The collateral coaxes of God on Man,
Bring forth the froth of Goth on sand.

When existence means meaningless breathings,
Why do we try and see the reasoning’s of dreams.

Because the faces inside of these traces;
Memories of the outcast on the plains of the membrane.

Taking to the stars in a ship of bars,
Withholding the pain from exploding, while somewhere my mother is tokin’

And it goes faster and faster than fast, and these lines take on the attack,
Of a thousand gazelles in flight to tomorrow’s past fright.

There is no truth just perspective and respectively speaking I’m speaking about respect.
Abhor me as you adore me; please me as you use me, take me as you break me.

I am the ocean as I am the sky, blue crashing on white, trying to live my life,
But I’m failing at every turn and it burns and there is no learn only do and do not.

This life is a series of failures entwined in a not so heavenly knot,
And its okay as long as I’m dead, I say sir let’s travel to the bay, and maybe by the end of the day…

I’ll find my one true love in a tub of emotional regret and without worry or fret,
I’ll take her in my hands and kiss her with my face, just givin’ her a taste…

Of a man wondering if painkillers can take away the heartache.

In came the hurricane,
And out came the pain.

My own little Katrina.
Oh the foul winds, don’t quite suit her.

She is a sun, a supernova,
The brightest innocence I could ever desire.

But someday, on today’s like today,
It’s just too hard.

You just try and act normal I guess,
Maybe put on a smile.

She’ll be quite cordial,
Just like she is to everybody.

She’s so afraid of hurting me,
She does it on the daily.

I’ll just laugh until I cry,
Turn away before I die…

And I stare at her smile in that picture,
And I have no words. What more needs to be said. None.

But oh God, if you even exist,
If this is what it feels to love, to be young…

Take it back, take it away,
The foul smell rotting my brain.

It clouds me now,
Thickens with power.

Make it stop, give me the eclipse,
The end of this terrible rain.

Something I regret, something I hold dear…

I’m married now this golden circle never ending.

It burns
As it stares back at me
And I am its first, it’s last victim.
The ******* of this love is more
THAN
I
CAN
BEAR

So…
I’m going to do something I regret,
Something I will hold dear.
I’ve never been much of a ladies man,
And so if I’m gonna do it, might as well go all out,
I get the pills and the chemicals,
And I get the hottest girl I can find,
My dungeon, my laboratory all set in.

And I take, and I give,
The rose red blood,
For the creamy white seed.
Its sickening an beautiful,
Creation at its best,
At its worst.

I wonder which one I am,
As they haul me away,
My friend, my parents… and oh! The look on that *****’s face.
That “wife”

I eat it up. Num. Num. Num.

Darkness is encompassing my entire being,
As I’m talking to ladies(?) on the internet,
So ***** so ******, and its delicious,
I want, I crave, I’m already past addicted.
I’m past hard, and past, rock, diamond to the core.
No self-serving hands can release the beast,
Only their words their promises feed my meat.
But inside I’m still a little scared,
A little apprehensive that I don’t have a candle,
Or even a ladder to get back up.
Instead I’m stuck down here,
Deaf and blind, senseless in all but the lust and the mind.
Listening to some Justin Timberlake,
And reading ***** stories,
Oh how this is such infernal bliss.
It’s a good thing God doesn’t exist,
For my muse, for my with.
But I must complain, I must protest,
That the best part in all this,
Is doing what I’m not supposed to be doing,
With people who I can’t even miss.
****** affairs and fantasies,
The beauty of the naked body.
For some it’s a bright white light,
Showing them what they’ve never seen before,
The hidden, the trapped inner conscious.
But me is what it’s always been.
****** and not even hidden.
So there is no light here,
No positives to take,
Except perhaps some gratification,
And these stupid lies to bear.

She talked to me today.
Why, I’ve made so many mistakes.
It hurt so much when she revealed them.
But today… today she redeemed them.

With just her words, on my cellular device,
Telling me everything’s cool, and genuinely interested,
She laughed and acted as she knew me.
And something beyond joy, beyond happy overthrew me.

Its not love, at least I think it not,
She’s already denied me, and I guess that’s alright.
But sometimes late at night, I find myself thinking and perhaps hoping,
That’s we’ll play 20 questions again, and we’ll go back to the beginning.

She’s so ****, and ******.
Her curves like the fire bending out from the sun,
Warm. Too hot.
It melts me just thinking about them.

I wanna feel her, inside and out.
Maybe its plainly ******, maybe not.
She can make me so glad, and so disappointed,
Not in her, but myself, and the failures I’ve created.

But I guess its okay.
Because today she talked to me.

There is a place down below,
Where the mockingbird used to crow,
Under the earth in sweet melody,
Of times gone past, and times gone needily.
In this magical place, I wander,
Speaking of times yonder,
And I speak to my friend,
About this mystical trend,
We work together underneath Charon’s Moon.
In this hell we call, soon.
We wait patiently and talk about revenge.
Ironically that it is the lies we spin, careenage,
Quicker and quickless, fast and fastness,
Speeding our demise and yours,
Upon fates sick web.

I SAW IT THEN,
What I SEE EVEN NOW
The future of MAN and the WOMAN he held dear!
And oh, the woe that lied WITHIN
The laughter so MALICIOUS
And the daughter NEVERAFTER
They all combined for some SICK DISEASE
Something I could not help but SNARL at!
I prayed then for the first time in my LIFE,
Let me take their HEARTS, their BRAINS,
Look at them MOTHER, look at their FAILURES,
What have the done, if not KILLED EACH OTHER.

And then I cried, alone once again.
My friend never there, left me again.
And my tears pooled almost high enough today,
To **** me forever.
Maybe tomorrow when I wake up forgetting again.

How to start off this poem?

The words they don’t come easy,
Nothing sounds quite right.

I've done so many terrible things,
How can I possibly expect you to relate?
It is impossible it's a dream, but here we go anyways.

I believe this to be my destiny, my fate,
Even though every action is mine.
So when I tell you this story, please try to understand…
That you can’t.

Beginning under a starless sky,
With the orange glow man creates for night.
I fly on the wings of the innocent,
The blood and tears of those who… have died.
They fuel me, and feed me. With their pain, with their face.

I walked down that road,
On the wings of a satan.
And all those around me,
Smiled and puked.
And oh, the terror in her eyes,
When at last my journey reached its conclusion.

My eyes, although they are not quite eyes,
Bored deeply into hers,
And the pools of water parted for just a second,
And I could see my own reflection.
So… intense. So… lost.
I’ve been in snowstorms at sub-zero,
With more warmth than those not quite eyes.

Every beat of my heart, and every breath I took,
Implored me not to think,
But to **** in my just agony,
But think of the lies that would create.
I had been looking so long, so hard,
Just to **** the one thing I want to save.

This woman, in her intelligent innocence,
Pure as the blackest coal,
Born for me, as I was her.
Who challenged me at last, at first,
Not to slay, not to slaughter.

At first I laughed, in a bitter theatric…
But as it settled and tears created disaster…
She held me there, in her hairless arms,
Cooing and creating a space for banter.

I am almost as confused as you are.
Speaking so honestly…
I didn’t know what to do then or now either.

But I will say one last thing,
Something you may not want to hear.

On that cool winter night, I ate her.