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Oct 2013 · 389
10/9/13 (10w)
Cunning Linguist Oct 2013
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Oct 2013 · 2.1k
Obscure & Lucid
Cunning Linguist Oct 2013
Intrusive thoughts
Enamoring fiend
Amidst an enchanting euphoric rapture
my apotheosis complex washes away
like knives to my throat
in a deluge of familiar burning healing

How I crave to abdicate Self
Oh unrelinquishing,
(r)
                          e  lusive Soul;
       (c)
Abandoning me to languish
In this castigating material existence

Slowly
                                                  feeling
My faith wavering
Withering                                                        
                                                  to the point
of nihility

Layer by layer
Shed my illusions
Shatter my Ego
So maybe I'll realize
Real enlightenment

Because I stopped caring for humanity ages ago.

If misery loves company
How can even I feel lonely
Alone to my thoughts
In a crowd of my peers?
Just keep up appearances ;)

You all look so oblivious with boxes over your heads...

Obscurely I yearn to be lucid
But instead am welcomed
by livid disdain

I just want to watch the world burn
An inferno; more ****** to churn
for my every advance she spurned
don't object my grotesque romance
or squander it in a moment of happenstance;
rather, project a mental image by perchance
Of me pursuing an remembrance
of the past,
in the present; instead of looking forward
to the pen I wield in hand;
Dubiously proclaimed mightier than the sword
Began as a companion to "bewilderment"
Decided to make it a stand alone piece. Love to hear your interpretation :)
Sep 2013 · 838
bewilderment
Cunning Linguist Sep 2013
My dreams and life contrasting
in the abstract I pretend to transcend
I feel the ground collapsing
So I spark up and promise myself its godsend
Spent on the nonsense so I absolve
Then slowly revolve again
Ascending to the sky on the wings of deceit;
I cascade downward in a thousand droplets of oblivion
Sep 2013 · 527
(9/12/13) 10w
Cunning Linguist Sep 2013
Oh creeping, morbid feeling
I'd love seeing society in shambles
Sep 2013 · 1.1k
Beatrice (12/13/11)
Cunning Linguist Sep 2013
So I said goodbye to what was left
Of what I'd held onto,
of her silhouette

As it stared back I fell bereft;
Its unblinking eyes
followed me to my Death

Perpetually lost in the wake of my drift
I found the things I had buried were what I had kept
My Beatrice showed me a Heaven,
I can never recreate
Whether in the beauty, or the life beyond,
My most horrific nightmares
"Super obvious Dante's Divine Comedy/ Inferno inspiration. I woke up one night and the words flowed directly from mind to pen. Where are you when I need you muse?"
Sep 2013 · 465
9/7/13 (10w)
Cunning Linguist Sep 2013
Where is life taking you?
Closer to, or further from?
Sep 2013 · 1.4k
False Messiah
Cunning Linguist Sep 2013
I. Incumbent incubus;
An evil man sees the light
So he seizes the light
Zealously endeavoring
to extinguish its fervor

II. Duplicitous snake;
Trembling, the ground gives way
All the while shadows in his mind
Animate a reflection of life
All embracing, smothering him
Enveloped like a butterfly in his chrysalis

III. Beguiling wolf;*
Frantically he seizures
Oh, unbeliever*
With magnificent gusto,
Manifests the Inferno
Ubiquitously irradiating
To both cleanse,
and drive the shadows hiding
just beyond sight
Once more into the infernal abyss
Aug 2013 · 1.3k
Thanatos (Smoke)
Cunning Linguist Aug 2013
Real lies, unreal thing
Light me up just take a puff
Then once more until you huff
And again with feeling
Feel your life unreeling
Unrelenting

Real eyes
Disillusioned


Lungs replete with cloud of one thousand burning trees
Avert your gaze, look beyond the haze
So you'll fail to notice I etched the stress as wrinkles in your face
and smothered your Eros, imbued void in its place

Realize
Dissolution


Whether its reward or solace you seek
Inhale me, the vapors of your saving grace
I am everything you've hated to love and loved to hate
Unrepenting

Now exhale your pain
Oh exalted Soul
Pity I bring you no relief
Rather, wield a sword


Now as I overwhelm
And pull you down under
You can take the helm
But your vessels asunder

Your heart and lungs are now black
I harbor plague, yet still you'll come back
Because your peace of mind rests with me
In these most tumultuous tides
Jul 2013 · 1.6k
Nightterrors
Cunning Linguist Jul 2013
Nightmares.
Edge of a bridge.
Very distraught.
About to jump.
Life is valueless.
Screaming.
Sirens.
People encircled to talk me out of it.
Or to watch.

