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Jellyfish Dec 2015
I wish I were asleep right now
inside of a dream, not in town
you were once on my team, til
my sound gave out..
Why're looking at me like that?
It's causing my self esteem to go
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Oh, I see it was all just a scheme.
Slap my hand
Bad! Bad boy!
Too much demand
Too many toys

Toss my heart
Back and forth
Play the part
What it’s worth

Don’t be mad
Are we jealous?
What we had
Doesn’t tell us

The bad ideas
Make us scared
The hate reveals
How we fared

I should’ve known
Should have seen
Karma has grown
From being mean

Protection has cost
Rejection has wisdom
All that’s lost
Perpetuates with them

Now she’s gone
So am I
I’m not fond
Of wrong goodbyes

Please help me stand
Please bring me joy
I’m just a man
I’m still a boy
I like to limit myself in writing as an exercise in restraint - this one is a three-word syntax until the end, where one more word is allowed.
There's no way out
It's too late, now that I've found you
Caught beneath a falling cloud
I'm drenched in love when I'm around you

Don't make a sound
Or let the noisiness compound you
Wading through the drawing crowd
Dressed for those who might surround you

Bring me back to somber days
When you were there to light my way
Like a mid noon cabaret
You give my world a needed change
Now that all the dues are paid
I'm not afraid
To sing your serenade

Icy breath snatches my tongue
Holding on to thoughts about you
Await the rays of morning sun
That melt away the nights without you

Take me back to yesterday
When you were there to light my way
Tomorrow's only years away
With time to blend the shades of gray
And still I see
The way you look at me
When I sing your serenade
Lyrics in song form to a tune for guitar & voice.
All aboard, we’re goin' down
Next stop, the loony bin!
Familiar faces, hear the sound
Of madness and bitter emotion.
:(:
Cloudy days devoid of light;
Sunrise blends into the dark
Keeping smiles out of sight
And laughter out of lonely hearts.
:):
All aboard, destination love,
But nothing works quite like it should.
Sharing poems, dreams and stuff -
It seemed so easy in Hollywood…
:(:
So all aboard, we’re back on bottom
Runnin' wild with no cause.
Affection, passion; yeah, I got ‘em
But who am I to break the laws?
Written in delusion; punctuation added for effect.
Mikayla Nov 2015
"There is no sense in breathing,"
It was written on the wall,
In the ***** truck stop bathroom,
That made my skin crawl.
I scrubbed my hands,
And left in a scurry,
But the quote stained my skin,
Now red from fury.
"There is no sense in breathing,"
It rang in my head,
As I sped down the highway,
Now why would someone wish to be dead?
The thought spun my brain,
I didn't believe that someone so beautiful, Would be so insane.
But they were,
And they are,
And that's what it meant.
There's no sense in breathing,
If you're already dead.
Going, going, going here.
Your open heart is showing dear,
our love just keeps on growing near.
Just meet me right or wrong.

I know we'll see the light of day,
we can't have it another way.
All that I am is yours to stay,
you are the man I need.

Although with love can come great fear,
I know I will stay smart & strong.
And though the path may not be clear,
I feel like we belong.

On this bed we both shall lay
and from each other's souls shall feed,
And even in the darkest day,
trust and hope take lead.
ciannie Oct 2015
guess you're gravity
clarity
clear, sharp, perfectly
formed in glory
you tell such story
or stories, from sweet cheeks
smiles un-meek
laughs loud
shoulders proud
knees locked
hips cocked
all eyes flocked
your neutral stance
my eyes glance
every other second, they relate to me
of your beauty
spies of their own will
spies of skill
or maybe not- you realise
you catch my eyes
and you **** your hips
flex your lips
you open your chest
beckon me to rest
within
under skin
to see what lies
beyond
the reach
of outside eyes
inside matters, kind of thing, idk
Living in this yellow box filled with aging trinkets
A lonely guy trying to get by just hasn't sealed the link yet
Bout a cup of milk left in the fridge and God forbid I drink it
A shaggy dog; that ***** hog, why can't they smell the stink yet?
The junk comes barreling through the door so fast that you can blink it
There's no more room for gloom and doom, but let's fit one more inkjet
They just got rid of dinnerware,  a silver and a pink set
So now to hoard an ancient sword, a blender and a mink set
Five garbage bags of someone's clothes, the sixth one's in the sink, wet
With lots of cans and pots and pans, we'll reach the jagged brink yet
They're trying to let go, said there ain't no space to think yet
They're workin hard to raise the bar, ain't  worked out all the kinks yet

Pressed for time and low on space
****** I need to get out of this place...
hoarding
Kyle Fisher Sep 2015
Traction,
It's keeping yourself on the alloted trail,
Like a group of spikes pertruding from your hiking shoes.
Hidden underneath bleak chances to run off course,
There is traction.

Ascension,
It's the higher sense of letting go,
Like a swell from the waters of slightly unsecured mentality.
Stationed right above the need for grounding.
There is ascension.

Illumination,
It's the spurt of clarity, intense maturity,
Like a smith of fine silver, molding his first ring.
Seeing what might be, and generating the material.
There is illumination.

Perfection,
Its understanding the material is but a spec of truth.
Like something without beginning,.. without end.
Immortal, appearing mortal,
But, sincerely niether
There is perfection.

That is what you are.
I am.
©Kyle Fisher
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