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kenye Apr 2013
Gutted,
Left alone
Post boredom depression
It always leads here.
kenye Apr 2013
Breathe in and blow everything out of proportion
A manic artist versus the abstract composition

In my head this all looked as perfect as imagination
The challenge was blending the line between fantasy and reality
To get the inner critic to agree
Worlds colliding this one into the next

Dreams manifested to the forefront 
of a visionary gone inside himself

Throwing myself against the walls of my mind 
In an attempt to think outside the box.
Even in our own heads they've got us on lockdown
With the chemical constraints constricting creativity 
These straightjackets of sorts
Straightening out the free-thinkers

A fourth wall broken

Pretentions are high
On the artist's plane
Subjectively selling ourselves out to a shallow medium
The mainstream
The water we should be walking on
We're drown out in.
Drawn into the background of the bigger picture.
kenye Apr 2013
See you in the synchronicities
...That's wishful thinking
Get to know my idiosyncrasies

There's something about the unexpected
That we always anticipate

Or how you always introduce yourself
Like I could forget your presence
It stuck with me
like the taste of your perfume
A savorous ghost
after you left the room

...Then my senses brought me back
To just a moment ago
Laced in your pheromones
When you left me trembling

Meet me on the astral plane
After we strip down to vibrations tonight
We'll build a world outside of our minds

A happenstance rendezvous
Your subconscious or mine?
We'll wake up on the shores
of Black Sandy Beaches
Where I vicariously hunted you my dear
through songs of another
Do you hear me in your headphones?
Passed the music

A subliminal soul
Telepathically delivering you the words
I cannot say to your face

...To the one that I write about.
kenye Apr 2013
Before my bloodstream's polluted with manufactured motivation..
Attention called to minute details
by the list making apparatus
Leaving out open-minded ideals
Cleaned up in linear format

On a soapbox now
Defining my own propaganda
Without trying to sell everyone something
The things that keep us pacified 
The things that the doctor prescribes 
To keep the sheep in line
The condensed herd
Share a lost mind 
Conform follows dysfunction
Following the leader off the cliff of innocence
After we found ourselves thinking about the end again. 
The illusion of security.

A veil of hazed fog lifts to reveal the ugliness we hide 
The aftermath of nights spent beating out hearts into the foreground as Mr. Hyde

Behind a plagiarized euphoric state
This smiles meant to fake
At least until I get what I want...
Then I'm tripping over clothes en route to escape
The anti-walk of shame.
kenye Apr 2013
She started the day for me
I rose to mountain pose
Her orifice enveloping
Like the sky ***** the earth dry
Then brings the storm from the heavens
She's saturated

I'm summoning lightning
Hands outstretched to pull the fire to my *****
Some light to her life
I drop down deep and exhale
She catches my eye
And lunges further into focus
Breathing In, I hold my position
Just before slipping I perch up
She commands to hold on for shared fruition

I'm trembling upside down now
She knows what she wants out of me
Between body vibrations
We've cracked the heavens
The Ambrosia's slowly seeping out
Just a taste she's savoring
She whispers "Namaste"
Bowing down
Sacred transgressions
Before coiled energy release
slips down her throat

Now she's running on the nectar of divinity
The fire I stole from the mountaintop

Snuffed out in a breath
Then back in
A little death
it ends where it begins
Probably NSFW
kenye Mar 2013
Summoning a Spring time synchronicity
The Goddess Archetype
Submitting at nature's feet
Resonating the ground
Shaking the Earth for the divine crown
To grace me with her presence
She'll embrace my transgressions
Wrapped around and tethered out
from my sacral region

My Princess almost got you beat
But she was always in another castle
Leaving notes
warning me of the ghosts
that'll chase me down when I'm distracted
It was always about the journey
so she left me with the gift of permanent flight
My imagination took it and ran with it
To the ascensions

The haunting happenstance
of the girl of my dreams
Teetering on the edge of sleep
We met halfway at fatigue
Waking up on the shores of her subconscious
Or was it mine?
Here's to shared consciousness

Pouring my heart out
into an empty glass house
Half-filled after I built it for her
The rest of the emptiness subsides
She found safety here
So she locked her totem away
Replacing her sanity
with a vacancy sign

A simple idea planted
but never manifested
Until it tore her soul out
It was her on the ledge of some building
begging me to jump with her
Shared freefall
Like we're still dreaming to wake up
and let reality's lie wash over us
She's slipping

She's caught up in mystery
There was always something about her
The way of the cliche and how it magnetizes
Pulling my insides out
Projecting my other half.
kenye Mar 2013
I am Man
Let Me Manipulate you
Make you MINE
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