I laugh wildly.
An officer is earnestly appealing me to come back over the railing.
Lucifer manifests beside me.

"You won't do it.
This is a cry for help and you've always been quite the attention seeker.
So go on, jump.
Mean it you coward, you fool.
Make the world a better place.
Waste the knowledge I've bestowed upon you.
You are merely a pupil to my eye.
I shall know your soul."


One foot teetering forward,
Gust of wind knocks me back into the railing.
An angel appears to my right.
Glance left
Satan particulates into a thousand specks of nothing.
And dissipates in the breeze.
The officer is shouting indistinctly somewhere in the background.
"Be not tricked by that devil,
for his only power over you is fear.
Know the light and his evil shall not penetrate your sphere.
Lest ye be swayed, then truly the end is nigh"


I come to my senses.
The officer lends me his hand and helps me back over the railing.
The crowd erupts in applause.
I finally know my life purpose,
I'm overjoyed and overcome with happiness.
My range of vision is spiked with the most vivid palette of colors.
With an about-face I am struck by a bus.

Floating somewhere above my body, watching myself
I question the nature of existence
and awake before I'm offered a reply
Jul 2013 · 630
Zombification (10w)
Cunning Linguist Jul 2013
Gnashing of teeth**
Mutilating flesh;
Annihilation.
Reanimate,
Decay
Proliferating
Malady
Jul 2013 · 1.7k
Whores of Babylon (10w)
Cunning Linguist Jul 2013
****** of Babylon bathe in promiscuity;
Go against the flow.
My first 10 word poem. Interpretation is welcome.
Jul 2013 · 878
Immanentize the Eschaton
Cunning Linguist Jul 2013
I.* Manifest, oh Apparition;
I invoke thee to show me your light
so that I may apportion some inhibition
How I beseech thee, oh illusions of perception;
Masterfully guised as wolves among sheep

II. Materialize, oh manic vision;
For I have listened as the chasms between the Heavens and Earth
both wax and wane
Simultaneously

How I implore you -
throw down your swords;
For it is all the deplorable horrors
(sorrows) you reap
unto this world that I weep

III. Manifest, oh Phantasm;
When deceased molecules coalesce  
A breathe of life is given to those ****** and bereft
A resurgent culmination unleashed
Dawning the end of Man
and the rise of the Beast

Is it that you simply perceive or believe -
or lack thereof
that constitutes your reality?

Bestow the sceptre unto the spectre;
Assuredly, there you'll uncover a sepulchre
Jun 2013 · 8.0k
Aegri Somnia Vana
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
Aegri Somnia Vana (Latin): a sick man's dreams; hallucinations

In the country of the blind,
the one eyed men are kings
So condemn what you don't understand

C
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It's more alluring to feed the machine

C
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Is your life the masterpiece you dreamt of painting?

From out of the depths,
Comes Father Time to devour your /
follie de grandeur
Your blissful ignorance
Your wishful thinking

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It's all I can do to preserve a calm mind
Or try

But I'd rather play follow the leader*

I'm plagued by my cognitive processes
It haunts me
And my inability to bring luminescence
to the infinite shadows swirling around me

Don't you know by now your essence of life
manifests in the vibrancy of your frequency?
Philosophy or logic
It's a Love > Fear dichotomy
Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur:
"The world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived"
Jun 2013 · 1.0k
Coalescence
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
Grind me to dust -
Go on do it;
I'm simply waiting for you to make the first move

-Amply,
your innate poignancy shatters my every statue and taboo;
So that I'm left to blossom again

Permeate me;
Or eliminate me,
Though I'd rather flourish with you than perish

Break down my walls,
Rip me apart;
As we stand arm in arm while I do the same

So place us in a mold,
Lets blend together
Mesh with me

We could synthesize;
Or divide

It's only a matter of time,
An eventuality
before we'd reamalgamate anyway

You're the math to my abstract;
So should you calculate or speculate?
- Or perpetuate while we vegetate?

Would you,
Could you
conquer the inevitable?

Could you,
Would you
ever endeavor?

