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 Jul 2012 Darkin
Overwhelmed
have you ever even
considered
the
perfection
of the human
skull?

he said to me,
pacing the room
and punctuating each
sentence with his
arms

how many millions
of lives it must of taken
to form the perfect
curve that slopes back
so that rain water
falls easily off
and yet
the well-trained
can balance ten books
for over ten minutes?

have you ever even
thought about
how much
that simple *****
changes from the time
you are born?

he stared at me,
frenzied anger burning
in his eyes

(I was as unsure why
and as he was, I’m sure)

how can you sit there
and call yourself smart
when you have never ever
considered such simple
matters?

intelligence is wasted
on the ambitious

he spat out

they never stop to consider
just how much we’ve already
accomplished
 Jul 2012 Darkin
Marsha Singh
Think, small heart.

Don't say
sad eyes know things.

Don't say
hurt things make poems.

I raised you wrong,
told you lies to console you.
Now you speak in five cent fortunes.

Now you don't know anything.
We've crafted such elegant tools
Words which baffle the tongue
and weapons which tear tongues out.

We have so many words
as if tools in a box
But, if we fail to realize that the tool is the means and not the end,
as a map is the means to finding a destination,
we assume we've arrived at the destination by looking at our mass-produced maps
and by saying our mass-produced words
instead of by traversing the terrain and climbing the mountain
to look around for ourselves and craft our own maps.

Our maps must be
Unique to each one of us. Unique to our experiences.

No one can know your dogma;
sometimes not even you.
No one can find your way but you,
sometimes not even then.
No one can guide you on the inward journey but your mind,
sometimes not even that.

All we can do is give each other maps which have proven useful to us.
It takes the individual to take the steps of the journey.
Is it lamentable when the individual doesn't even realize there is a journey:
Life is the classroom in which the lesson is taught.
The lesson defies words: It is more subtle and elegant than we have tools to denote;
The territory is far too complex and constantly shifting to draw a definite, permanent map.

We must learn to draw our own map
to realize the limitations of our tools
to come to terms with the boundaries of our perceptions

Otherwise the maps are useless.
Otherwise our tools are useless.
Otherwise the lesson is useless.

Otherwise the beauty of reality is lost on us.
As a great friend and professor of mine always said:
"The map is not the territory."
 Jul 2012 Darkin
Makiya
inspiration
 Jul 2012 Darkin
Makiya
You have a morning in you
the only reason for which I wake.
 Jul 2012 Darkin
Makiya
Bleach.
 Jul 2012 Darkin
Makiya
I will rip the first three pages
from your favorite book and I will
eat the memories I have of you
in one
bite.

I will devour any trace of you by
burning
my skin
away.

I will dissolve every look every time every
good intention on my tongue like
bad
sugar

and

like bad sugar, you
will remain
a temporary
satisfaction
for anyone
you touch.
Written on May 30th, 2012.
Living on an edge of crystal glass
I can see an ocean rolling

My eyes stare into an empty void
I  see streaks of red that flutter

A flutter of red string
....hold out your hand
The glass is breaking

I grab my self-worth I cannot see
I grab that red that I know has to be

I saw it......
I could taste it....
That was mine.......

Or Was it?

Was the red thread mine to take, to take, to take
Away from another whose eyes are just as blind
No I fear the sounds in my wake-
of the breaking glass treading my fate

That ocean rolling so near
I can't hear
So reach out your hand take all that is yours

My mouth opens as I fall
 Jun 2012 Darkin
Kingafroninjaa
Can I drown in the sweet sorrow of your passion?
Bask in the drips of your essence and savor your liquid ecstasy.
Stare in awe at the contours of your body as it bends to my very will.
Making you feel as real as this fantasy world we have thrusted ourselves into.
Your soft whimpers caresses my ears as our spirits are driven by their own Heaven and Hell.
The rapid movements of your ribcage soothes my ravenous soul as our bodies intertwine with each other.
The aroma of our mixture captivates my subconscience as we're climbing towards your highest peak.
Your petite thighs clenching onto my physique build as the wave of nirvana overpowers your psyche.
She slowly drifts away from our fantasy world, leaving me here to dwell on her forsaken sorrow.
My body yearns to hear your voice in the endless darkness as it awaits for your return.
Can I cross the threshold into your garden of Eden one last time?
 Mar 2012 Darkin
BB Tyler
UNtitled
 Mar 2012 Darkin
BB Tyler
your screams were your letters
unaddressed
your dreams are your betters
unimpressed
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