,
To my cerebral cortex.
With my own two hands.

But don’t let him out,
He will find a new body
To torment all night.
I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry I always mess up
Austin Mizelle Dec 2017
A broken boy
With a broken soul
Meets a girl
Equally beautiful
And equally broken.

The boy said,
“Let us share our broken souls,
So that we might fix our shattered hearts.”
Some called them crazy
They called it love
We’re all just pieces in a never ending jigsaw puzzle.
Austin Mizelle Feb 2018
In all their enlightened obliviousness
Are blind to so much.
I envy them.

I envy the child
The childish
And yet people call me childish
I’m childish-ish if you ask me.

Cause I don’t want to grow up
Not completely.
I don’t wanna take myself
Too seriously.

I guess I’ll just be me.
Strange talking
I as a 16 year old observe that adults today are too serious. It’s okay to be yourself even when others are looking.
Austin Mizelle Aug 2018
It feels like my head
Just swallowed me whole.
And I’m falling to pieces
In a room full of gold.
Jagged knife teeth
Cut through my head.
Megaphones blast in my ears
Screaming nonsense.
Until I’m frothing on the ground.
Cold on the inside,
Bleeding on the surface.

It feels like my arms
Are strangling me.
Raised off a balcony
Before plummeting off.
Descending through the ground
But my body still above.
My spirit is below,
Finally free.
But my body lays cold,
Bleeding out,

It feels like my world
Has crumbled around me.
But everyone floats,
Finally free.
But me I fall,
Down into the nothing.
Where I plummet forever.
But at least I’m not cold...
Or bleeding...
Or dead...
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
A hand made of dreams
Covers my mouth with duct tape
Guess I'll keep dreaming
Dream on
Austin Mizelle Aug 2018
I’m so cold inside.
So empty are my innards,
As my head overflows with screams.
The crazy quotes of demons
Branding my temples with anxiety.
Battered hands locking my lips
And making a key from my teeth.
Razorheaded monsters watching me
With their judging gazes.
But I’m fine I swear.
I’m not sad, I’m just... empty. So, so empty.
Austin Mizelle Feb 2018
I want all the people
Of this great world
Too look through
The glass ***** behind my eyes
And the glass panels
In front of them.
So that they can see what I see.

Because guess what?
The devils all got in;
Let me tell you my thoughts
They were like warriors
But then I stopped thinking enough
And **** they were decommissioned
Now the devils control my head.

“Stay up late”
“Yell at them”
“Do the wrong thing.”
“Be everything they don’t want you to be.”
But I just had a epiphany.
One that will shake the foundations
And rock the floorboards.

I should stop worrying
About what I can’t control.
And start trying to fix
What I can
It boggles the mind
That it took me 16 years
To realize it
The 16 years of chaos have ended, now I have to fix myself in just 2.
Bring. It. On.
Austin Mizelle Aug 2017
An eye made of white
Sees and eye made of yellow
Both stare unblinking
Made for the eclipse, and for my friend Paul who's blind in his left eye.
Austin Mizelle Aug 2017
I see their faces
All of them kissed by rainbows
For what? To look good?
You don't need makeup to make yourself look good
Austin Mizelle Feb 2018
All children reach
An age where they end
Their childish splendor.

They stab it,
Shoot it even.
They **** it dead.

But some
The seldom few
Let their spirits blossom.

Cherry blossom hearts
Chrysanthemum minds
And rose bloomed souls.

Flower crowns upon their heads
They run through the jungles
Of life, marriage, and parenthood.

So these seldom few
The seldom few
Who didn’t ****** their past.

These seldom few
They hide in plain sight.
Hidden away from the eyes of time.

They hide in the skin of adulthood
But underneath they’re different
Underneath lies a lovely garden.
Don’t let the garden of your childhood die out.
Not completely.
Austin Mizelle Jul 2018
Ice cold love
Is love without passion.
Love is that warmth
The warmth that melts the snow
Around our hearts.
Being lonely?
It’s like being caught in a blizzard
But everywhere else is so warm.
Sometimes though...
Love is being cold with someone else.
Because someone you love
Is so vulnerable
But you’re vulnerable with them.
Austin Mizelle Nov 2017
“I’m fine,”
That’s what she said.
For a while people believed her.
She laughed,
She smiled,
She was happy.