You are the order to my chaos
We could burgeon in oblivion,
though I'd rather balance in harmony
It's black and white at the same time
Like cognitive dissonance
Jun 2013 · 1.5k
Atonement
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
My life flashes before my eyes;
I now have no passage of time
Its a sign;
I'm swimming against
a mighty current of lost souls
Threatening to drown me in the tide

A downpour to compliment this storm;
Daggers falling from the sky and the stars align
With a rush of the most brilliant white

Resembling something like that of a dream;
the likes of which no mortal eye has seen
One thousand invisible hands
usher me toward the zenith
While the choirs of angels sing

A brief gleam captures my focus,
as the pearlescent gates swing open
And without a word,
my kingdom come beckons me forward

I pace these streets paved with gold
my exhilaration is elevated elevenfold
With Hades snare no longer taking hold
my wings unfurl as I soar into the air
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
Is it worth it?
To live a life without questions,
never asking yourself why.
There's no reason to pay attention
But I gave in;
Never too wise to make a rational decision -
Nothing left, so I
let these opinions become
incisions in my flesh

Was it worth it?
To put my life in her hands
Fully knowing she'd let it spill
like grains of sand in an hourglass -
Nothing lasts
Except demons from my past;
I can escape about as well
as a mouse in a trap

Its remarkably spectacular;
When I look, stop, then reflect
On everything I've ever done
to inflict another stab to my back

Okay, it's what I lack
In this marvelous abstraction
And how I let my decadent life
fall apart in a fraction of a second;
Every step forward, is just another regression
I take this message as a lesson
I need to embrace my consequences

So I guess I'm an aesthetic,
Because every time I think of her
I can't help but s-s-stutter
because I'm at a loss for words

Then I shudder
as I struggle to
locate my common sense
Because ever since I let her leave
I haven't got a decent night of sleep

And now my only regret,
is the only question I've left
& that's why did I ever let my troubled mind
double as my prison?

Decisions, decisions
I ponder through the legions of lesions
I mean I've got so many problems
even my shrink is in disbelief
Why can't you just leave and let me be
can't you see I'm grieving
the loss of all of my self esteem?
So it seems,
Maybe I really am crazy.
I hate it. /

Nowhere to go, I stumble upon a crossroads
Where I'm greeted by a drifter
who tells me of his most wondrous proposition
"Listen here kid while I enchant you,
I can grant every single wish
you've ever wanted to come true.
All the secrets of Heaven and Earth
I can bestow unto you."


Who are you?
"I come in many names
Why not address me Master, for you are my slave
Some call me Beelzebub, but really I'm you
The voices in the recess of your mind
You deny as the truth
I am Lucifer, the light-bearer
Knowledge, that which haunts you

I am the recurring nightmare plaguing your slumber"
-
(The one with the window,
what do you see on the other side?)
a voice whispers

A mirror, the haunting reflection
of memories enamored, inanimate
(Moments forever suspended in time)

"I am your Paradise in Flames -
Your Heaven, insurmountably enshrouded with shadows"

(What are they, the shadows?)
"Your fear. My demons manifest -
in pillars of billowing smoke clouds."


What do I have to do?
"Here, eat of my fruit
Simply hand over your soul,
then lo and behold,
You'll hold the entire world at your disposal
Quid pro quo"


Oh no, I stare in amazement as I wonder
Is this all worth eternal damnation?
It tears me apart
as my heart yearns with temptation.

I stared this abomination dead eye
as I proclaimed with a laugh of elation:
"Worldly possessions have always been
objects of my fascination.
That said, I'm really not one to follow through with prior obligations..."

He said
"Take your time,
I have plenty -
About a lifetime in fact,
Because if you choose to dance with me
its a lifetime you won't get back."


I used to admire you,
and your promise of material ideation,
But I must digress -
Your abhorrent consuming darkness
Is extinguished, with a bolt of lightning
Brilliant and lustrous

(Corinthians 11:14)
"And no marvel, for even Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light"

It's then I decided it best to turn around and walk back the way I came.
I'd rather skip tempting fate anymore today.
Thank you for 3,000 views. My grandest achievement along with "Spontaneous Combustion" and "Trivial Drudgery"
Jun 2013 · 1.3k
Wisdom is Power (6-18-13)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
Spells of immaculacy,
enamored by divine blasphemy
Oh, the glamour of defeat;
Illuminating my delusional illusions of grandeur.
The facade erected
in the name of my dissonant lunacy -
Replenished to diminish, ease the tension
while I watch the world around me burn
Ascension/

With purification, the nameless and faceless yearning for the knowledge
God blesses upon his prophets
Rather burning in oblivion,
fate earned by blind devotion and faithlessness.
Only time can tell, when shall we
separate ourselves from this abomination?
For only from the ashes of chaos
brings forth the promise of creation -

Salvation bathed in blinding light
Only with open eyes will one see an end
for which there is no sight.
Eradicate your spite
and take a deep look inside yourself
It is only then you will ultimately find
you are the sole Creator,
of your own Paradise, and of your own Hell.

