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I just need attention,
Love and its invention.
Sanity on the rocks,
I seize with supervision.
Ice cold to the touch,
Her ******* in my clutch,
I love it so much,
But I'm frostbitten it's such,
A beautiful thing.
An old Facebook post of mine.
Those piercing eyes,
Cause piercing cries,
That cut the night,
To be devoured by flies.

All the wise,
Will seek demise,
When the only prize,
Is foolish delight.

Have a bite,
Of broken ties,
And lover's pies,
Caked in lies.

A woman dies,
In fading light,
Of teeming fright,
From piercing stares.
I thought this one might be a little spine-tingling.
You be the judge.
Since it borders on horror, I like it a lot.
Not because of the horror, but the border.

Enjoy!
This day is the day upon which,
Wishes are tattooed upon lover's skin,
By the gentle kiss of a lover's whim,
Simple romances and complex shapes to be drawn,
'Round the eyes that one shall fawn,
O'er clouds and dreams drift the lovers' song,
To the beat of ground under lovers' dance: all night long.
This is a poem I wrote on Valentines Day five years ago.
I was passionately optimistic about love then.
Wouldn't mind being in that state of mind at least a little bit.

Enjoy!
I pushed on by instinct,
As far back as I can think,
I walked into a new world,
On my way back home,
I found a pearl.
Whispers of some exotic girl,
Sound like lies when you're alone.

Stop, haunting me.
Stop, haunting me.
Stop, haunting me.

I left home for some adventure,
And of what I found I wasn't sure.
Seems like she was more alive than dead,
With this madness I will lay my bed.
You always think you won't be harmed,
By what doesn't exist (not in this life).
When you're far away from love,
It's all you've ever missed.

That love!
That love!
It came from above.
There's no other love.
When you're pushed off, the brink,
You will only find, what wasn't extinct.
She may not be what you wanted
Some days when you think you're haunted,
It's her... it's love...

Going back to where I found the pearl,
Surprised to see she is a different girl,
A new love to pave the way,
These really are better days,
For God there is only one praise.

It all seems like it's going to be kosher,
That shows you never really did know her,
When she stabs you, you see the light,
You're filled with unstoppable fright,
Because she's the one that ended up dead.
How could you be tricked by a bed?

That love!
That love!
It came from above.
There's no other love.
When you're pushed off, the brink,
You will only find, what wasn't extinct.
She may not be what you wanted
Some days when you think you're haunted,
It's her... it's love...

You feel like you've nothing left to loose,
Your tears as bitter as the *****,
This may just be the end you deserved,
That should be the part where you swerved.
Crashing into olden days,
You see that love is the craze,
Your broken heart's disease burns.
The sickness of a twisted love,
Haunts you like a sticky glove,
Just check out where you checked in.
Leave your heart where you'll leave your sin.

This love!
This love!
It came from above.
There's no other love.
When you're pushed off, the brink,
God will find you, when you're extinct.
It may not be what you thought you wanted
Some days when you think you're haunted,
Just pray... it's love...
Alright, soo... You may have realized these are lyrics.

The thing is though, I think they go hand in hand: poetry and lyrics.
I've been trying to write lyrics "in a sense" before I tried writing poetry... not true technically, but also "technically" yes.

I woke up today with this song in my head. I imagined it being performed by one of my favorite bands: The Fray.
I have the guitar riffs, the bass, the piano, some electronics, even violin in my head. On days like this, I wish I studied music.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
I hope you understand it, too.
If you don't, just ask :)
"EXILE"
Somehow, they're all gone...
Darkness shrouds hope like hunger...
Hunger for revenge.

"SEARCHING"
My eyes seek the truth...
In all the dust, I found lies...
In thirst, I found death.

"FOREVER FORLORN"
Boat by water's edge...
Floating upon forgotten...
Void is our water.
I love my triplets :)
"ACQUAINT"
Met, but noticed not...

Gazed, yet unseen, unsure, blank...

True love has this charm.

"FIREWORKS"
Our darkness alight...

Under our skins, twisting seas...

Love is our new moon.

"INTO DEATH"
Voyages close-knit...

Knitted into the beyond...

Knit before we knew.
I really got into writing "Haiku Triplet" poems last year.

I'd decide on a topic, give each poem a title of its own, yet the overarching title would be the true purpose, what unifies them, a sort of story.

I don't know if anyone else has done that, but it felt really fun and original for me.

There's another one that I posted here, if you search through my poems, it's called "Turmoil..." and it is by far my favorite of my triplets.
Thorns in the hearts of millions and fear in the minds of billions.

Heard across the whispers of machines, spoken to the minds of onlookers.

Entrances carved into the souls of children by myriad opinions.

Young ones engraved with a memory, reared to despise terror as one would hookers.

Advance the agenda. Propaganda distributed; phones, theaters, televisions alight.

Losing our souls to the terror, we huddle in our whining and dining rooms.

Lips loose and battering what we don't understand, they're the terrors! Don't you understand?

Destitute is reason in the fanatics worlds away, yet in our very homes.

Encouraged to make poor our own empathy, as we seek them out.

Solace lost on our tongues we devour them, mercy removed from our bones.

Everyone knows we have to get them first, right? Right. There's no other route.

Right is confused with fear. They've made us just like them. Just like them.

Vie for change! Do it all you want, but you can't change them, not with sinful might...

Entrance them with modernity, educate them, sequester them, it's a farce, a problem.

Aren't we the beasts? Shooting missiles from a, "Wicked City," televisions alight.

Grand mess we've made, hypocrisy ten miles high, sin ten miles deep.

Right. Where were we? Who shot last? Compare past to past, continue the fight.

Already we're planning, where to strike next? Whack the hive, make 'em weep.

Vanishing like shadows in all-encompassing light the terrors disappear.

"'Enraging us again,' coming soon!" the sequel should be good next year.
I wrote this after the "Paris Attacks" last year.

You might get the sense that I'm downplaying the situation, but, if you pay attention, what I'm actually doing is shedding some light on the role that the media plays on the world stage and exposing the power of ignorance, and its effect upon society.

Ignorance is the downfall of nations mighty and meek alike.
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