Casperlvesyou

Casperlvesyou Jun 2017

A tango on thin razors as your cold Dead eyes lock on the life you once had.
Death and I, dancing on funeral flowers for fun.
Planting seeds of suicide along with notes hanging from closet doors.
Swiping and sweeping the remains of dust covered bodies that couldn't make it through the night

Death and I, another romance meant for the stars.
Growing trees of hope with the healing powers of ears and open hearts.
Gardens blooming of sour thought and hanging hearts, creating a forest of misery

Death and I, great enemies of the times.
Waging war with no meaning and destroying cities with simple words.
*Out of the ashes of sad faces rise the greatest power with the strength of those who had lost

Casperlvesyou Jun 2017

Hurricane

Dearest Death, the dread of dreams drowned my sleep. Deepening the dropping hearts of dull souls,
Winding winds twist and rock these little boats going off the edge.

Dearest Death, the sweet taste of desire seared upon my skin with the scars of razor blades. Wiping tear stained sheets across the ground,
Tsunamis of doubt flooding this house.

Dearest Death, this dance of ending torment with two left feet. Ending with sorrow trapped against the ceiling,
Breaking the glass with the leftover carnage.

Casperlvesyou Jun 2017

Hidden messages (*******)

Who are you to say why I lay awake?
Who am I to confess my dreams?
Do not push this upon me, the sunrise is already too much for my weakened mind.

Diseased with another night's restless fighting, no need to remind me of what had happened.
Let me sleep another peaceful empty way, one I know how to work out.
Shutting my eyes tight begging for relief while my hips move with their own heartbeat.

Who are you to judge how I fall asleep?
Who am I to say that it's anything unnatural?
Feeling thrown out to dry in the sun, branded as if we were breeding cattle.

Freed for a moment from the torment that chases me, relief just fingertips away.
A brief moment of solidarity in the life of balancing on the dancing edge of insanity, grounding me not to the earth simply but, to myself as well.
Humanly humble actions bring pains of pleasure and the guilt of social standings along with it.

Casperlvesyou Jun 2017

"Dead eyes"

Behind these dark heavy bags, lay's something unseen.
Something is hidden from you and me.
"Dead eyes"
The kind that sinks deep in a pale face, the sinking black blob's being picked out of the corners of them.

Black liquid smeared around, giving the dead eyes endless pit's of another tired morning
Clawing the remaining light as the sun steal's the life they once held.

"Dead eyes"
Born with weak veins,
Empty hearts,
Pitless stomachs.
Three worrisome symptoms, begging to be freed.
Peeling the remaining skin from the walking corpse that I've become, ripping away muscles that wrap around sickened bones.
Decomposing of my own body due to the lack of self-care that these
"Dead eyes"
Hold.
*Good night

Casperlvesyou Jun 2017

A deeper meaning

The soggy sad feeling of dread, was it dread?
or
Just the feeling of wanting to be dead?

Another lead for a different night as hands wonder down the body, the body of what?
The embodiment of mother nature herself, grown from the womb.
Something birth from this dying earth, someone who seemed to be free of the ink that drowns oceans.
Free of the paper bounds wrapped around tree trunks where children hang themselves.

The soggy sad feeling of wanting relief along with a clean reef, mother nature is dying and so are we.

#save #the #planet

Casperlvesyou Jun 2017

(Never finish)

The clouds rolled off the cliffs as the rain rolled off of our window shield.
Sinking down into the cracks of the car as the clouds slithered into the canyon below.

More metaphors then a cloudy day

Just molded by some clay, the type of clay gauged out by time.

Casperlvesyou May 2017

Perfect Love

The imperfect kind of love, for the numbers of time I've cried over you.
Your love is imperfect.
My love is imperfect.

Lets love imperfectly, for in my eyes your imperfect being is perfect.
With your lump and side ways bumps, with your marks and small scars, with your moles and large nose.
Though I look at you and your imperfectly perfect flaws fade, just as your brown eyes let me fade into a chocolate moose.

Lets fade in each others arms as we love imperfectly.
Let me fade into your brown eyes, get lost in the curls of your hair, follow your curves and kiss your belly
(Lets love imperfectly with our abstract ways of settling with our bodies)

I Love You Imperfectly
*Please love me imperfectly too