I wish to be a mockingbird

To imitate perfectly
singing at the sight
of a flicker of light- right on time

To amaze and never once fail
to carry a perfect tune
with just enough joy
harmonizing till noon

A melody already heard
yet new and unique

A master of imitation
an artist within
following a yellow streak

Every chime and song
is voiced peculiarly
not a hint of hesitation

Moving it’s body rhythmically  
it never doubts
For it knows which direction it shall go

I wish to be a mockingbird

To imitate so well
to be cherished
because I am
because I do
without fully being myself

After only a moment or two
I could feel the sparks
A sentiment that we shared
But not a fire

Your name came up in the end
She thought me a lair
When I denied that I knew you
She knew otherwise

She read the look in my eyes
Told me she loved me
But didn't want to be friends
She needed more

Filled with regret
Feeling abandoned
She turned her eyes to the sky
Blowing a kiss as she ascended

Here you are, just in time
Saved my life, I owe you mine
You're my girl, and I could never find
A soul better than you

I used to pine after her
Thought she could be mine
Every ounce of love I spent
Crafting the fantasy

Still, you came after me
Told me you loved me
Your arms beckoning

Say you still love me

Here you are, you never left
I can find myself in your eyes
No matter how far, I leave you behind
You come up behind me

The best of me
Squandered here with you
Hiding away in shadows
Your lips are fine
As quicksilver, you feed me lines
One at a time

Thought I saw a glimpse of something more
A pretty picture
But I had long since swallowed my pride
And you've sewn my lips closed

You're never out of sight
Forever, you'll be mine
Speak my name, and I'll
Come running back
Every time

I am sickly, weak and broken,
From all the words I leave unspoken.
I am plagued, hurt and deranged,
From the curses I leave unchanged.
I am full of expectations,
I have fully crafted plans.
I have names for operations,
I won't achieve with my own hands.
I walk through worlds and I'm displeased,
But it isn't these lands that are diseased.

your. fresh. face.
is-an-excitement-to-my-eyes.
if/ our / purpose / for / this / bonding,
-is to hit a new high-
then-the-intention-of-our-souls
is. to. consume. until. we're. full.
(until comparison)
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[of the first time]
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€makes another€
<seem old.>

How-then!
shall. we. proceed?
;
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is[already]
de-cease­d.
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we binge watch shows on netflix,
read book after book after book,
daydream about impossible things,
things that we wish would happen.
we scroll through other people’s instagram profiles
watch concert videos online,
look at photos of beautiful places,
all because we are bored of our own lives.

Hell, I'm the result of a decade or more of some coddle culture
******* left over from safety scissors bound up in bubble wrap
Much to do about feuding parties of mopped up has beens

Gutted and mutilated by the dullest claws, vomiting out soliloquy to someone waiting off screen

Feeding on attention when I've got none left to spend
Endemic of the stations fashioned on the broken bones of little kids
Who do you think you're kidding
Fitting each misfit with a fistful of
Faux Information
And letting them sort it out with perfect indigantion
Each stroke of a pen left blood on the page
And you wage war warning all of the names written
The only fitting way for you to die
Is in the cause you've helped create

Facing facts

Fabrication is largely left to the mental state
Of intoxicated fake plastic yet venomous snakes
Imagination only limited by wavelength
Of who's thoughts can last longest
Who can outlast

What class is the farthest when ranks are displayed
With golden tradition on vest made of clay
Surrounded by privation
Formal ware decays

When dinner jackets are
Met with machine guns

If its won by numbers, the race will all starve and
If science is ******, vanquished gods walk the streets
The enemy is what we've seen in the dreams
Not what befalls us in countless nightmares

Daring

My scrap meat is metal to build my machine
Body of parts I was so denied
Lithe and disjointed
Foraging necessities
Festering sensitivities lead to machinated loss of life

Let it sink

This ship is filling with the inked material lies
You claimed I could safely sail upon
Bailing out every word I despise
Something tells me, I'll find nothing to drown in

Nine o'clock

Weaponry only to serve me in time
Once in the presence of what I will claim is mine
Deep inside, rooted in every peer
Fear is the malady keeping them occupied

Each click represents a reclamation
Every time

When you first meet me
I am a catch
My first impressions are the best
I listen intently
I smile
I make you feel comfortable
Soon we are friends
But
And there's always a but
I really don't know how I pull it off
Because in my head is a hundreds
No thousands
Maybe millions
Of little voices screaming
Oh he's a hugger
Please don't touch me
****, he hugged me
Act natural
Do the pat thing! Do the pat thing
Why is he not letting go
Finally
Hey stupid smile now
Did he just say "irregardless"
Don't correct him
Don't correct him
Was that a joke
Light giggle
Just in case
Oh **** he's looking at me
Did he ask me something
I didn't hear
Just nod
Ok, good he stopped looking
Why am I even doing this
Do I even care
Not really
Zone out
Set to default: basic
And then it all goes fuzzy