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1.6k · Nov 2012
Fault Lines
Austyn Pierson Nov 2012
Strike me down like a rattling convulsion,
hurricane, and you the eye.

Eye's are covalent in this aspect,
breaking down walls.
While empires fall as such love is an active culture.

We depict our dependings.
You live, I hide.
We aren't that similar, aren't we?

Question me your favorite color,
does it even matter?
Draw blanks, darkness,
engulfing your entity.

Break down these walls.
They're finite in something so infinite.
This lightness, blinding ones soul,
You welcome with a closed heart.

Soft lips, you enthrall,
**** the none existent pain,
love the future that is blind.
Contemplate me, loving the lavash.
Austyn Pierson Jan 2013
Slow walking,
This ghost, it sighs when I sleep.
**** not I, but you and they.

Lies and betrayal are all I know.
Tilt to the sky they say,
Hooks grapple me to the stone.

Breath, take this legs and walk.
Then swivel humble over your tongue.
Humility, a virtue not mine.

Better version of me,
Climb and sit, stars tell stories.
Choices, good day or a bad one.

Where did I learn?
On my own, without a face to say hello too.
Night walks when everyone is sleeping.

I can't live within my head
Pretending they're besides me.
Plains of desolation.

Close your eyes and let him find you
I'm lying to myself, still Austin.
Child stuck in a mans body.

Don't worry child,
Look into your fathers eyes.
Be your own king in a gold throne.
Be one with yourself.

Take these wings of the hawk,
My father said,
Heaven has a plan for you Casey.

Take a hold o Casey,
Say goodbye to Austin.
623 · Nov 2012
Demons cause Wars.
Austyn Pierson Nov 2012
You've always been there,
in the background, pulling strings

What are you though?
Rage engulfs my soul and pulls.
       Cut me open, fill me with strings
       and you play the sticks.
Perhaps your jealousy or vanity.
No your just lies.

Your ugly, white faced, red eyes,
full of hate, darkness, and the blood of your pasts.

I've known you to be me when really thats not who I really am
I'm tired of feeling ******* crazy.
Did I create you, or just invite you?
Rip me open, see these veins pulse.

Heart pulsing in your darkness of palms.
Smile, see pain and fear;
squeeze the darkness till my heart is a million ashes.

Wind covers my hair,
yet I still dont feel the pain.
I was created to be hallow.

Was that why I was created?
Fights and false love,
omens of someone else.

Perhaps your the perfect combination of two ****** up families.
Pain and Sorrow know everything.

Beat down your walls for once,
quivering, on fire.
"Now what?" you ask,
blood rushing and fear stirring.

"My turn."
613 · Dec 2012
Il me dit.
Austyn Pierson Dec 2012
Warm bark, smooth grass, dark skys.
Honeydew sleeping upon your leaves,
   rhythmic in its flow
Your beauty is grace, old, natural.

Swaying in the wind,
dance,
entrall in the moment of beauty and serenity.

Regenerate the sun and bloom with life.
Your Proud and strong.
Let us be one with the ground.

Feel your roots,
dirt,
warmth,
the security.

Stand tall and breath in the oils of the earth,
exhale the love of the wind.
Austyn Pierson Nov 2012
Fingers seeking,
lips quivering,
eyes blank.

I've know you to not be there.
Fatigue and sorrow are old friends.

The clouds dance in a rythm,
mourning, the blood overflows and spills,
spills,
spills,
till my face devourers it whole.

I laugh at the rain, pattering down my neck;
You don't even know me.
You mean sorrow but I feel discomfort.
This wretched pain, my stomachs knows you too well.

Stop, throw it out,
better yet,
feed it to the rain, put on a show.

Those blue eyes are the light,
breath before you die.
Death? Perhaps you were already cold and a corpse.
But your beating hearts tells me otherwise.
516 · Nov 2012
Breath of Life
Austyn Pierson Nov 2012
Vision begins to blur.
I'm falling, hard, my bones ache.
Crush my into the pavement.

The fall through the trees,
your in every aspect even when I'm dying.
The cold, wet forest floor, steaming.
Blush invites my cold cheeks,
before these windows enter a slumber.

Flutter to the light,
oh how the time keeper is very fortunate.
This time, here,
soft skin,
blue eyes,
warm breath,
an embrace.

"hello" lips sync into your beautiful smile.
Breath at this time is unfamiliar.
Dreams, how have you killed me again.
Breath it in, breath in the breath of life.

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