“I’m okay”
That’s what she said.
People still believed her
She didn’t laugh anymore,
But she still smiled
And was still happy

“Don’t worry”
That’s what she said.
People all believed her.
Despite that she never smiled,
Never laughed,
Everyone still thought she was happy.

“Dearly beloved...”
That’s what he said.
Nobody believed it.
Now she’ll never laugh
She’ll never smile,
And everyone knows she wasn’t happy.
Sometimes words change
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
When the world doesn’t
See you, you see everything
The world doesn’t see.
Everyone in the world just wants to be seen.
Austin Mizelle Jan 2019
I may not be your
First date.
I may not be your
First hug.
I may not be your
First hand to hold.
I may not be your
First kiss.
I may not be your
First set of eyes to stare into
I may not be your
First person to call up at midnight.
I may not be your
First shoulder to cry on.
I may not even be your
First choice.
But I want to be your
Last everything.
The world stops for a moment when I touch her, and suddenly everything is okay again.
Austin Mizelle Apr 2018
Let's imagine, you and I
Imagine a different reality.
One where everyone can fly
And our limits are our own mortality.

Where climbing up trees when you're 30
Didn't land you in mental hospitals.
And adults weren't afraid to get *****
And say, "Hey, I like the purple Skittles!"

But of course that future will never sing
Its song of blissful dread.
As long as capital gain is king
And society kills our head.

But still we can imagine,
A world of our wildest dreams.
"Just don't mistake dreams for passion."
At least that's what they told the regimes.
It makes me really sad when I see adults who don't know when they can be themselves. Society's poisonous grasp is strangling so many people.
Austin Mizelle Dec 2017
You’ve wasted enough time just
To raise a number!
And this is coming from a guy who plays World of Warcraft
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
The cuts on my arm
Like tally marks counting up
The days I have lived.
Austin Mizelle Jan 2018
Who would ever pick me,
Scrawny limbs, shirt untucked.
Can’t get a girl for his life me.
Who would ever pick
Someone like me
To stand with them
And get hit with dodgeballs
On every part of our bodies.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, but one day all my thinkings will be enough.
Austin Mizelle Nov 2017
“Lovely” he called her.
By “Lovely” he meant large *******.
He’ll lose his “Lovely.”
That’s not what lovely means
Austin Mizelle Dec 2018
Blue eyes wandering
Meet with brown eyes
Talking up tempests and
Blue eyes stops and stares.
Because wow brown eyes
You got it going on girl.
Brown eyes stares back and...
Brown eyes walks over to blue eyes,
The tempest twists
Twisting to a twister
A twister twisting the tempest
Into a beautiful hurricane.
And at the eye,
Of the hurricane I mean,
Are their eyes.
The blue one
And the brown one
Eclipsing one another
Taking in each other.
And blink...
They were gone.
Whisked away on a blowing breeze
The sky their tap shoes.
The clouds their slippers
And the breezes their clothings.
Soon blowing breezes turned to hugs
And hugs turned to handholds
And handholds turned to kisses
And kisses turned to...
And it all started
With blue meeting brown.
Austin Mizelle Dec 2018
In all honesty,
Seventeen syllables just
Can’t show all my love.
For her
Austin Mizelle Jan 2019
Hands on hands
Bodies on bodies
Oxytocin blood rush.
Heart rushing.
Face gushing.
Stomach fluttering.
Lips stuttering before
Hers meet mine.
And then it all just...
Feels okay again.

The radio static in my head
Was like comfort food to me
But I’ve lost my appetite recently
Because I just
Can’t stop

And with how much
I think about the future,
I should be psychic by now.
But all my foresights
Involved her.
And though “it”
May never happen.
God she makes me feel good
And happy
In this moment.

