Indigo child Hair flowin wild I ask you to stay And you disappear awhile. Indigo lover I don’t want to smother I’ll stay away, My heart breaks undercover. Indigo go I go solo For a man who doesn’t want me Frisky; I glow *** Indigo mild Your words are filed In my head as I please. Will I cross denial? Indigo other From another mother. You make it hard to say Do I love you only as a brother? Indiglo bo Loves me more, tho. He loves to eat And the love game is a low blow.
Breathe. I think of him. Not of those before, Who I have left. Dream… and My mind dances Over to the man I haven’t Met. Free. He does impossible Things to my mind. We will not yet Mention My body. Scream- I know he wants to Make me.
The environmental fade. This industrial plague- The materialistic rage that keeps Our very society intact. The plastic facade Of man made hate, Minutemaid trade One minute after the attacks. Against who today? Who is to blame? For this unending, cyclical Societal maiming Of the people who do not Follow in your tracks? Brothers, Take a step back. Look at what you´ve created. This angry, killing war machine Whose views are simply outdated. Constructing thoughts that decompose, Weight of words made the herds feel emaciated. Society is crumbling and you’re concerned With feeling validated? Social media leave you exposed And aggravated.
We planted the forest to hide one tree. We our drowning our fish to flood polluted seas. Brothers, capturing others does not self free. Mother Earth is dying. Sisters, hear her pleas. Constructing iceboxes to contract the big freeze. Cloning our society; the big keyhole squeeze. Cancer floats in the air- Doctors begin to wheeze. Father Time… Look at what you´ve done to me.
None for one, A fun dance for many. I´ve always been different, Abundance more than plenty. But for this, I´d been shunned, And this stayed true. Rambled on alone Until I had found you. A fine florida boy- Who understood why I prefer shellfish to selfish. One fish, Two fish, Red fish, No Phish.
A dark star, In white light. Undone scars; By nightlight I feel far. Removed from the One I crave- Lung of tar- Breath of insight. Lept to Mars In the spot of The limelight. Green of stars, Lead me back to Hindsight- In this journey, No path is paved.
Bruised- I think of you; I feel abused by the misuse Of your degrading words. Used- I’m feeling blue; The hues you paint with are absurd. I’m a masterpiece of my very own- No excuses needed from you. A woman recently grown- I’ve been born anew. Your ******* no longer chains me, You cannot rearrange me. I’m feeling so free lately- Now that I’ve called a truce.
Equal or I walk away. Equal. Or I cannot stay. Does not mean stuck in our ways- Just expect to be treated with respect. Discuss our decisions Or the visions of us dies. Open communication- Not entangled in webs of lies. I refuse to be used up, Laid out to dry. I don’t have to die, Not yet. Get wreckt.
Hot pink between her hips, She’s sinking all his ships. Her finger slips Into her slit- Fun dip. And raises moon phases to her lips. Blows the atmosphere a kiss, Drinks the ocean in little sips. Gallons of salty tears at her fingertips. Woman yearning for the rip, Boy learning to make me drip. I’m hit. And I’m only begging for more. I adore the way you think you’re Using me.
Used to the abuse Of this kind. He makes me whine- Designed to cling to his knee. Can’t you see? Peel these soaking ******* off of me And make me need more than one round. Throw me to the ground, And I bow with a thank you Leaving my forever ***** mouth. I enjoy my endeavors down south. Cherry juice dripping down my legs. I hang my head. I bled.
Dance with me. Inhale me. Wrap me around your tongue and teeth. Breathe. The stale smoke out Of your Black and charred lungs. Into the cool, And now toxic, Morning dew. Wrap your fingers around me. Take a long, Silver draw. Wrap your spit Around my yellowed Ribbons of cancer. Catch a lungfull of me.
Pick up the bottle. Its just a sip. A taste of poison Won't **** you. Feel me. Like gasoline. Let me set your insides Ablaze. Let the liquid waves crash Over your teeth. Drip the liquid fire Down your throat.
Pop it. Swallow it. All of it. Let the wave of unreality drown your Pathetic screams Of plea. Pull you down for a swim. Drown me. In addiction. Hello. I'm that man in the white coat. I own the pen and pad. I prescribe those little jewels Of worthlessness. Feel you eyes begin to droop. Drool on yourself. Whatever it is that makes You feel comfortable. I'll help you into that pine Coffin. Tuck you in. Concave the lights. Forever floating in your morphine day dream.
Always is a strong word. To me, more than a forever. It means "I am here for you Through this infinite endeavor" Your forever could end in seconds. Always is a word unexplored. Forever found a dead end. Forever lies in a morgue. Always never ends to me. Its never thought of in time. Always can part the sea. Always you're on my mind. Always get me with those eyes. Always beautiful, bright and blue. Always stopping me, dead in time. Always I'll be loving you.
