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kenye Jun 2015
There's a revolution at our fingertips.
Their lies won't be televised
like they were there
seeking out the unjust seekers of light

The world's on fire
We purge the dream destroyers

and collect their blood
as souvenirs
on a slide
kenye Jun 2015
It's that feeling of temptation fleeting
forgetting the ego
and ******* it all to chance
or pretending like you know how it's all going to happen

Fate faked until it's made
we were new gods predicting the way things would happen
hurt or held against our helping hands
to our beating ****** hearts
for the next person we hand it off to
to feel the warmth in everything

What are we passing on
and where do we hold ourselves back from
the call to adventure?

We so carelessly led ourselves into reality

Realler than any other *******
forgetting
What it's like to hold on

I feel like I got a song in me
Fortunate for you
I'm in tune to your stupid ******* heart

Let me in like a vampire invite

I am anorexia

I am the human condition
the **** of man
the status quo
the holy union
of Ms. America
and Capitalism

I will hold no peace
at the ritual
we all worked so hard
to hold together

But you can love without money
blood is running money

My hands are tied around this next new little thing
She's just another missing peace
To the eternal void
of the allegory of my emptiness

mood swinging to I hate you
don't ever ******* leave

I left the best part out
She's the goddess of the myth
she's the one I long for ever more from
the depths of my dreams

She can fix everything
probably

I just have to think about her
This ideal muse
mending my broken heart
Does she know how bad this loneliness hurts?

I just want to feel something
I want to resonate

and work myself to completion
Controlling everything from the eternal electricity

Deep beneath
buried away
giving my very best

But where do I go?
I want to be everywhere
Alive in anything that is or isn't
nailed down

When I feel so stuck.
kenye May 2015
I just wanted her heart
to melt in my hands

But she was a steel beam
and I was jet fuel.
kenye May 2015
She is the life breather.

She is the adventure.

She is the little death.

*She choked me here.
kenye Apr 2015
She's my new religion
Sorry Dad,
There's more than one path
that leads to the same center

Where her and I collide
And manifest abilities
Beyond this world

Then leads me back out
We all come back around together

She comes to me in flashes
Between is this real life
Or is it all imagined?

She's all that I fashioned
Between her lashes
Is worlds within worlds
Like the first time I saw Lake Michigan
I was just a kid
And I swear to God
I was hypnotized by the
infinite abyss
with such fear
with such desire

She fuels me here
She is the *fire
kenye Apr 2015
My kiss eclipsed
From lips to lips

As above so below
From face to hips

Red wine tongues
Tasting teasing and tossing

Deliver the final blow
And suffer the euphoric bliss
kenye Apr 2015
Reality is psychosomatic
We perpetuate thought-form
On a treadmill of synchronistic
Patterns
Passing self-doubt
In a transcendence contest

Fear vs. desire,
The pillars of motivation,
Exploited
With the best intention

Thought
to
Feeling
to
Action

*A dream-scape manifested
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