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Bexis Aug 2018
Friends or lovers?
It doesn't work that way.
We can be one or the other.
Both doesn't happen.

Why can't we?
Why can't we?

Our closeness only last until tick of the clock.
We could try to break all the clocks.
Hope the time never stops.
We would succeed until the light in the sky brighten.

We may as well be detached strangers living in the same space.
We try so hard only for it to start all over again.
We will break the cycle when I open the floodgates.
Let all those emotions come crashing down.

Are we friends or lovers?
Are we friends?
Are we lovers?
Are we?
  Aug 2018 Bexis
A Simillacrum
Hard pang of metal
louder than my
brittle ears can withstand.
Hard ping of wonder
sent, malicious,
from hidden wonderlands.

Cleave
my warm limbs from me.
Rip
my innards from me.
Substitute synthetic
amplification
for my
basic
weakness.
  Aug 2018 Bexis
A Simillacrum
Oh, no. It's happened again.
My precious words have been turned
back on me in a manner of which
I disapprove.

It hurts -- and words
only win their worth
when they're soft,
when they're

pretty.

Zombie on the boulevard,
and then, a Big Gulp at my back.
Wetness, confusion, anger.
Laughter at my expense.

Tense enough to jump
off the overpass,
stuck to land,
glad to live.

What can you do?

The odds are just as good that
the driver and the passengers would,
years later, die painfully from cancer,
or make the permanent ulnar marks
that I chose not.

Honeyed words are sweet, yes, you're right.
I demand truth of myself, and there are times,
when my self is not nice. Does that then make
my words unworthy compared to yours?

In the end, I see,
the answer doesn't matter.
I should ask, instead:
does it make you mad that
there are so many things out of your control?

I've accepted this.
I guess that's why

I find it funny.
Also the name of an anime or manga series -- can't remember which. Tons, and tons, and tons of hawwwwt sexxxxxxx.

. . . now that I think about it, maybe it was a ******.
Bexis Aug 2018
I have this feeling that is fire.
I feel it as it grows wild.
It connects to many things.
As does the power of life.

That power struggle will cease, right?
Fumbling through the world.
Setting everything a blaze.
I want to harness this flame.

I want to use it to light my way.
Light the beacons through my brain.
Let the cobwebs burn.
See through the haze.

The parts of my brain that have been away.
The part of my soul that is wasted away.

I have found the light and will let it lead the way.
The path I have found hasn't lead me astray.
I will find the secret to open the gate.
To the fire inside of me.
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