Wake up wake up, I dreamt a dreamer
Woven in silver, jewellery like the two trees
She offered me some relief away from my panic
I told her, "I'm starving, I need your peace"
She glitches into oblivion, left me twitching in my misery

I shout to the clouds of the torned-up town,
They said they were hefty so my endeavors drowned.
The town was drunk to a hallucinated sin,
Like a soul on the swing disturbed by his molested scene.

Obnoxiously lamping the soil to bury the truths,
My wretched life shrieked to the hanged forbidden riots,
Their voices were shut and gits were rolled  out,
The hanging symphony of death left no shadow by their houses.

"you gaze unafraid as they
sob from the city roofs"

Hold it, the sighs of creme and ****** lips
The sower, kindly drop some shadow
Just hold us deep into that slow breeze
The tainted red would move us together
Imm in deep voice, stark fingers touching
Heaven and everything, it goes against me
Feel some valency, worth, your beauty and
The card that bleached into the lost night
Of moving against the spirit of flowing tides
Crashing between the pores of sand
Around these fingers that crossed some of you so preciously
Now come to me millions of times for the sky breeds some time to die, again
Under the tent of that weird surrounding, the low-sighted buildings, found a hotel named metropolis, and Clark was brooding, flirting, and singing a song
It went like "I had a thought dear.." moving like flashes of sudden melting under the sweet whispering straight at your mouth as I crawled to your face and your lips and your eyes, we moved so quickly
Suddenly I remember, I don't deserve this and a rush of sadness scales down my spine as hell breaks through my eyes while the sky creeps and dies and dies and it screams and dies for time is over and nothing else moves but Clark fidgeting thinking about something else

The walls they are standing still
Unusual traffic bestowed upon my heart
I need to catch my breathe before i lose it
Again and again i don't look for realism
Just a fantasy where my frowns are not met with screen faces and laughter that creeps
A fantasy where i become perfect and I'm loved by you as much as you want to love me. Just heard my father say something mean and i left the room mumbling words i personaly kept to support my weight
Am i going to be something big or a candle burnt in heavy winds? Am i to **** myself or just to live for your sake in agony? Am i to be a kick in the eye or in the dark where only you see me?
What if it happens to me on a different day and bridges collapse as sun starts to fade, birds scared, scattered and windows drawn to the waist. It's a village which quiet houses and a rusty swing, a seesaw which ducks painted in red there's a wire with clothes too many for drying staked in form of desperation like someone as sad as ellie wants me to say "come on you stupid *****"
But the bridge was down and so was i, in the end the village was shifting up my horizon like my god wished some time to laugh and say "haven't laughed this hard for so long better stop now before I start crying"
Love

I feel that late run in the bones of her
It dreams and screams like a little kid with bare skin

Driving so keenly,
glancing at the back
Oh I see you comfortable there,
unlike my past

On the road of the town,
gently unspoken
Raging against my luck,
but celebrating for this win

Remorse of this shyness,
dreamt inside so pretty
I can't hold you down easy,
my arms are already heavy

On this light so bright,
I count the glitters that fit
Because my own is not sure,
if she buys it

I lit a thin green candle (to start a poem)
Under the coming storm, faith has dealt me a knight
So give back my keys
I must open the gates for your peace
Maybe then I'll get some sleep
Or my conjuring comfort calling quit
And we all will be doomed, washed behind big hospital with matching socks,
Knocked by purple morphine, pink tic-tacs
Still then I bet we won't be asleep

A 17 year old girl
How she believes the smile was fading
Into faith of drama
The prayer was doomed with time
The same she says as she worked
But she's tired of running
Running and picturing a funeral
Of her rarely worn dress
Now she's sad
Wondering what would you judge her for?
Is it the words or her dress?
Now picture this
The lullaby of an old man
The king once asked his men
"What's the tastiest meal my tongue could bear?"
Some said something with sweetness
Some slightly depressed said sour
Some were confused as they were empty
Some were carcasses of a bleeding ship
Too little to say anything
One man stood up in agony
Said nothing said is anything right

It's hunger

Hunger is the might
The fire of Prometheus and his light
Was the hunger or desire to blind Zeus
To hold him in prison for his art
And then show him what he does with this light

Hunger is the soul
The soul of everything and everyone bold
And when the wolves move in hunger
They howl
The carnivore's urge to rip the soul into a place
Where she waits, the prey of the prey

Hunger is love
Ask someone
Eden moves to the beat of the body
Grooves in addiction to rocking flash
Like a wave meeting the rock, she dreamt

Hunger is crime
Crime against the best poets and writers
For them, it's just words and ink to dry
But it drives them to mountains of desire
And rob words from the loosely held cry