Call this my dissertation
on a nation rife with desensitization.
Certainly plagued by monitors and screens,
can your hear their screams?
Why, but of course not. We fear no evil.
The evil is unseen. -
Lying in wait
behind the prospect of the American Dream.

The interests of the men lurking behind the curtain permeating our everyday ideology -
Lulling ourselves into a false sense of security
Why question such a monumental absurdity?
Too distracted even to leave our homes.

Our minds have been effectively infected and collectively we've turned ourselves into drones.
Reclaim your mind, Or in time you will surely incur horrors I perceive worse than Death;
The beast has swallowed you whole.

Mind only your indulgence of all that is true and you will find that which is eternal bliss.
I'm impatient and far from complacent with a world so blatantly detrimental to itself.
Allow your wisdom to be your might,
lest we continue to arbitrarily pass judgement amongst ourselves.
Think I watched Zeitgeist a few too many times before writing this.
Jun 2013 · 2.0k
Lucy
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
It was quite the gloomy day for young Lucy. A very, very vile day indeed. Every day follows this same suit. This, however, does not normally affect her, as she has been hardened by her daily burdens at school; until today. We'll get to that part soon, but first let me tell you a little more about Lucy's life.

She is often the object of ridicule by the other girls at her boarding school, St. Chucky's School for Girls. But this does not compare to when she is at the mercy of Helen. Helen, the most popular girl at SCSG, everybody adores her, but not just that, they want to be her. It is not necessarily their fault, as they are oblivious to Helen's charm. Lucy even finds herself coveting Helen's life, occasionally. But nobody (with the exception of Lucy) can see through Helen's façade: That of a wolf in sheep's skin. Words such as "base," and "ruthless," fall short when trying to define her. Every time Helen begins a rumor about Lucy, it doubles as another nail in Lucy's coffin. We'll file this metaphor under "obvious foreshadowing."

Though try as she might, she constantly feels inept at handling her life when in the hands of Helen. She has attempted – time after time – to appeal her case to the adamant directors, but they – sadly – are hypnotized under Helen's such guile pretense. A compromise is utterly pointless at best. So Lucy primarily tries to evade Helen's clutches.

This brings us to the present, where we find Lucy crying in the comfort of solitude inside the restroom. She aimlessly wanders the labyrinths of her mind seeking the answers to why she feels so alone in this world. She ponders what she has finally decided. If she'd have had just one friend, maybe the imminent future wouldn't look so desolate. But this is not a happy story, and unhappy stories are usually followed by a very unhappy ending. Trying to anchor herself to anything she could possibly have left. …She fails. Oh well.

Losing her grasp on reality, and with a swift kick, the stool from beneath her feet gives way, allowing the rope's grasp around her neck to tighten. Her body thrashes about, fighting, but to no avail. Time flashes before her eyes as she blinks her last. Poor Lucy, she was too naïve to realize that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

But don't worry, they'll eventually find her body. And maybe Lucy will get what she wanted: for everybody to feel sorry for her. Maybe all the girls will realize the damage they've caused. And maybe, just maybe Helen won't get reprieved this time for what she's done… Fat chance. Such a pity.
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
It doesn't matter what I say; I'm never right - not to anybody except myself.
I am the only person who can justify just why exactly I choose to live my life the way I do.
People are ignorant, they don't understand.
Which is why I don't understand why I expect more from this world.

I'm a living testament to the power of contradictions.
Sometimes I wonder if I really believe what I think.

It doesn't matter what I do; I'm the only person that benefits from it. Selfishness?

I'm a prisoner to my thoughts and false perceptions of grandeur.
Is it reasonable to call them false if I'm the only person I know who doesn't think I'm mental?

