i'm drinking
out of
the bottle
on a tuesday
and i have
to ****
but i'm
glued to
this chair
and the keys
are glued
to my fingertips.
the room smells
like cheep wine
and fresh
duvets
i can't seem
to leave
but i always
find a way to

Red' may rhyme with dead
Too many words, looping in my head
A story about ocean of blood
Encircling me, so tragic, oh so sad

Red' a lips that he long to kiss
Roses that he don't want to miss
A wine of strawberries
A forbidden apple that he can't resist

Red' may dance with bled
A broken heart needs a needle and thread
But look what  you've given him to fix this  instead
A tiny bullet to the head, now everything is red

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04-08-15

I commit myself to the homicide
of my thought-flowers.
I indulge in the **** -
Killing my darlings
for the sake of art and sanity.
What a paradox.
I have bloodied my hands
with it even so.

No more love-lite poetry!
No more adolescent chinks of the
pseudo-heart!
No more infantile fork-stabs
at the plate of kid-intellectualism!
No more Wikipedia pages
on thoughts
that can swallow computers
whole!

I'm killing my darlings
for the sake of art,
for the sake of sanity -
what a paradox.
Blood is flowing.

I'm a murderer of ideas tonight -
today I will write
about many of life's very few truths.
Like trees.
Like soil.
These are the only constants in mathematics.
These are the identities.

In my garden, I reach out
to crush an
almost-crimson hibiscus.
Petals squelching with skin and nectar -
no perfume.
The hibiscus roils, unliving.

Red pulpy mess;
heart out of chest.

Yes in my dream, there in a blink of an eye I've build my palace
In my head was a crown, made up of expensive glass
A scene that I declared full of justice indeed
Because in here, all human to me heed

But then the threat of nightmare is always there
He knows what to do to ruined us, he really don't care
He will attack us till we are hopeless
Yes indeed reality, you are the nightmare that made us breathless

Can you blame me when I said that "I really love dreaming"
In my reverie I can count the stars and to me they are glittering
I can kiss the clouds and they hug me there
But what have you brought me reality? Nothing but air

But to be fair reality its true that sometimes you gave me gay
Sometimes the wind hear my laughters, at times both of us play
But most reality, most of the time you gave me agony and pain
To your puzzle who's gonna turn not to be insane

Monkeys staring at the eyeballs in our heads
The forced rope ties tighter and pops out the vein
The process takes a moment but no more than a feather being blown
Sun beams now highlight the velvet hour.

Sand castles keep the sand man guarded and safe
In return, we have another day swallowed by the unaccomplished.
Spirited with a medical remedy
Lovers say a happy goodnight to the days ahead.

String haired figurines on the walls form the decor in this doll house
The rooms sit back to back but remain mostly vacant.
She dances around the room and tries on the attire
Forming the platform for our intimate silent exchange.

The chair pulls down and gravity makes its move
Maps form plans to be affiliated with a higher member
But with refusal, we can sit and add wood to an internal stove
Write stories noticed by no-one living in elegant designed routine.

They say its madness that gets you in the end.

*I dont think I agree!

When it all began,
There were two;

If only two, prior poor decisions and an even poorer
“port,” wine – precursory, I’m sure, to the sugar that’d
split my tooth. And I’d remember the palm of her hand
atop my own sweaty knuckle – SNAP! CRACKLE!
POP! Or so went the molar, only moments before and
come the lash of her tongue. There must’a been

something sprinkled avarice behind the blood nigh
corner of my lip. She’d liked it. She’d licked it. So much
so, that my eyes would gently drift, wander and close.
When next they’d open, skies would be bluer, the sun
would shine just a bit more than usual and my jaw’d be
fit for steel. For the first time in days, the pain was gone.

So when it all ended,
There’d be only one.