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 Aug 2014 purple orchid
C S Cizek
I really do judge
what I write as I write it.
Childish, boastful, self-
absorbed, morbid, pathetic,
simple-minded.
You
know, the works. We all have to
be critical in
life or nothing is sacred.
N o t h i n g
m a t t e r s .
Everything will exist and
it won't mean a ****
thing.
There are bad ideas.
how about we start again
2:30 a.m. with broken televisions
reliving yesterday's disasters
just like when the waves informed me
that i don't hate clocks, i just thought i could
because you can since you're a god like im a goddess
but sometimes earth holds me down
just like the depths of the ocean that are too cold to
breathe in
and i do like the clocks because
my heart has no rhythm
like wind
so my metronome is something you will never follow
despite my silent requiem you yearn to find
and even i can't seem to fall asleep
with the sound of on-screen ocean storms in my ears
that you just can't seem to hear
on the next street over
i had a rough night last night.  this probably makes no sense but hey. it does to me
Boy
You really wanna know
what grinds my gears
what pushes my buttons
what ****** me off
People. Like. You.
You can't play me like that
You can't play her like that
You gotta pick your choose
You think that I don't know?
Boy I'll pop you one square in that pretty boy jaw of yours
And you'll be sorry
You got nerve ya know -
I'll give you a pat on the back for that
You're trying to be sly
See what you can get
before you dive in
All I gotta say is
watch your back
You got to let them know you love them

But what of the love in return

You got to tell them they're beautiful

But what reminds you of the beauty in you

Sometimes I feel invisible

I guess it's part of depression

It gives me a tempting aggression

How lonesome

How horrible

How sad 

How dull

Whisper sweet nothings

Predictable quiet sugar

Diabetes

That picture perfect

Nothing but a facade in a portrait

See those smiles

That's not you

See those moments

They aren't yours

They aren't mine

I wish

Maybe I could try 

But the suttle depression kicks
In

That corner looks awfully nice

I guess for now I drift in a lonely bliss

And sleep

Just

Sleep
- My loving apparatus

© copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
bluple
should my soul decide to
leave this body of mine
please,
stop all hospitals.
prevent paramedics from waltzing in.
kindly tell them
i do not wish to be revived.

don't allow any visitors
just,
call on my Mother.
yes. simply,
call on Her
tell Her not to cry but
hold my father's hand

tell Her to love him again
tell my Mother,
never has Her daughter,  
seen a man so strong,
so broken.
tell Her
what she sees now,
looking at this body,  
is what i saw,
in my father,  
the day she left him.
and every second
of EVERYDAY
after that.
tell Her
she ripped his heart out
of his strong chest.
left a dead man walking,

should she weep with sadness
or tremble with heartache
call on my brothers,
[Our Soldiers and entire army]

tell them to hold Her
          whisper how
i carried Her
      in my spirit,
kissed Her
          with every heartbeat given to me.

tell Her
my tongue would pray for her,
my hands would soak up her tears,
my nails attempted to claw away her pain
tell Her
my heart sang songs of thanks giving to her,
what beautiful songs they'd sing.

should my soul flee from this body,
please,
tell my Mother not to despair,
tell Her,
my spirit became the sky
to watch over Her
in every hour.
tell Her,  
the stars are part of me now

all She has to do
is
look up.
to my beloved Mother. you raised a warrior and for that, my life is dedicated to your protection.
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
ryn
I love you much with every ounce this heart could muster
I love you such yours is what my heart's trailing after
I'd love your touch even if it'll cause me shatter
Into a million shards yet still it does not matter
A mere breath and you will meld me back together
With every shatter and every meld makes me stronger
It's bitter sweet but I'd do it over and over
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
ryn
Step into my universe
You'll see only words
In my mind, flurry of feathers
Hurricane of riled up birds.

They amass and circulate
Searching to break free
Storm of ink; doesn't abate
Bleed out for no one to see.

Hidden inside my heart
Forbidden words I long to convey
Teach me how to start
With you I foist to play.


Words veiled by silent secrecy,
Cloaked words I long to shout
Bordering the point of heresy
Tabooed words without doubt.

Almost an eternity I've whispered
With care and only hushed tones
Well kept secret undiscovered
Laying quiet under unturned stones.

Thought myself alone when I heard another
One that sings choral to my own
A mournful call that sang together
Grey melodies embodied in skin and bone.

The cravings of my heart
Your words I wish to fill
In my head occupies the biggest part
Our declaration's the only seal.

A vow you and I made
A love we wish to last forever
Dismissing that opportunities evade
Who would need a supporting paper.

Hidden softness within me
Only you can tap and enjoy
The only one that holds the key
Heart and mind meet to employ.


Our hearts, like kings, would've risen
Adorned and bejewelled on their crests
Let us sing in unrehearsed unison
Crowned words we've locked in our chests.



IamMsIves
rhymesmith
Written by Suckers for Rhymes - IamMsIves & Rhymesmith
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
ryn
Time
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
ryn
Time is all that sets us free
To all the wonders, that can be humanly perceived
Time is all that binds us
To mundane, almost emotionless routines we have conceived.

Time is the ticking of the clock
That gnaws at us; leaving no immediate mark
Time is the face that has come to mock
It creeps on regardless; you notice it turn light to dark.

Time is the invisible candle that everyone innately holds
It gets lit from the moment we open our eyes
Time is not the wick that gives berth to flame
Rather it is the waxes that burn and then vaporise.

Time can and will never stop
Moments go by with the blink of the eyes
Time..., it does not favour
It isn't biased, it doesn't get swayed by truths or lies.

Time is the entity that governs almost all
It will tell when it deems it's right
From seedling to tree, hatchling to flight
A weakness to strength, the frail to might.

Time is the quest
That we have strived to conquer
Time is all of us
We have secretly craved for life much longer.

Time would only permit
All that I could pen in time
Time will always suggest to omit
So I could capture it all in rhyme.
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