You cheat, You get cheated. You beat, The blood beaded. You sneak, You aren’t needed. You leak, Warnings unheeded. You got yours- The itching sores, The loose lips, Tightly torn- I mourn your bleeding loss.
All of this time, I felt so claustrophobic; The walls are caving in on me. But, I’d never tell anyone. No, no… My home and chest and mind and Sanity can all cave in, And I won’t say a ****** thing. I am sick of missing myself. I’m right here, I’m just… Asleep. I stumble over my own two feet Like some blind traveler, Lost on these same roads I’ve walked Forever. And maybe, just maybe, This time I’ll actually wake up On the count of three. Maybe then, it’ll finally make sense. The walls were never caving in. They were floating away. They’re gone. There is no four corners that I will Allow to define me. I am nothing and everything all at once.. I am whatever the stars Wish to see me as. I am only worth the thoughts I leave Here on this planet.
I don’t speak for everyone, I can only speak for me. I don’t want a silly toy to Make me feel weak at the knee. I don’t want a handsome savior, Riding in on a white horse Just so years later I end up Sad, fat and divorced. I want to be myself, Open and free. No one on this earth Who should chain me. Not outside of privacy of my bedroom. Can you blame me?
Your reality is unrealistic. You are not a simple statistic- You are a person. The thoughts seem to worsen Within the ages of these stages And changes of the seasons- I don’t know the reasons, But the wind whispers through My hair, and without a care, I watch silently Somberly As our reality tears.
Dirt . Grimey filth. That's what you are. A cheat. A liar. A womanizer.
I accepted you. Into my heart. Into my eyes. Loved the love You gave to me. Accepted the disguise. Knowing you were bad for me, I took your hand. Accepted the lies You fed to me. I still don't understand. How you'd break a promise As pure as mine. I'll never understand. But I guess that's Just fine.
She's everything I'm not. She isn't humiliated. Or empty. I still feel for you, And you used me, So simply
I give you this goodbye. Breaking my passion. To the one I once admired. Take the pieces that you broke. Turn my blood Into fire.
Starlight dances in the walls of my mind My heart pulsing an inferno. I can feel my world. Crashing over me . If the blood pumps any hotter, My veins will explode. I can't speak. My stomach is tied. Constantly. I breathe fire. I'm red-hot, babe. Are you a pyro? Touch my love, babe. Cleanse my soul Of this madness. Hang me by my Ropes, You puppet master. If you want the control, Take it. Wipe your feet on me, Darling. Look down at me. Keep me raging.
My darling, swirling in a day dream dose, A melancholy of blue in your eyes. A petal of love shrivels from your rose, And you give me your sun kissed goodbye. You free me from her monstrous green waves, You set my hearts desire into your eyes. The crashing sea, the way it behaves, Tossed and drowned, my heart must be dried. The rolling clouds are in your eyes tonight, The passion in the way you move to me. The lightening crashing, My sinful delight, The foaming sea-green eyes are reminding me. Of the dancing mad desire once held inside, The day ended, long gone, and the moon calmed her tides.
The walls, They fall. The minds, They crumble. The teeth, They shatter On contact With your words. The skin suits, They wither. The single identity crisis, They splinter. Into a man’s Multiple personalities. The tears, They spill. The spines, They chill, The hope, They lost forever and A day ago. And nothing is left But the measly foundation; Rotting and infested With termites.
I’m unsure of my place, I’m facing judgment from my peers. There’s no more space for Hiding these fears. I’m unique in my being, I’m intimidating to others. Tired of the blubber spoken By former lovers. My ears need more than Cotton filling. And it’s the only thing these boys Seem to be spilling. I crave something thrilling- More than just striking the match against Her box. Something more than just a Creaming ****. I want a chilling connect, More than lustful affection. More than the boys Society has in stock.
You have reached the edge of the world. You held my hand- my toes, they curled. I shook down my hair, without a care. Lost in time in that infinite stare. I wouldn't dare look away- I want this moment; Stay.
Vastly and taken, among us We walk alone As have we always And shall we continue Our minds aren't always As silenced as we should be We listen and evaluate, As if its our job, to gain the knowledge of you To figure you out. To know our jobs of further corruption. Against anyone and everyone And we watch, as to gain power To know what to do to make you ***** inhabitants of our mother earth live in fear and restlessness. We are the control You, our puppets We decide if and when to free you from your strings Only attached to crosses as To represent religion Falling far from it in your falling out with a god, after being cut Only to figure out you knew nothing of what religion really stood for Because after all? Who really knows? But us. We are complete control. Learn to obey and get into our rythm of speaking, so you lip it, they think its opinions. We.the collectors. Gathering stars In an infinity of black charred sky. We must add color to our canvas. We, gathering your glass tears in our paper jars Throwing them to the sky. So you'll forever remember mourned loved ones until you become that as well. And you think stars are some beautiful representation of life, we all burn out. Some might be. Tears of joy. Proposal on a sunny day. A new family. Warm and fuzzy memories for you to store. But to collectors, stars are to remind you That even in a black nothing land There is still suffering. The sun isn't getting closer But only bigger and still enlarging rapidly As there will always be pain And suffering Tragedy in great masses. Broken hearts. Stars are to show remembrance in bad times. What else is there out in the cold of space? You don't know. Exactly. You know nothing of what is to come. Of what you are to become.