Hunger is icy
Colder than empathy and sharper than pain
When a monster looks for his next prey
He wishes to find the company of blood-red
Innocence she murdered in vain

Hunger is human
For it is human it must be beautiful
The mother feeds her baby by her breast
And when the babe falls asleep to rest
She gently runs her hand through her chest

picture that
**** the king, **** the words
it's only your hunger in might

Wish you'd stick around
Wish the end of all that ends
Wish this start of spring implodes in love
Wish the prices of groceries go down
Wish you'd like me now
Wish the past doesn't have a bomb on its neck
Wish I'd stop worrying and daydreaming
Wish the world could see me
Wish I could not unsee destiny
Wish I could marginalize fantasy from reality
Wish I could control condensing droplets under my eyelids
Wish the happy sorrow and laughing about it
Wish the definition of tensor was simple
Wish the matrix was not so difficult and it had symmetry
Wish you'd stick around
Wish the end of all that ends

David Gilmour's guitar
Sylvia's pen
Houdini's hat
Feymann's bongos
Elliott's beanie
Cobain's *******
Karpov's mind
Hozier's hair
Tolkien's genius
Bragg's youth
Greenwood's innocence
Dostoevsky's demon's nihilism
Napolean's Europe
Myself maybe.

Why does it rain
So loud
That I wish the world
Was set on fire

Arise, the fear of being beneath the ground
Suppress everything and everyone you feel free to differentiate
Fearful of being lost faster than time, slower than peace, slimier than faith
Remember when it all was pretty, now it's bleeding into something diagonal
Arise, chimes of my paranoia, sound some pretty choir, some sigh screening
Fear the dread, fear no less child, fear no less
The day would shine on us when it would all be quiet
But what if the pupil despicably choose to rage against your peace
Paralysis to your order might make us insane
But you told us to "fear no less child, fear no less"
Sometimes it's the break of day and sometimes the night
I wonder about the music that was never quiet
The lyric among the symphony that's hanging upside down
It's some lullaby that's just wouldn't die
And the moments before everything grew
It took shade under the weary castle
The realms of the anxious
And it whispered "i love you"
Or something out of the abyss, walking out of substance to say to
Running out of promises to keep but my dear it's all ending
I won't deny the existence of destruction
But something deep down inside says it isn't right
Please be okay if you're quiet
And news to our little paradise, blooming with everyone with no surprise
I'll get a  life, or a hand shake or carbon monoxide
Something must be able to move
When everything breaks in front of our universe

"Her hand was cold, and she cried for the sake of her mysterious unusual love"  said people  
The immortality of her blank face wasn't her at all but was
She the young woman who loved her look ignoring the horrors of her past
They had a family with angry strangers and loved ones
But she was killed by an accident without innocence or guilt
The immortal is the thought dear, that doesn't have a face...

A gospel beneath, mumbling some pop song
hidden, from nobody yet unseen
a herd full of kids and romantics
You smell the teen spirit amongst their spoils
a creature who locks up his spirit and consumes it
bit by bit, snacking the crumb of consciousness
divide every bit to consume yourself from within
A word mumbled till it lost all meaning
don't ask for help when you are lost to everything

Watch as she wakes from the sleep of depth
Hyperventilating to an extent
Of no turning back
And some creep was looking down
Wreathed her weariness and scolded her
Of being so wrong
She wants to plead her innocence
But she's lost

No glory or irony for me to seek
Sweet death for you and a rope in hand for your love to hang from a tree
He settled in your arm and soul and his spirit wondered and got lost in the empty sky
Like a thought in this breeze;
No water or love can wash this blood that moves down my spine and rests on my hands
Well no irony did I receive,
I remember he crawled and screamed as the slashes of Blade painted that pain
I do know that pain but there was irony that she receive
Here my soul rests by the crime I never committed or the blood I never tasted
Here I die with no irony printed by this tree

Calm it down
Come back to bed
We grew older than our words
Colder than our dread

Ticking away, the time that owes us blood

A distinct galaxy must have

Lipsticks for men and women to kiss where they didn't **** little children and destroy cities

Now again

It's good to hear yourself far away across the street

The softly spoken death sentence

Then screams of abstinence, reoccurring tones of vocal chords tearing up to merciless stretch.

It's a huge shape to draw by a poor weary man

So he decides to join the twisted fate of craze

And then he is forced to the back
The demon whispers "sorry we are full of ordinary man, we don't need more murderers"

Put that thought next to problem 8, a bunch of scribbled lines

The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout.
Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

The itsy bitsy spider riffled his cobweb off his legs.
Ripples of candor light hit the spider's neck.
Outside his nest was a rainbow glowing dark out,
and the itsy bitsy spider went up the water sprout.

