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Pen Lux Jun 2014
another day
picking at
my face
wondering
if I'm of this race
because last time
I closed my eyes
I could swear I
wasn't meant
to be human
wasn't built
for all of the
pain, inflicted
because of, or
to me. these
hands were
granted to me
by the grace
accidents
can become.

these hands
create, hate,
releasing
explosions
of alien
emotions.
that's not normal
for a person to hate
all that they create
that's not normal
to destroy yourself
because of a mistake
can't help but miss
and take,
hate for love
as a higher-up
to build your
heart up
from
where you
broke it down.

love can be so weak
love can be so weak
love makes me so weak...
what once was my power
now reeks of defeat, as do I...
yet hate makes me think,
makes me reek just as much,
there's only pain in holding a grudge...
but to be human is to feel both
and I want to feel neither
to be numb and to dissipate
before another explosion.

Is love
the true power
of a human...?
because I'm drowning in it
and the path I see out
is a shore of hate.
Pen Lux Jun 2014
darkness of the mind
fire in the heart
my desire
is
my destruction

within the forests of my breasted figure
lies a dormant snake
sprouting fear in my dreams
leaving me empty
aside from memories in my wake
all of the blue I once knew
suddenly bursting into flame

it's time to face what I create
a pair of emerald eyes
unblinking-unthinking
another of the deepest mud
unrevealing
no longer feeling
the last
most terrifying & candied eyes
butterscotch & bloodshot
looking upward to the crescent in the sky
seeing new colors
saying
goodbyes

six eyes
on three heads
sprouting from a body
made of
snow
curling crystals
jagged and etched
along the slender creatures form
hunger tries to consume
this beast
"what is love,"
the fire asks,
"save for a wet & bloodied feast?"

the snake uncurls
as if ready to latch on to it's prey
then soon after
bolts away

the heartbeat of fire:
much too loud in it's calmness
to be frightened by
hunting snow
with intentions to consume
such a succulent meat
will the snake evaporate in the heat of desire
or
will the fire be smoking
in it's failure
to catch the slithering beast?

frightened with a calmness
death is in the air
in the stare
of all
six
sick
& wicked eyes

the fire muses
in it's confusion
of what's right or wrong
the hunt is no longer a game
life and death
no longer simply names
realities of fortune
and lacking
just the same
the snow and the ice
too weak to face this flame

predictions of
when the snake melts down
to nothing but water and bones
she'll gather the crusted crystals of desire
she so often used to admire
used to hold
in a heart of stone

a different destiny to behold
if the snake
were to win
the burnt paper of her skin
would
go grey in the wind
no more
flames
no more
spark
heart grown
dark
and weary

what torture could send the snakes tongue
down her throat and lick the flame
into an outrage of misplaced
words
that held nothing save for demands
in those hands
the blood had stained
how much of how little could last
no more of the new
in the end
what is left is
all that has passed

snake and flame
forever
in cycle
recycling their pain
until
neither remain
Pen Lux May 2014
my heart
is a
dying fish
flip flopping
from
yes
to
no
so fast
I feel like each breath of love
will be the end
Pen Lux May 2014
empty bed
full head
thinking of you
never want to be dead
all of these rhymes
are stuck in my mind
can't seem to find
the words
to explain
how you make me feel
nothing seems real

a love that's so strong
could never be wrong
my life
now
would be empty without

the look in your eyes
when you say things so sweet
makes me hungry
can't help but eat

omnomnom

a
carnivore
desiring meat

I love you
and
you love me

omnomnom

what a treat...
Pen Lux May 2014
didn't read today
instead
I went outside to
play
didn't want to pay
to be inside on such a beautiful day
blue sky
purple flowers
the weather this week
says there will be
showers

adventure awaits
I welcome it with a grin
backing away from
technology
to encourage my life
to begin
fun fun fun
Pen Lux May 2014
an enchanting boy
with sunflowers for eyes
came riding in from nowhere.
running from a plague
with pretty words
and
hungry hands

should have
predicted
her mistake
but who could blame such
a broken girl
masked in shame
meeting
such a humble gaze

time ceased to move
frozen and sunken
in soft skin
shielding
a strong mind
paired
with heavy thoughts
that lacked
emotion.

her heart was caught
ablaze
thoughts of love
caressed her face
made her quake, numb in the legs
should have listened
to the warnings
but the heat removed the stains
melted
the shattered pieces
she mistook her loss
for gain

stuck in a game
labeled with such a lovely name
she thought perhaps if she could forget,
it would somehow remove the pain
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