Isn't this my life to do with which whatever it takes -I believe- to pursue happiness and satisfaction?
This is a blessing from God which should not be taken away, but this is the absurd contradiction of which we call "Life."
I seek purpose and reason in a meaningless world.

I see no point in trying to justify myself to anybody other than Him.
So why do I constantly strive for this? Are right and wrong (and morality for that matter), anything more than statues erected by man?
The life I live is defined by my own personal integrity and it is that which I believe I will be judged according to, and whether or not the path I've taken has been more beneficial to myself or destructive.
God does not see through eyes of morality.
My eyes have been opened and He has shown me the way.
Is this why I see life for what it really is, is that the reason why I am misunderstood?

People are too afraid to look for the doors to open their mind's eye when this world we live in commands them to be blind.

Who is anybody else to tell ME how I should go about living MY life - what I should do, to be a virtuous person or follow into somebody else's footsteps in hopes of acheieving transcendence?
Who am I to listen?
To be a zombie, never questioning the status-quo -

Is it worth fighting against the flow if there is something more on the side from which you've been floating away from?
I believe the answer is yes.
We are born into this world from true happiness - utter bliss.
Life is the river which carries us downstream, away from our nature.
Some may find what they believe they are looking for by not interrupting the flow.
But not me.
And I believe I will find what I am looking for in this journey I have chosen.
I will one day be reunited with that happiness of which I came from.

From playing both sides in this field of life, its safer for me to tell myself that I'm of completely sound mind.

Reality is the true artificial. Nothing even seems real anymore. Not people. Sincerity is dead.

I need to break free - but how can a flower blossom if it sinks deeper into the earth each day, away from the sun?
I cannot let this unfulfilling life consume me. I refuse to let it happen. But how do I escape?
Jun 2013 · 1.6k
Angst (4/12/11)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
Laying here alone in my bed,
writing angsty teen poetry in my head
Because my words are generally misunderstood
and I want to spread,
a more positive message
but I feel like I'm missing something

Now I open my individuality to the world
by writing interchangeable verses
left open to interpretation
trying to impress her with my vague themes,
quick wit, and fascination with things
most would find less than semi-interesting

and so what if my self-confidence is tattered,
or if I only have an average sized ego,
contrary to what I'll tell other people

and even if it never makes any difference,
or if I never realize my potential
My chances with women with steadily decline
until I'm rendered undateable

I'll continue to seek solace in drugs
because I've never been partial to things like girls
and the act of reproduction

I embrace inadequacy

Its all the rage;
I'm the ******* cliche

And I lack social grace

All aboard the bandwaggon,
Because all my friends and I
have the same hair
and general outlook on life

Some people have real problems and some have lives,
I don't think I fit into either of those percentages

I'm bound to live without meaning
for the rest of my days
because I've ****** up everything
I've ever felt meant anything

you can see it in my face,
behind this facade I put on
Smile :)
Jun 2013 · 1.4k
My Anti-Love Song (10/18/10)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
When I wake in the morning, the first thing I do,
is look at the sky while I think about you
you ****** up my life, I love you

And when we hold hands as we sit by the lake,
we hear the birds singing, and all I can think
is about brushing your hair over your ear...
and punching you in the face

even though, its been one year now
and a lot is changing and I dunno how,
one things stayed the same
when I see your face...
I think about someone else

oooh, ****
I love you...
I hate you...
I mean I love you...

I want you to want me
as much as little kids
want apples for trick or treat

Lets go see the world,
as we drift out of love
and go to Iraq...
so terrorists can blow us both up
(i love you)

If a genie gave me three wishes,
I'd wish to never die
so that I could think about you for all time
and then when you died, I'd cry...
because I didn't wish that for you

Then with my second
I'd bring you back to life
but then I'd have to **** you,
because you'd be a zombie,
my zombie...

With my third wish
I'd undo the first two
so we could go get married,
and both say "I do,"
and then have little kids that look just like you,
and then get a divorce...