Never the same as yesterday. Words change and lines fray. Veins snake through unknown feelings- Canvas skin, your paint is peeling And you are kneeling To a new god. A fraud That you announced as fiction Only yesterday.
We could be runaways. We could change us. Spend our days Availed in fake trust. You could hold me closer So I can feel your breath. My body aching next to yours. On your lips I taste fresh death. Clog the drain you call your mind. My sanity is so hard to find. Its easier when you're held by Someone you can stand by. And even if I do die, The burial plots have been bought.
See the empty In my eyes? But mute out My sound. Hold me back By my hands. I'm held tight And bound In the ropes Of your entangled ways. Kick me to the ground. See the empty In my eyes? ****** fuzz I downed.
When you become a ghost, Feel free to haunt me. I’d be lonely otherwise. You’re the only thing I have Keeping my feet planted on well known soil. I wonder if when you decide to leave, If the same should happen to myself? We both know we are running out of time. Of air; Of patience. It’s all I can do to stay here for you, Darling. I’m very unhappy.
A priceless piece of art in her precious gallery. Punctured with a nail, she hangs for all to see. Her creator, unknown. A man masked in grey- Took his artwork by the hand, And traded her for pay. Time spent perfecting; now long gone. The Act or Art itself had gone all wrong. The linework snakes through unknown feelings. Canvas skin, your paint is peeling. And here you sit, sealing Your patches with rancid untruths. These abused blue hues He uses so aloof. As your are hanging, with no tongue left for maiming, He finds a new soul he believes needs framing. You and she shall be the same- Abuse and misuse are Engrained in the brains Of the women he has tried to tame… But he is no artist.
A Rose- I opened myself to you. Not yet deflowered, Only… depowered. Knocked down a few notches To nothingness. A prose- Roping myself to you. Never empowered, Always soured. Locked frowns drowning in Paint swatches of ugliness. Muddiness. I never liked your artwork Anyway. You create to abuse, To use, And to trade. You threw me away… And now your garbage can Is much more glamorous Than your gal is.
X-rays always made her feel like a model, The doctor always taking her pictures. She always posed. Every imperfection, every flaw in her porcelain skin, They refused to overlook. They had to inspect her, Make sure she wasn’t contagious. “Drink this, eat that, take these. Let us shove tubing down your throat So we can find you another pill” And she was absolutely sick and tired Of all of the rules and tubes and wires And people she didn’t know touching all over her, Making her feel “Better” It made her feel exposed. Cold. Like she was some ******* bunny for a physical health magazine. Her nostrils were stained with The strong scent of hand sanitizer. And she couldn’t keep the hospital food down, And the shower was always freezing cold… But at least they could make her feel “Better” Erasing the taste of Copper anorexia at the back of her throat, She’s just an experiment.
We all have some darkness, But we all still have some light. In the midst of trying to find ourselves, We lost the endeavoring plight. The day is too dull, So we live in the night. Fading the colors of this White, bright life.
Don’t speak. I was a freak to bleed in the sheets. You keep going once our eyes meet. Never knew this was you all along. It has been the longest of weeks- The thought of you makes me weak With nausea. I only weep. Took and crumbled a woman so strong. You leap from maternal figure To paternal stickler- You have Daddy issues because he’s rich But won’t share. How dare he not fund your white entitlement. You curse when he tells you to brush your teeth At night, because you can’t stand The thought of someone caring for you On a non-financial level, And I’m the devil, Because I won’t accept the monetary gifts. You slip me this and that, Skip the emotional derivative. And gasp at the fact that I’ve stopped putting in initiative. Silly boy, I don’t need you. A toy made to tease you. Keep me on this collar, But I’m the one who leads you.
You're the sin of me, A claustrophobic situation And I can't breathe. I'm an epidermal hot mess, With a side of downers To suppress. A hypodermic allergy. Charge me with my felony. Caused by this anorexic magazine. I'm starving. Brothers; Our own flesh. Nail me to this cross And watch me burn. They want us to be self reliant, And give us controlling rule. Impossible standards In a Hypocritical disease head. They give us psycotheism But take away our earth. We're supposed to be coexisting, So give us equality in worth. I am my own Anarchist Antichrist Feed me To The broken system.