The itsy bitsy spider left his home hungry for light.
Down came the night, cold and stark, miles from bright.
All sounds were of the insects that were preyed on silently,
and the itsy bitsy spider was lost to be

minutes to hours to years to some time in between

The itsy bitsy spider looked inside for a reason
Searching anxiously for himself, up to the ceiling of his prison
Careless and calculated he strikes his absence for any food
Water is relentless and pools up beyond his tiny boots

The itsy bitsy spider didn't long for a place to call his own
A shadow fills up his cup and the empty fills whatever's known
And Beyond all the drugs and alcohol and blood is hope
Sitting naively not making a sound to wake the sleeping rope

The itsy bitsy spider looked at his reflection
The scars were brought on some greedy loan, some false election
They didn't heal and his cold blood was still unborn
His body was broken, limbs disfigured and legs torn

but months of therapy self-reflection and positivity made his kind of whole

The itsy bitsy spider left his home hungry for beauty.
Down came the storm, forced the spider under a leaf
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
and the itsy bitsy spid....

Little she floats, a sphere of life
Brakes every day, reforms every night
Soft as cotton candy on mid-summer rain
Stern, as she throws her arms and invades

Jane, you are sweet and kind
You melt steel and wood with your eyes
O, Jane, you are sweet and evergreen
But sometimes we get dirt to ought to get clean
But sometimes we are blind beneath beauty

Weigh a thought, she loves more freely
She is addicted to all the wrong girls, extremely
It's hard to get off that phone and face
The ugly forest of her posture and it's place

Jane, you are mean and rude
You crave the empty and then lie crude
O, Jane, you are depressed to the brim
But sometimes we leave blood behind
To throw our anger out and quit being blind

Jane, O, Jane, the world longs for empty dwell
We ought to seek others, don't be shy
I think you will be happier if you forgive yourself
And stop hurting the world whenever you try

I feel motivated to be anxious by the crippling feeling of losing touch
But maybe I am not so weak

The last of the folded star's light
Dines with a knife in someone's kitchen, once
The silver glow blinds nobody else but the silverware
She waits all too much for that night, that glow
She can't wait and travels east of east in all sums
On the train she finds kites and ribbons hung to cupid, the voice
Who asks "what ere sunrise does not look liberating to your misery?"
The knife doesn't matter to them, the sharpness hollows
Deepens the whisper among the sooth
Makes shifts to riches of cupid and his whispering winds
She leaves for east
Too long she longed east
Nothing felt, nothing sung, nothing bled, nothing called
At the edge of the world she says
"Call out your name love, it won't be long"

When you were here someday
I used to wake up in your arms
Everyday, every time I cried
You were just like this perfect description
Of the angel we create
And I don't belong here
I belong with you and everything you touched
Is hurting so bad, I might remove it off
I'm panicking, god save me I'm panicking
But something tells me you are still
Lurking like an angel
Just like an angel

Let the world in
Let them wonder the eyes of prey
Wonder the construction
Sometimes she is a
Spec in sky is looking down
To depths of the momentum conservation
When she swings from an old swing
Till she's dust or fallen like Icarus
The world sometimes
Flew like a moth to a candle which is
Lit by distinct photons sharing
The cosmic blanket
And it's decisive british accent
They long for adoption or Athena
And clad of blur dots in universe
Longs then to further discuss the world
"Hello, Hello, Hello is there anybody out there?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a fever dream
Eyes always seeking from the wedge
Demeter must find her grain
For she's sticking around like a mortal
Turbulent, she will flee
Then some god listening to Radiohead
Will call upon you
"Just how cold do you want it to blow?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a geeky cat
Confused in what it wants to be
In the end, she burns all of land
Scorched to the brink then cries in relief
The world sometimes
Doesn't feel right somehow

Does it help to linger in barren soil where none laid before and sail with the captors of our happiness?

Turning a tap clockwise, a mild annoyance of our creed.
A fever grew, and its meaning was lost to you and me.
Losers won, the writers pen cribbed some far away death,
It comes and goes like flowers growing near peppermint.
I long for that fall, which would take the heart of me,
entirely, to write some words about our destiny.
Love is the grief of all things wrong with me.
Countless sins, yet still hunting those winds of sweet.
Lost to me, Lost by me

We run through the door on fire
We pray for magical misfits
And find it impossible to believe where it resides
We run through the world on fire

It's like your sitting beneath the ocean
Trying to aim high at the sky
But your tiny bed feels like a graveyard
When you're surrounded by erasers
All blunt from erasing the truth and sharpening your sorrow laden hollow
Please ignore the fighting, and put on your headphones
Drown in the recoil of your existence
Do you mind the talking or is it everything?
That chokes you into anger
Please sound the alarms, wasted on deficit
Does it help to be wasted under the velvet day
Are you looking for a new place to begin?
You start by getting up from your bed