I should have wished,
for a better relationship

But in all seriousness -
if I had one wish;
I'd wish for you to fall off a cliff

I love you...
I hate you...
I mean I love you...
Yeah I was in a pretty dark place when I wrote this.
Jun 2013 · 903
For: Devon (8/31/10)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
I've never had a love
so true as ours
Every second seems like hours
as we gaze toward the stars

Lets pretend for a second
tonight will never come to a close,
so we can just run away together
and never go home

Every moment we're apart
my heart skips a beat,
my breathing becomes weak,
as the ground collapses beneath my feet

I've lost all sense of time,
and my eyes can no longer see
-Although separation is akin to the feeling I get
when you're kissing me

Every time you smile at me,
the butterflies flutter feebly -
You've taught me to believe
that fantasy is more than just a dream

So take my hand,
and lets stare at the sky
while this teenage fairy tale
comes to life before our eyes

I'll be at your side
until the day that I die,
just so you'll never have to feel alone

Words will never do to describe
the way I feel about you
It doesn't matter if we're young;
This is more than infatuation,
this is love
It always is though right?
Jun 2013 · 756
Forever Endeavor (3/14/10)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
One last breath
is all I'll need,
before I can find myself complete

One last step
is all I'll take,
before I find myself awake again

Why do my dreams torment me so?
my grasp is slipping,
I just can't let you go
stop, I can't be alone

Even when you're far gone
and I'm lost in solitude once more,
your ghost will always haunt me
with the thought of what once was,
its for the rest of time
your shadow will linger beside mine

Time is all I have left;
death parallels certainty,
and I know it will cross our paths

With one last breath,
and one last step,
time has run out,
I have nothing left
with one swift kiss
and one last goodbye,
I drift away,
and fade into the night...

Is this our conclusion?
Staring at this illusion,
we find union in seclusion
we'll be one in entombment
we're both bound to this forever endeavor;
we'll rot in the ground together,
forever and ever
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Aeipathy (1/03/10)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
Not even the shame of our eradicated bliss
is enough to replace the image of your face
imprinted on the inside of my eyelids

My memories return me to a time,
when being able to call you mine
was more than enough reason
for me to want to shine

a reason to try,
a reason to fly,

and just when life was too perfect to be right,
suddenly you erased all my stars
and I was cast deep into the night

Why does this still frame remain
when I could not refrain
from letting you walk away?

Why was I so easy for you to discard?
We were so much alike
it ripped us apart

Now you look upon me with such blatant disregard
I stare up at the stars
look wide and far,
I can't find them;
I see only caverns of scars carved across the sky

It took until now
to figure out
life will proceed,
even if I never know how

to so reclaim this piece of me you took when you left
I'm incomplete
and this hallowed heart slows its beat in my chest

Since I'm a victim to my narcissistic thinking;
and you're overflowing with persistence,
unblinkingly let our flowering love blossom into this,
non-existence

You had been worth so much,
you tore me down such,
I never realized
you weren't ever worth a drop of my blood
our love had been such a burden in a blessing,
falling apart was effortless

This story fails to have a happy end
I'm sure the future will cross our paths to some extent
until then, I can pretend to let this image fade away
until it returns, then disappears once again
Aeipathy (Archaic) Noun. A continued passion; an unyielding disease
Jun 2013 · 2.1k
Lock and Key (10/26/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
I found a key
to unlock possibilities
a refreshing memory
to start anew
I found a key,
and that key was you

Your voice rings in my ears
such a tone no other can hear
the nights fading in,
tomorrow drawing near,
no longer shall I fear
the nightmares
that have disappeared

Awaken from my slumber
so tired and weary,
worn from the night;
so dark, so dreary
awaken from the beauty
I see when I dream
the forbidden imagery
I only see when I sleep

I found a key,
no man should ever obtain
the key unlocked a door
and there you were aglow,
but I could not hold you,
why do you torment me so?

dreams are such wonderful torture,
a goal you aren't meant to achieve
this key brought me to you,
laying here in my bed,
a jigsaw puzzle above my head,
I'm in love with every part of you
finally I can fall asleep,
knowing you'll be here beside me...

This key locked me away
I'll never see day
I'm bound to solitude;
So many letters, I'll never send
Because I'm never going to see you again
Jun 2013 · 742
Daytripper (10/10/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
the girl of my dreams,
has been evading me-
for quite some time
its becoming increasingly difficult
for me to find her at night

remembering,
sends a chill down my spine,
and all I can wish for is twilight
when I will dream,
persistence is becoming futile it seems
its hard to sleep,
all I want to do is scream

internal conflict,
has always been my thing
my will is busting at the seams
insomnia is ripping me apart

I'm still awake,
and its a nightmare lasting endless days
I think I see her-
my heart skips a beat again

just a mirage
why do I fall so fast?
I get up, and you've already passed
have I found you at long last?
I'm so tired of playing second best