Pain is my greatest motivation. Contentment just a sign of deflation. And in my cycle of emaciation, I write my weight in words. Hate is the weakest retaliation Nations use for further aggravation. I asked her to meet me at the station, And saw her head on the train, Hustling along with the herds.
You will never be perfect, The words aren’t worth it. The only gut love you have, and you cannot birth it. I’m bottling myself inside my of skin- Wall after wall, and the flesh is wearing thin. Pulsing a hatred for my charred insides- I force it down, And wait for the thought to die.
I can’t breathe- But I can wear long sleeves. I can’t look To the tumbling leaves Without being reminded Of my cracking psychiatric state That his name leaves me in. I can’t smile, But I can blame it on Being “under the weather” Like it’s some sort of Dizzy spell that disintegrates My fake smiles and Social interactions. Another year I watch the leaves lose their hair, Being stripped completely vulnerable In public, Just the way he left me. Another year I spend my birthday alone. Another year I don’t have a date to the fair. It’s unfair… Another year I will be purposely outcast At friendly functions. Another year I’ll be questioned As to why I stay at home all of the time. Another year I’ll spend alone in my own mind. Another year; Closer to death. Happy ******* birthday.
Scampering, Scurrying Everyone a Worrying. From behind the lines Of time, It’s hard to find a passion. Haggling, Hurrying Society in a flurry. Fury of consumer Wrapped pretty for distraction. This mutual attraction towards Things instead of people, Is done at the satisfaction of Big corporations Instilling evil. From behind the lies of lime It’s hard to hide reaction. No grip to prevent slip- No citric acid traction.
Life we keep going, Even when you’re gone. The wind, still blowing. The sun still shining in the dawn. The thunder and fire That shook your soul. The endless tire that Took its toll. You ripped away the mold And sold your bruised truths. Time ensues, Continues.
What does it matter? Love as thick as batter Caked to my lips. I use my hips To rip and tatter. These boys, silly toys And their love is growing fatter Against their thigh. I sigh And decide to get high Off of riding the tides Of my own wetness. You’ll never forget this- You lied. Mind the time And design my fine. My find? I’ve always refused to stay In line.
Heathen cat, Atop my Mac. You’re feral And losing teeth. A fever from your scratch, A heap of furry black. Flicks his tail and tongue to greet me. Meet me In the chatroom. A real cat-fish I presume, The squawk box amuses me. Yellow eyes and painted ears, He types away at all his fears. I fell in love with a stranger; A true online catfish he’d been For years.
A mother's love is forever, Though her baby's life may not be. The heavy death weights Sitting upright on her tight Chest. Making it harder to breathe. Quietly, softly, he did not make a sound. Though she searched frantically In the heat of the night Under pressure and cracking Leaning over the caged bed and hearing Silence. No still beating heart was found. The heaving sobs in the night. The sweltering chest pains of the next day, They would linger over her constantly, If she insisted to visit that grave.
She had turned him into a life, And now forever separated. Her love as strong as rock, Now crumbling and faded. If her baby's eyes were green, The world made them super jaded. And now he wastes away. A life that was prematurely complicated.
She tried to tell him how she felt, But emojis only say so much. She always felt he was just out of her reach, Never close enough to touch. She wants him in her arms, A relationship she can clutch. But after all, “:)<3” Only says so much.
I’m Longing and Learning. Constantly, I’m yearning For a man who isn’t mine. A divine being- I find The time is turning. I’m older, I’m bolder, Unsure if you’ve grown colder. Too frisky to care- I dare to find someone Completely new. Tired of feeling blue for you.
He walked down the road To nowhere. Nothingness in his eyes, Honey in his hips… As he’s waltzing away from me. And he’s empty. He’s not going to get very far Without speaking to me. Needs it more than he knows. It’s just that he Is a staggering bound Of emotion, And he’s beginning to see I’m the only one who understands them; And that scares him. So he runs away, To nowhere. The final form of destination has never Truly mattered, He just wants to prove The absolute power Wrong. I can’t stop his destructive cycle- I can’t save him from his own actions. Everyone knows this to be true, But no one seems to enforce The fact that You can’t be everyone's hero. And I was never trying to be.
Blue eyes Tinder, Caution-filled, Catch my gaze. Across the way. From my stare Back. Strangers, Being familiarized. His pale skin. His unshaven Whiskers. I smile. He shoots A beam of heaven My way And I bathe In its angelic Warming glow. The rain Humid and patting. Lightly Outside Of my brain. And pumping Along with the Rain, My heart beats Harder As the special One Approaches . His lips part. The air Escapes. Leaps off of his Tongue. He speaks.