And in this moment
Our hands are shaking
Lips are quivering
And birds are too busy beeing
Ethereal beings.
And if all goes well
I hope the bees
Don’t turn to wasps
And take half of everything.
That way I won’t be like him.
To: J
From: ***
Austin Mizelle Dec 2018
My relationship
With her will be like that of
The night sky and stars.
For her
Austin Mizelle Nov 2017
They described her as
Popular. But she wanted
To be her real self.
Don’t be fake
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
In times like today
Maybe God should rapture man;
Showing sin's true face.
Everyone has some sort of sin to hide, I know I do.
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
Wings of black
Cut through blue
Their cries echo on the wind
And carry death’s message:
“Fear what comes from above”
Austin Mizelle May 2018
Sapphire eyes across the room,
Two oceans etched inside the moon.
Twin skylines descended to human form,
But behind lies two heavy storms.
Typhoons of ideal, perfect things,
Susanoo’s double diamond rings.
Perfect inside, perfect out.
But always, always, always doubt.
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
Don't fear your shadow.
Your shadow is a reflection
Of all that you are.
Makes it even more crazy to think that people are afraid of their shadows.
Austin Mizelle Jan 2018
Kids sit in math classes
All worrying in a forgetful dream.
Thoughts like “Pythagoras Theroem”
Or “*****-Intercept Form”
Race through their minds.
But all I want to know is,
How the heck are we
Gonna get the poison out of the sky?
Because when I grow up,
Get married
And have kids.
I don’t want those kids
To grow up thinking
One day our sky
Might fall down to earth.
To be quite honest, I’m afraid of what the future might hold.
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
All these sleeping pills
And yet my thoughts still won't sleep.
Guess that means I'm nuts.
People today have over-used the word "crazy." Almost to the point where it's lost all meaning.
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
Where do the souls of
Trees go when they disappear?
Do they make a sound?
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
Sometimes when I'm in
A staircase I feel that I
Don't even exist
My stairs mean something to me
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
I encased my soul
In a prison made of steel
Forged inside my heart
If you bottle your feelings, you're infected
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
I'm sorry sir, but
It seems that our future has
Terminal Cancer.
We're spiraling towards a future that nobody will like.
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
The eyes that listen
See more of the world than the
Ones that shout blindly.
Have you ever wondered how it would sound if everybody in the world stopped talking all at the same time?
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
A seed is planted
On the earth.
Watered with care
And touched with life.

A seed grows
Into a sapling
Watered by god,
And touched with hope.

Now a seed grows
Into a teenager
A teenage tree
Imagine that

Finally a seed grows
Into a man
And that man wrote poetry
And had ideas

Like maybe we're all just trees
In a never ending forest
Or were all just fish
In a sea of faces

But that doesn't make us the same
For there are many kinds of fish
And there are many kinds of trees
I mainly write haiku so this is was more difficult for me to do.
Austin Mizelle Jan 2018
Time is the best thief,
Stealing youthful innocence
By the time we’re 12.
Austin Mizelle Feb 2018
One day I’ll grow up
And have a firm strangle hold
On my state of mind.
But that day isn’t today
Austin Mizelle Jun 2018
Truths lie
Behind the bonfire eye
Burning up the sky.
But birds want to fly.
Fly away into the sky,
Straight into that bonfire eye.
Birds want to die.

Oh how the birds cry,
Yet their faces are still dry.
The birds’ friends all fly
Calling back to say good bye.
But the bird won't reply,
Instead he'll weep and cry.
The bird wants to die.
Mayhaps the birds will meet again one day, then they'll stop crying
Austin Mizelle Sep 2017
I sit at my desk
And with a USB chord
Upload my feelings
I spend too much time on the internet
Austin Mizelle Aug 2017
Voices have killed me
To let me know I'm alive
And not to give up
Written for anybody out there who is thinking of Suicide. You're not alone, call 1-(800)-273-8255
Austin Mizelle Jan 2019
Nobody cares
About the kid in the twenty one pilots sweatshirt
Cause they think he's like Stacy's mom
But there ain't nothing going on.
Not after the the verbal attacks,
The nagasaki bombings of his social life.
And honestly he kind of
Wants to
Off himself right now.
But he can't say that aloud.
No that's not allowed.
It's not allowed
To hold your own opinions,
And say how you feel.
But what you know to be true
I guess is never really real.
At least according
To the people who care about you.
And the slow-motion train wreck
That he called a friendship
Is now just a sinking ship.
And it looks like he's going down.
But his hoodie's warm
So he'll be okay in the ice
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