mads - Hello Poetry

mads Nov 2013

I have,
After spending millions of years
Of past and forgotten lives
Wandering lost
Beneath shrub and trees,
I have finally learnt to fly.
Blessed with bent wings;
A tortured butterfly...
I found myself shaping the clouds
Into masterpieces of your heart
Embedding the world in a darkness
That reflected so beautifully
Off of impure eyes.
After years of jumping...
Falling...
Breaking impenetrable ground....
I have learnt how to fly.
And as the tear drops turned
into pained faces
I remembered
I dreamt you up one night.

Okay. This lake of sleep deprivation is getting deeper, muddier and thicker than ever to wade through.

mads Nov 2013

Metamorph

I.
Dost thou love me?

II.
Art thou in pain?

III.
Doth the wind change shapes?

IV.
Shakespeare is dead.
And I fear all that you held
is dead too.

V.
Magician pulls the strings,
To the puppet wings...
We bleed.

VI.
But for what is this chatter,
As the rain doth pitter patter,
Drawing ever closer the sea to my feet.

VII.
A breath of fresh air
Too sharp to swallow softly,
I cough and magenta butterflies
Fly.

VIII.
Falsetto wings.

IX.
I never learnt to sing.

X.
Typical pulsating blood organs
Punching blue and black
Against bones made of metaphorical steel.

XI.
You stole me.

10:50 pm. Lack of sleep week 2.

mads Nov 2013

Serpent.

Preach your colourful knowledge of me,
From a jaw that could hold nothing more than a faint whisper of insincerity
And a flailing bird tangled on your tongue.
But when the rainbow bursts;
Don't attempt to rain materialism down on me
Stuff your grocery store heart shaped chocolates up your nose.
And stop dreaming up all the sadness I stand for.
I am not your fixer-upper-er.
I am whole, trust me,
The serpent rejoins once cut
And heals.
I am a serpent, rainbow and colourless.
Materialistic seduction...
Give me a minute while I puke fluro ***** on your shoe,
You are the needy one and I remain whole...
Scuffed and cracked
I am healing, alone.
But I am whole.
Mixing strings of blues, greens and pinks
Into one strand,
There are scars.

I don't know. Ha ha ha I'm tired.

mads Nov 2013

nutcase

Strange the way things are so easily broken.
                     Even stranger is how delicate they are when built.
                     Like hands, small... soft and gentle on a baby
                     But so easily destroyed by another.
                     Hearts... not an element of strength about them,
                     But they suffer the most and yet...
They continue to beat...
Sometimes slower like mine,
       I feel the force of time
                   Slowing
            Stuttering at points
              And even SHATTERING.
we               A world too arid... too destructive and self imploding
breathe                To allow any such existence..... A Hero...
  sin                             We slaughtered the ones we had.
  and                               Jesus beaten and nailed to a post...
   saviors                              Burnt at the stake... I suppose.
                                                     Because we are scared.
                                                        Petrified and screaming from a man
                                                        That had mastered redemption
                                                        we corrupted the only hint of peace we imagined.
                                                        we are the masters of nothing.

Now as he floats in space with the stars we murdered to save our "souls"
We bleed empty bones and blame everyone else for our guns to our head,
Shaking... will you smile when you die....

edited and re uploaded to cry upon

mads Nov 2013

j'en ai assez..

each tear.
falling
slower
than the last
cutting deeper
than any ever
and suddenly
im bound within
the depths of the earth
scratching my way through bones
and dinosaur skin, knowing what its like to sink
as the hypnosis begins, i forget everything....
you, the dream.. the smoke. a heart. a religion
breathe in. breathe in. breath in. breathe in.
turn table heads, blacking out again
a colour and feeling im too too
familiar with. drink.
i am drunk with pain
a shot. a gun.
its all gone
again.

mads Nov 2013

Late night thoughts

I.
in every sense of the word
the naked body is pure
and the mind is the biggest impurity
next to blood.

II.
do you welcome death
just as much
as you welcome fridays?

III.
sun shines the brightest
when the sun is not seen;
it's called the moon.

IV.
if i could work colours
like you can... changing them into words,
i might actually be a good poet.

V.
But if silence was a friend,
i wouldn't be alone anymore.

VI.
i want to lose my voice.

brain dead and envious.

mads Nov 2013

"It keeps me safe.."

My heart grows heavy,
weighing down a ribcage made for mending
only to let it drown.

There are cold impressions
on my waist and belly
where your hands should rest.

It's a cold summer
only to get worse.

I fill the emptiness
with your old Guns N' Roses t-shirt.

We will be together again.

sorry