I need to sleep,
so I can see you in my dreams
my daydreams,
are all I can draw insipiration from
please just tell me that you are the one
so I can awake to a rising sun

shine bright, as my stars in the sky
I can't reach it from the ground any longer
Into my dreams I wander
pondering, if she is much farther
have I chosen the right path?
have I fallen too fast?
I wish so dearly this is not too good to last
so I can let my guilt drain from my stomach
and finally relax
Jun 2013 · 580
Five Twenty-One (9/21/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
R.I.P. Jesse Michael Doseck (12-21-93 - 5-21-09)

To a dear friend,
our story's at its end,
the chapter cut short
in this book of sorts

I can't see your face,
the canvas left blank,
and these ships I will sink,
without pausing to think

Here pops a thought,
a thought from the past
from a time together,
which was our last

One argument it took,
for Him to close the book
its at this point I knew,
our friendship was through
I watched all of my ships
sink into the watery blue

Its four months today,
He took you away
I never got to apologize,
that morning the sun didn't rise
and it hasn't since
Jun 2013 · 825
Porcelain Smile (09/01/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
the butterflies have died,
it should come as no surprise

the fire in your eyes
will eventually subside
extinguished at the sight
of your life
denied

You define hate, everything I despise
you'll find another lover by tomorrow night

you're just another pretty face
with an angels grace
with a relationship to put to waste,
when it ends next month

You're like a ******* puppy;
you'll roll on your back for anyone who shows you affection

give me a reason why
you deserve a second chance
because I see not one;
live tonight, its the night of your life
but you can just as easily lose yours,
at the drop of a dime

I let down my guard,
and you taught me how to fly
I used to think you were one of a kind
Rather, a kind one won't find

Your porcelain skin
the face of a doll
Much too delicate
to brace your fall

I wasted an entire summer on you
Spilled out my heart
I thought I found someone who
could make me feel
a feeling so real

My emotions have decayed
Remove this knot from my stomach
And let me drift away

I will never trust you
I will never miss you
I will never love you
I will never kiss you

once a *****;
always the same
Its refreshing to know
some things never change

and if this is what
you call life,
then I'd sure hate to see
what death looks like

Our love thrown out the window
You no longer flood my head
So **** your rose,
I'd appreciate you more if you were dead
Mostly composed of things I said to my ex while fighting through texts, **** my teen angst
Jun 2013 · 588
Fornever (8/16/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
How did I wind up in this mess that I'm in?
You know we always said forever,
now we'll never be friends
you sealed our fate,
with a kiss on the lips
destiny took a twist
and now we'll never be the same

I'm sitting here (alone) with you,
locked in my conscience
trying to pick up the pieces
of whats left of this

I feel like I don't know you
after all we've been through,
All I feel is resent
and how much I hate you

Do I even know you?
how can I even pretend,
that these last few months weren't wasted,
you're so hard to forget

getting lost in your eyes
was my demise
the butterflies just won't end
and it comes as no surprise

I don't care anymore that
you wouldn't spare me the time of day
so we could mend all of this
And joke like it was yesterday
we built it all just to tear it away

We're dumb little kids
how did we wind up like this?

I used to think it was so hard
to find someone who
could make me feel that way
until I met someone like you
I just want to sit here
and laugh about who you've become
why do I find it so easy to say
you just weren't the one?

My dreams don't include you
I guess I've finally moved on
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
memories lost within the sands of time,
twisted and intertwined,
we find that we'll only get what we want
just to have it taken away from us

choose your destiny,
time is of the essence
I won't stay to watch you waste it
so whats it going to be?
hesitation will be our downfall

the silence screams louder than words
the quiet shatters like glass
blinding light illuminates my track
I've come to a cross in the road
this is my choice to mean more
than what I ever have before

though its less trodden ground;
I've chosen my path,
see you around
Jun 2013 · 744
Immaculate (7/25/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
I shot an arrow into the air
and watched as the sky parted
and Heaven unfolded before me

I can see your face,
Oscillating from blurry to crystal clear;
I fear I can see a shattered reflection
staring back at you in the mirror

delicate china;
flawless and extravagant
I marvel at it,  
The perception is immaculate

Suddenly you're less than
a slowly fading visage -
Fading until I can no longer outline
the contour of your jaw

I won't see you again
our visits forever secluded to my dreams
forever a distant memory

