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1.3k · Sep 2015
Noose
It was a simply soothing sound.
Seemingly surreal, severing the silence
With even sin surrendering to the sublime symphony
Of sirens signifying salvation.
Leaving legs lying limp and lifeless,
Losing a life I'd have liked to live.
Leaping, laughing, or lounging lazily
I fear for my future
Forever fighting ferociously.
Because four fearsome phantoms
Brought bars, blades, and bats
To beat my bewildered brother and I blind
Before we both blacked out from blood loss.
Now there's a knife notched in the nape of his neck.
He'll never know the nuance of another night;
But now I know the necessity of the nightmarish noose
old poem
1.1k · Nov 2014
Hammurabi's code
An eye for an eye.
But you don't want mine.
It'll show you that love is a lie
And life is a line,
That we fall off and die.

It'll show you that young love is a tragedy
That hasn't happened yet
And that the phrase "I love you"
has great gravity
That a boy won't soon forget.
But; if you decide reap what you sow,
Then hell is where you'll go.

After you place my pain in your sockets
You'll pull the bullet from your pocket
Like you pulled our picture from your locket
And end the world that you know.
1.1k · Sep 2016
Atlas
What thought
could have wrought
all this despair?
Yielding aught;
toxifying the air
suffocating adolescents,
atop their chairs.
Now they feel time
intertwining with their fears,
and I feel their tears sear into my mind
So now I hope to find;
a way to make all of their burdens
mine.
First post in awhile criticism is appreciated but be gentle lol
867 · Sep 2015
The vague sleep
I'm tired from yesterday;
that's all I'll say,
this tired reality is more than I can take.
But you and I?
We could try a lie;
and pretend to die,
the deepest false sleep.
Spend eternity counting sheep;
Somewhere on the beach.
819 · Nov 2014
The weeping willow
He and she;
they were love if they were anything.
High school sweethearts; but no typical thing.
You see; he loved her with every fiber of his being,
he loved her with such a passion you couldn't imagine.
He'd bear the weight of the world for her,
and wouldn't waiver even when his feet began to sink into the stars.
But you see;
she, she had walls and bars.
She wanted to love him;
because she saw the light in his eyes,
illuminating his very being.
Bright but blinding, was what he wasn't seeing.
Then He and she soon became three.
She was lost  in an onslaught of stress;
One night she decided to confess:
"I'm not sure if this is real; if this is me.
I need time away, time to be free."
With a sigh and a kiss;
he took the boy and let her be.
When he returned; she was there, her soul was free...
from the body left hanging in the willow tree.
797 · Nov 2014
Flutter by
Monarch butterflies cascade off trees like autumn leaves;
and they've been doing it for centuries,
endlessly falling to flutter back up
to feel free from their predators and enemies
who strike with their jaws and paws
to ingest their feeble frame.
Frankly I would go insane from the danger;
but they seem so carefree and incapable of anger,
they're probably just happy to have moved
from the prison that was their cocoon.
Gwen Marechael said the first line and I wrote it up
733 · Nov 2014
Despicably beautiful
If life was easy everyone would be doing it.
It happens at everyone's expense;
without recompense.
We all try to coexist with our backs against the fence.
Because we're incapable of trust;
but perfectly capable of lust.
Greed; gluttony, sins of the American company,
hoping for a righteous man to accompany
this wrath and pride,
enveloping society in the high tide
of human nature.

But maybe; just maybe,
there's nowhere safer.
I can sit and smile, talk with a friend
and build a bond that not even time can bend.
Because our innate ability to love unconditionally;
is what I have chosen to defend.
690 · Nov 2014
reflection of a stranger
I spent the majority of my time recently In the mirror.
Screaming curses at myself for me to be better;
because I perceive myself as minuscule and insignificant
as a spec of dust on the pinhead of a needle,
hurdling towards the sun.
Pretty much nothing right?
Yeah.
But I slowly stopped hating the man in the mirror.
Little by little; the days would pass,
and the dim eyes of a man filled with sorrow and pain
would only look back at me for a moment,
before something began to stir in him.
A passion began to flicker like candlelight in his pupils,
and a smirk would emerge from the thought
that my lips were sweetly caressed by hers in the snow and rain.
So my candlelight arose
to melt away the snow.
Thanks to her;
the man in the mirror is no longer a sad, lonesome, stranger.
He's me.
And we will continue to smirk and smile; and beg her to stay a little while longer.
Because her lips are only intertwined with mine for a moment;
but that single moment when heart and soul agree,
will last me an eternity.
647 · Nov 2014
Lead
"Crazy people don't think  they're crazy."
I've been thinking; contemplating my own sanity,
and I'm sure that I'm definitely insane.
So what the hell does that make me?
Am I as a being certain of it's own demise,
A being that has darkness and uncertainty fill it's eyes?
while it stares at the stars and cries:
"Why have you forsaken me?"
But the sky replies:
"Why can't you stop chasing me?"
Because it's unnerving;
that we're all desperate for what we're not deserving,
and I'm learning
that we've got what we need,
but we take what we please
until they're all on their knees
and we feel we've "earned" prosperity.
But. We. Haven't.
It's all in our head;
our sick little dream makes me wish I was dead.
Because when It's over; and all's been said,
you can't go to heaven with a heart full of lead.
632 · Nov 2014
writers block
An epiphany
is something I now consider an antiquity;
and relentlessly I have sought,
a productive, unstoppable train of thought.
But to no avail.
Instead my words hit the page like Hell-hail;
and it must sound tell-tale,
But I still feel frail
because I spilled my entrails onto this page
and all i have are a few lines and a violent rage
that can't be quelled until I'm known for poetic grace.
Am I crazy? Did that sound sane?
I have no idea; I have a strange brain.
630 · Nov 2014
Nemophilist
alone in this zone
surrounded by trees
that drown the sound around me.
There is a luminous numinous light;
catching a finch's feathers just right
and making me wonder if I'll leave a sillage in time
like it's wings left in the sky.
or like the tide in your eyes;
left in my heart.
Nemophilist:a haunter of the woods/one who adores its beauty and solitude
Numinous:fearful yet interesting, in awe but inspired
Sillage: a trace of something in space that had been and has past
628 · Nov 2014
Creation
The beginning of all.
The moment that Adam stood before God
and beheld the earth under his feet;
the first sensation.
But what about God?
What was HE thinking as he flicked the stars from his fingertips;
and pulled the mountains from his feet?
I think... he was already disappointed.

