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kelly pye May 2011
smoke hangs soft in the kitchen
like a swimmer's long hair
pushed smoothly by currents
no one could see there
and the sun slips down
to sit on my sink
as i turn black and blue
slowly starting to think:
your rhyme is like lime
great, after tequila
but I know how you feel- a,
loner and bitter
unstable but strong
we had something so real
but it didn't take long
before we we both cracked
and with it the bond
but now i obsess on simile
and confess to to sad, simple apostrophe
when I should have said
what you mean to me
and described you the way
only I can see
but I'm probably vain
and must have been wrong
cause I've felt before
that I'd always be alone
though while in your arms
I felt so at home
while we both did sleep
window cracked for a breeze
with both of our dreams
dripping into the streets
but it was honey, and warm
and safe under the sheets
where I listened to your running
subconscious spring
I could see all your thoughts
but can't wear your ring
then we watched rising tides
break over your head
and how i still miss
being rocked in your bed
kelly pye Jan 2011
age has made us bleak
always bow down
i am your golden
hypocritical saint
you are sad and frustrated
i am a figure
of all you trust
and i dissolve like rust
and here you can stand
or like me you can crumble

we are beings of earth
but we worship to the sky
i am skeleton
i look in god's eye
you won't know heaven
until you die
but you see by then
its too late to get high
the words you say softly
are the ones to live by
so starts the end
and the figure will cry
listen to Mrs. moon
she will teach you to lie
worship the earth
we don't live in the sky
kelly pye Oct 2010
my mask fell victim to the dance floor
while he was dancing with drunk blondes
so ****, dressed as a cop pushing pills
three girls grinding on his leg
and i bought one
and wanted to **** the faces and the tongues
of the ***** he ignored me for
it would have been very courtney love of me
very punk rock
but i grabbed their *****
and licked my lips at them
because whats his was mine
and he knew the painted eyes on my back
saw their every move
and every dollar from those girls
goes to our cigarettes
but later i found out
that was all we kept in common
kelly pye Oct 2010
brown liquor sorrow drips over your lips
draining into the black telephone receiver
while white vapours rise up like a fever
drifting over the endless oceans in your eyes
you get such stormy news over distant lines
though i crave your *** soaked laughter
you always seem to shatter

black waves of sick emotion

cascading off into the ocean
kelly pye Oct 2010
the agony of endless clocks
burning deep red digital hours
into equally deep red eyes
like coming off hallucinogens
time etches into your mind
with endless delirious atrophy
screaming meaningless words
into the blackhole of your thoughts
******* you deeper into realms
where the night is ungodly
and you are an animal in its midst
breathing silently in the silence
facing a grinning monsters kiss
that will shoot you with adrenaline
right as you wish to close your eyes
right as you wish to close your eyes
the  sandman trips another line
in the murky distance a siren cries
"degenerating madly on the floor
love the ******, we ask for more"
kelly pye Oct 2010
if not in me
then in who
if not in me do you
put your faith in God?
who you know does not exist.
if not with me
then for no one
is it to hear.
I am an old soul
growing senile
and would not mind a story
sometimes i feel it my destiny
to always be alone
and have many loves
sometimes i feel i will
have to walk this earth 12 times
and that ive already gone
around 6
though still in my youth
still surrounded by those i love
I know they will fade
and love will be the first passion
to fizzle out
and then my bedroom will be full of
rage and all the other passions
which are harder to
exhaust
kelly pye Jun 2010
On god's paved Earth
the holy men are wrong
they preach to broken glass
buried under flesh and skin and fabric.
We should all be crying; mourning
the bleeding Earth in the Gulf of Mexico
belching out its own poison
but. I am concrete.
wishing tears would run down my face
screaming into the Forest "You are all that is holy"
and the holy men are wrong
the preach unto each other
under money and control and the american dream
redefining morality to suit your needs.
they ignore a pattern so simple
a pattern found in dirt;
bred in dirt
for intelligent life it is strange
that we are the only ones who do not know our meaning.
the amoeba knows
because Life is simple, and It is simple.
do not believe the holy men
even if your thoughts are shards of broken glass
even if your insides are incased in concrete. like mine
it makes me so sick, but i Know
and turn to your naked body saying
"You are all that is holy"
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