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Kush Jul 2016
I see into you
I see through you
I see your weaknesses
I see what made you

You are forgotten
You are a ghost
You are a dream
You are an illusory host

We play this little game
We hurt each other for fun
We put our heads real close together
**We fire the gun
Kush Jul 2016
One complaint a day keeps satisfaction away
She's like a blast of wind, brief but heavy
She's got crimson eyes to match my horns
A livid lass whose voice is laden with sass
Apples to apples
Lips to lips
We deal in love like sappy fools
Left bleeding out our chips
Kush Jul 2016
The world is a big, grey soup and I was the soggy ******* half-submerged
My path was broken up like a puzzle and my feet trudged along a "destiny" often diverged

I visited the cinema of tattered memories
Silently watched the hasty retreats of ex-lovers on repeat

That is, until I met you
The sole ingredient spicing up my depression stew

You're a raven haired darling uplifted by breeze
The hiccup in my mopey hippocampus, a psychedelic sneeze

You said you're drowning-****** in by the ocean's whims
Well then honey, I'll help you to shore, teach you how to swim

Together, we'll dredge up the anchor of doubt
Shower each other with kisses like a pair of sculpted water spouts
Continue the raging storm over all dry patches left in life's drought

I'm done with trotting down a path quite wayward
Humming tunes of happiness that life never heard

I'm sick of haters with their pathetic aesthetics
Leave that mess behind and call it frenzied, frenetic

You're a firebird raining down ****** on my frozen heart
The Phoenix lifting this guy's affection levels off the charts

Let's hold hands down the yellow brick road and leap into the future's maw
You can be the Dorothy to my lovestruck Wizard of Awe

I'll slay the dragon and build a castle so we're able to share smiles as we should
Life life so fully that, if separate, we never could

I want to gently drag down your pants and plant snowflake kisses on the scars
Pull you out of the woods and proclaim "Darling, I adore you from the Moon to the stars!"
For my girlfriend, Azka Khan
Kush Jun 2016
Let**

It’s painfully silent in the speakeasy
And this newfound peace makes me queasy
I lug around a heavy suitcase of deceit
For hiding one’s damning devils is no simple feat

Me

I stalk through and survey my domain
Hunting excellency among cheap cologne and horns of the midnight train
Right then, spotted her face and struck my most potent sneer
I could see past the plastic smiles in all their thin veneer

Make

Wait until she leaves the bar to drag her back inside the killing fields
Quickly hush her chloroform cries and keep my eyes perpetually peeled
I kiss her nape and fly away from the world’s wears
Whisper “You’re a gorgeous doll neatly wrapped in silk and nightmares”

You

Safe within the grasp of thickets, I force her grin and lick the dimples
Get struck with horror when my vision spots one too many pimples
I cry with the straw-filled fiends illuminated by lantern light
Then embrace my honed craft, without delay, for all waking hours of the night

Better

When all points of perfection fall out of quiver
When the sorrowful scarecrows look upon me and shiver
I’ll cut out my beauty’s flaws from largest lump to smallest sliver
Kush Jun 2016
I am unseen
Existing on the outer rim of this place
One body among the astros of cosmic space

I am a listener
Absorbing every ounce of knowledge I can find
Reserved in a space of my mind

I am a shadow
Lurking among the halls
Seeking solace wherever the light falls

I am a serpent
Calm when at rest
Sorting through prey like a confetti fest

I am a visitor
Fresh new faces glaze over my eyes
Oversaturated smiles are met with shy sighs

I am distant from every peer
Bitten by the fangs of fear
Unrecognized by anyone
Stuck watching from a one-way mirror
I'm not someone who belongs

I am a Stranger
Kush Jun 2016
“Tick Tock!” proclaims the clock
My closet opens up a crack
A shadow whisks out, my eyes losing track
He’s back, that frightful little fellow
I clench the sheets as my skin turns yellow
I soon hear a peculiar wet rip
And at about that time, I’m wondering about acid trips
Half-past 3 AM, a red, leathery hand grips my calf
My eyes shut tight as he starts to laugh
I wake up nose to nose with the scrawny thing called Ticker
He gnaws on my lips, wearing a favorite snicker
Kush Jun 2016
I would crush the guilty like ants under my boot
I would build monuments of their sins and watch evil legacies tailspin
I have had enough of their moral muddling and murderous marauding
No more innocent blood will be shed, not on my world
War will be a fable told to children before bedtime
Those with hate in their hearts would have them forcefully removed
Those that have worked and toiled in pain will be given rest and reparation
Empathy will be the currency most desired and dispensed

I would seat the deserving upon crystal thrones and indulge their hope
I would slit the throats of those that speak violence and scatter their flesh
I have no desire for solace until all have received their karmic doses
Fear is an instrument of weakness, a **** fit for vermin, not my society
I'll make a great scale within my mind and weigh deeds done
Good people deserve more than the flimsy vestiges of past charity
They will see my face and recognize that swift justice is the only solution
They will see an acceptance of death if corruption overtakes my spirit

I would raise the slaves and groom them into kings
I would turn their ancestors’ sweat into red wine and diamond rings
I would lift their chins up to the limitless sky
To infinite empires waiting to be built
This world?
This galaxy?
Ha!
The entire universe will be a reflection of my design
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