Recover from your wounds
And get clothed before they hear us
No, this isn't fair this isn't human
Please, please spare me
I promise


keep the open faces, like spaces into a divine end
a million assassins and ambassadors of your life
and when the stars are zeroes of polynomials, I dread
a smile at the end when it dies, my love all mine

(The setting was dark, for there were streetlights at a distance. Till then it was all dark. He was eager to make the jump but feared his body, or worse his soul would give up then and there. As shadow passed his sight he gathered his disarray and the ungiving to his fever. He began to mumble,
"Stand tall, for there is a reward
The empty sky looked up and saw a flaw"

He began to pull himself towards the lights away from misery. His walk had a limb and was as if he had walked a thousand miles in a thousand different places a thousand times all at once.

"The empty sky asked Mother Nature, a strange request
A roof must be put above, at her behest
The mother looked confused and asked her child the purpose
The sky replied I have nothing to take nor trust"

Elliott was nearing this run in quite a splendid fashion and his mechanisms were working unorthodoxly. He was blinded by reflections from the mirrors at the side of cars passing through him. the light came from a distance not that far from him. he couldn't describe the cars. he didn't need to in his mind. he was far from observing the world as the world was changing.
He continued
"Mother questioned what her child meant, asked calmly
the sky said that when all are asleep in this crude world, they flee
to the land of dreams, but I, mother am but a piece
Please give me something to dream up to when my troubles flee")

Myth is blooming like an ambitious lily
Too little and innocent for this world
Out of that contrary scene, the sky
darkened
And everything went parallax, turning blue
All of this foundation of our creed, are built on blood and myth
Like the lily it collapses in craze
Flee for your love or your own mistakes

I found a secret trophy
Hiding from the herd of men
Secretly floating in some sea
The label just asked "when?"

The trophy was gone and so was the thought
That a puppet could ask for more
The master looked away, to the hounds that were chained
And said "it isn't much you bore"

I saw a dream through the fires
Secretly camping in your eyes
The ventriloquist grew tire
Drew his hands out in quiet

And that was the moment, that our worlds caved in
And you crumble right on my knees
But the timing was wrong, as i crawl to the top
And we missed each other completely

The priest walked in to the bar
Asked "where are the others?"
The bartender said "not that far"
Then some monster killed him and his troubles

Then there was the moonlight, shining on the kitchen aile
Hitting nothing but a lonely knife
The knife melted off, it just couldn't stop
To catch the fiery sun die

I still remember when i told you
I still hold on to that moment
It calls for a blood-rid fortune
And sorry that i couldn't sing

And that's just the lullaby, that just wouldn't die
And the moments before it grew
It took under our castle, the realms of anxious
And whispered "i love you"
Mhmmm and it whispered "i love you"

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom still
From the lighthouse to the mighty river's chill

Now comes a man on trial, and he must
He asks what's more worth, the truth or cost
Argues the meaning of justice
Our dying purpose as truth seekers and our bitter warmongering
Then clevage of the world disheartened for
A brief second, then we killed him

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom still
From dark dungeons to a free bird's shrill

Now comes a mother, feeling her womb
She must ask what will the men do
If it were a baby girl, or someone unlike true
But she's got no time, for she needs food
Working tirelessly for her babe to fly
When everything is about to die

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom still
From cold murderers to friends in good will

Now comes a weary traveller, in foreign land
With his missing heart on left and harp in hand
He comes to the river beside the helmsman
And asks if he can cross if he is not dead
The helmsman said no, it is only for the dead
The traveller said why would he be there
if he didn't wish it
Aren't we all lost to the perfect place?

Oh keep the run, for darkness lies seldom quiet
For it waits until all comes back at night

Somedays, we are empty and open
To the strech of our paper veins

              We lay here, good as dead and cold
               Till we precipitate a foreseeable
               Anomaly, coming this way

I remember every word,
spoken like a ghost
Hawking my brightness
with mystique or just paranoia
Of not giving in

                But remember again the full
                extent
                Tears are feeling to come, as I
                wrench some

Feeling of abstinence, vocal chords stretched to a merciless extend,
just in my head

                 Your open wounds dressed so
                 pretty, almost made me forgive
                 you

          And forget how large forever is

She was broken looking anywhere but my eyes
Then she looked at me
And i couldn't look away ever since
I lit a thin green candle

The door is broader than the walls

Love is dead
The potential you'll be, you'll miss it
The promises you kept to me
Didn't try to speak
I'll love you again in another life