   Because if he knows all,
then he knew we'd fall.
So all in all;
we're pitiful, predictable, parasites
draining this glorious place in spite,
and because of our ignorant sight
we slap a smile on and attempt to market our plight.

And what about all the step-dads, step-moms, and step-gods?
Like the people who pick up a rifle
and go tribal
so they won't be liable
for their own homophobic, blasphemous thoughts.
Because MEN wrote the bible;
not God, not Jesus,
and they're just screaming:
"please believe us!"
Because we are the stars;
but YOU are the light,
so please love and not fight."
615 · Sep 2015
Please help
what happened?
Where did it go?
I had a gift to write things I didn't totally loathe.
I could write about being dead or sad and it didn't totally blow..
Or I would record my ideas,
and people wouldn't laugh like hyenas.

I don't know what to do;
I can't just get super ****** and pretend I'm Poe.
I just can't write anymore, I don't know..
Please help me end this time of pain;
please help me write something that isn't lame.
no; seriously; read my old stuff, i wasn't any good then but now I'm even worse. :(
580 · Nov 2014
Untitled
Your words crept through the night like silence
urging itself to be something it's not.
You whisper to yourself In the dark
while you think I sleep soundly.
that whisper;
sweeter than a symphony
moved through the air and met my ears.
One barely audible "I love you" soothed every delusion of loneliness
and quelled my insomnia;
like a snake charmer to a hydra.
It broke me down  my very core
and revealed a truth:
you would proclaim your love for me,
even if I couldn't hear you.
513 · Nov 2014
Our condolences
Synthesis;
When the rich enlist Or when you cease to desist,
A kiss or bliss.
Maybe both
A high note,
You scream from the crowd
You're not allowed
To see me like this.
Don't resist;
I told them what to do
I knew, I knew
You would try to get through
To me.
I know our one and two will soon be three;
But baby please,
Make this easy for me.
Your tears crashed to the ground
Like the mortars falling all around
Leaving my brothers never to be found.
Your cries met my ears
Like the waves met the sand
where I stood
Near the slaves to the system
With their rifles that glisten,
Peppering the ground around me.
Then that brave young man charged me with a knife,
I thought of my boy and my wife
Before reflecting upon my own life.
I hesitated.
Because I knew, I knew
He was a son too
There was nothing I could do;
But let this boy run me through,
the choice I made Kept this boy safe.
Like I want mine to be;
Unfortunately;
This is no letter dear,
Its an apology.
506 · Nov 2014
Insomniac
What's in a dream?
is it you?
or me?
or who we hope to be?
where's the seam?
which is my reality?
All I want is clarity;
to know if I'll awake from despair into prosperity.
To know if it's all an illusion;
an allusion to confusion.
Which leads me to believe;
That there's nothing left to perceive,
and that it's my own information i receive.
That life...
Is but a dream.
470 · Nov 2014
Inside out
The way you look at me;
the way I see you,
there's nothing we could be,
together as two.
I've wept seas and quelled earthquakes for the sake of happiness.
I've been in the symphony of destruction;
and hummed the harmony of retribution,
and lived the costly life of seclusion.
Yet; all you've done, is sit and watch.
As you throw down a fifth of scotch.
I hope that bitter burn will make your stomach churn
and writhe to twist and turn,
you inside out.
about my step-father
treacherous fiends
feed us deceit
behind a screen
showing us violence
and things most obscene
it would seem
we're all on the same team
but believe me
its best to not feed greed
and make it gluttonous
by keeping it in front of us
it is necessary that you do not trust
the high tide of lies
that ties the media to your eyes.
Sorry I didn't feel like going through to add proper grammar
437 · Sep 2015
Just a phase
How does the wind know which way to blow?
And do plants KNOW they have to grow?
if they did do you think it causes them sorrow?
To provide oxygen for us with each and every gust?
A species with nothing but pride, greed, and lust?
Knowing we're just another passing phase.
(Since the planet has bad taste)
389 · Nov 2014
Somebody else's idea
A writers mind
should be thoughtful and kind.
It may also be sore with sorrow;
or have a grimace of grief.
But; with a sigh of relief
I must say,
hell or high water they find a way
to get under your skin, and there they stay.
Whether It's Poe with woe;
or Frost with snow,
their thoughts crowd your mind while they grow and grow.
Leaving you desperate to find;
an idea of your own.
one of my personal favorites
364 · Jan 2016
Untitled
Lie with me
I dont want to see you shiver or shake
No i dont think leaving was a mistake.
Yes ill stay even when the earth quakes.
Nothing could ever break
My resolve.
Ill only be me while youre involved.
Yes ill be back
Even if i have to crawl
Through the deepest sea
Or the shallowest grave.
No im not saying id die
Please dont cry
Its far from over
Even though its gone under.
I still wonder
Where you are when i awake
Why things aren't the same
Why that chapter ended on that page
Why im filled with rage
Why i cant erase this place.
I need you here,
I need you safe
Talk to me please!
Don't go to sleep
Take me back to the snow.
Please take me back to the boy you knew.

— The End —