I could see time
and everything within it

Everything in one,
then nothing at once

I saw everything;
before my eyes

I saw time
I saw light
I saw life

I watched time fly,
day fade to night,
my life pass me by

I could see everything,
from the sky with a view
I could see everything,
but then I couldn't see you
Jun 2013 · 444
Beginning to End (7/06/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
we can never be the same
never will I forget your name,
your face, the portrait of an angel
hanging in my mind
I've lost what I can't find
I can't call you mine,
but at least there's tonight

so I'll love you friend
beginning to end
this is where it begins,
if tonight is coming to an end
maybe love will find us again
and I can pretend
tonight I'll dream of you
and we'll spend forever,
together in my head

statues crumble at our feet
as we stand together,
I feel so complete
I never want this to end,
but I swear if this is a dream
I'm never going to sleep again

you're still here today
hopefully I can say
your friend I'll stay
But tomorrow morning
is a lifetime away
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
it takes two to tango
I don't want to feel like I'm dancing alone
we're terrible dancers,
but we can at least dance together
and everything will be fine
maybe someday you'll be mine

I'll love you forever long
I thought my wings were gone,
but I'm flying higher than ever
so take my hand,
and dance with me,
like we danced once upon a time
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
I fall asleep at night,
and you're all I dream about
You're all I see;
I just can't live without
all these feelings

You've sparked a fire in my heart
Lets become as one then never fall apart

These butterflies fill my stomach,
and multiply -
Remember when I said,
"You complete me, my puzzle piece"

You knock me off my feet
I get up, I fall in love

I just can't breathe
Breathe sweet life into me
Into this sleep I drift away...
but you're still here when I awake

I pause to think,
but you flood my thoughts
I love you so much, I never want to stop
Are you real, or just a fantasy?
Its so surreal; you've become a part of me

I just can't breathe...
Hung up on your last words

Young children should not skate on thin ice
I'm swiftly slipping through the cracks
I knew this was too good to last

Please can you tell me this is not another dream
Another sleepless night, its something I'm used to
I just can't sleep at night if I'm not dreaming about you
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
the day to my night.
A light in the dark;
so shining bright.

A sad song today;
is music to my ears.
Tomorrow won't be the same,
dried will be your tears.

A love so blind;
it can see no boundaries.
Frightening, the dark,
I see nothing before me.

The light in my dark,
a mark on my heart.
But will the light,
falter tonight?

The white to my black,
an everlasting light;
but the shadow intact,
reminds me of the night.

The fact that I lied,
can't be set aside.
Your trust resides,
my day fades to night.

I lost what I found.
The day to my night.
Will I be whole?
The doubt grows in height.


Will tomorrow be the same?
The next day refrain?
My happiness fades.
Sad I remain.

Tomorrow won't be the same,
as long as our love maintains.
My sadness fades,
the sun rises again.

tomorrow won't be the same.

The light in my dark,
a mark on my heart.
But will the light,
falter tonight?

The light remains bright.
But is the end in sight?
I fear this inside;
I'm afraid of the night.

You are the white to my black,
the day to my night.
A light in the dark,
so shining bright.

The white to my black,
the day to my night.
A light in the dark,
the love of my life.
One of my first poems.
Jun 2013 · 1.2k
For: Leigh (5/17/09)
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
As I gaze into your eyes,
they reflect a look of surprise.
They look so familiar...
these eyes I have seen,
but only when I sleep.

For all of my life,
where have you been?
I've been seeing you again and again.
The seeing is pain,
just out of my grasp is where you remain.

Where have you been?
I've been needing a friend,
you're so wonderful.
Its so difficult for me to comprehend.

I'm afraid to open up to you,
will you reject me?
The thought of rejection is so frightening...

But your eyes, your eyes! They radiate light!
Where have you been all my life?

I've known you but a day,
yet my breath you take away,
as you continue to amaze,
and my heart you set ablaze.

This feeling is so real,
I never want it to end.
I need you in my life,
I just want to be your friend.

Love at first sight was always such a joke.
Now when I talk to you its hard not to choke.
While my knees become weak,
and my words I cannot speak,
my legs begin to tremble,
this feeling I remember...

Where have you been all my life?

Your eyes bring a tear to mine.
You've been here all along.
You've just been hiding for so long.
Its not surprising to me;
I've found the girl of my dreams.
My first poem.

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