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Profuse bleeding in and out of this space
creeping left AND right in this place
Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere
as she's flying up there, without fear.
It reels away, her pride,
as they swing back and forth on that shared ride.

Peeling away as he cries,
never ending clawing when he tries.
Forever it beats and never will it go forth
as the vibration of hate intensifies.
It flies away, his sigh,
as they sit there and wonder why.

Protecting the thing they devour in the end,
simple little hearts it tries to defend.
Welcoming a simple fraction,
yet theirs is a stunning reaction.
It smiles at the thought of a fight,
yet to know what is right.

Plastered are the things written in yellow,
and a fluidity is seen so slow.
Tomorrow is a just a word unknown,
when today is the only thing shown,
over and over again,
whose name only ever waxes and can never wane.

Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type,
Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype.
Asking just what we are is useless,
when that thing makes us no better than nonsense.
Beating and beating over again, it flows.
Running and running, he knows.

Poked into, a secret can only mean so much,
mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch.
Your lies bolster and make you reek,
it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week.
Rise up and smile on the world,
here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.
Once the world was pure in design
Twice the air was sullied
Thrice the demons came forth to dine

Once the world was pure in ideals
Twice the water grew red and muddied
Thrice by the angels who broke the seals

Once the world was pure in responses
Twice the earth was spilt
Thrice the gods of man spat nothing but nonsense

Once the world was pure in expansion
Twice the flora and fauna were made ashes
Thrice the world was thrown into hell’s mansion

Once the world was pure
Twice it fell
Thrice was made no more
Part three
(They’re exerpts from my book)
“Pictures of your smell
Run though my skin’s thoughts.
We’re separate and yet so close.

Abstract symbols are
What they reduce themselves
To. Painted flags signed
By leaders that once were one.
They’re separate and
Yet  so close.

Mind is pitfalling through
Shadow’s smile.Chewing
On my conscience. They’ve
Ought to be mine. I’m  separate
And yet so close.”
“A period of time
A time of whence I forgo my life’s joy
A section sanctioned by devils to run around
Like a dangerous beast
Running toward a feast
Like an expiration date of hate
I’m almost gone into my animosity
I’m almost forgone into my life’s joy
I’m almost about to run.”

-R
What is a raindrop's true dream?
What is it that make's it wanna fall?
What is it that makes its surface gleam?
What makes it wanna fly at all?
A continuation of life is all it seems.
A tale that's far from tall.
Like love that ran in a dream.
Like love we try to stall.
Standing up, can you tell me what it all means?
What those eyes full of raindrops recall?
As they collapse on your skin, what are their dreams?
As they fly down your cheek, I don't wanna see them fall.
When I speak to you, I pray those eyes gleam.
When you fly, why even go towards the dark at all?
A continuation of my life, is all you seem to be.
A tale that's far from being tall.
Like how I still love you, and you're still my dream.
Like how love makes me run toward you, and not stall.
Am I still in love? Who knows.

-N
I can't refine the things in our mind, our selfish reprises.
I wish we could turn around, to make new surprises.
Burn all we love, its time is nigh as we run.
The licks at our heels, aren't they so much fun?

Breaks in our sanity escalate to a candy flavored cast.
A tight clenched arm on mine, you're why I can't run away.
Let go of me, I can't let you take over me at last.

I know, as we burn up with the rooftop falling,
We were caught fawning over our eyes again.
I can't believe that all of it reached a peak we could never climb again.
All we can do to try is keep on and keep on falling.

Breaks in your sanity escalate to a fiery brand.
It's on your skin and you yelp like a puppy at the pain.
You smile as you can tell it hurts me, because you know you own me.

The house we thought was ours is all in ashes.
I'm on the ground, taking your angry whip lashes.
Just bury me along with all of the heap, I'm done wasting my time.
It's not time anymore to weep.

Breaks in my sanity cause me to quiver at a sound.
I'm all but lost and so far from found.
I'm here in the wreckage; I'm here in her cage.

I'm screaming, pulling my hair.
You're laughing, keeping me there.
We're licking our lips at our next meal.
You've made me you, so let me try and see how you feel.

Breaks, who needs sanity?
Houses, they break so easy.
Ashes, the best kind of existence.
Nothing, that's all I wish this could be.
Steam house of dreams collapsing into a white colored dream
begins to encroach my ankles and i smile at the watery touch.

I tear up and they jump away to join the heat
I just stand, shaking my arms in joy.

I walk into a bigger puff of smoke as the dreams collapse again
and I don't know my right from left or enough to keep going.

I simply let my legs lead the way as my hands stretch forth in to the white
and I grasp the wet spots of air, hoping to hold on to what i used to love.

Running now, my feet pitter-patter on the wet slate
and i trip on my toes.

My nose is the first one to go
as red dye fills the once white cloud

Now, again,
I see you and me.

And that steam house of dreams rises once more from the red drops
the ones spreading across the wet floor

Now, again,
you're here with me.
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