This City’s,
got so much electricity,
I don’t even have to turn the lights on,
to feel like the lights are on,

in a constant state of Neon Dawn,
in a nauseous state of Beyond Numb,
it's obnoxious how Far We've Come,
at the same time how Dumb We've Become,

being put to sleep consistently,
by the constant sound of electrical hums,

how come,
we willingly put ourselves here,
in these cities in these boxes,
locked in our own insecurities & fears,

how come,
we willingly put ourselves here,
specifically right here & now at 33 Ultimo,
an Old Soul braving The New Frontier,

how come,
we willingly put ourselves here,
specifically right here & now at 33 Ultimo,
that’s not a joke that’s the address here,

33 Ultimo,

a building,
built by tax evading Chinese,
hiding their money from their own country,
but I guess we all hide something...

∆ LaLux ∆

excerpt from The Sydney Sessions;
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there is no excuse
for the pain I put you through.
it's not your fault,
that you couldn't give to me
the undivided attention
I so desperately sought.

Turning my back on you
I broke all the rules
like a runaway teen
rebelling against authority.

but you were not the enemy
and I was biting the hand that feeds me

I justified every deluded thought.
Freedom and fairness were my cause
I did whatever I wanted to do-
twisting and turning the truth

Seeking that feel good feeling
at any cost.
Against you I fought
with every fiber of my being
until it was myself that I realized
I had succeeded in defeating

Couldn't keep the secrets of this past year
hidden anymore
so I spewed them all over you
as we sat in my parked car  

I am gasping for breath
and clinging to you
as you turn from me
grasping at you disgustingly,
begging for forgiveness
pitifully

now its too late to say
that I can behave differently
you're all done listening to my lies

I'm a liar that eventually tells the truth after the guilt has eaten  holes in my soul
tortilla Dec 8

Where do you go
When you give your broken stare?
You ask it so casually
I answer to the best that I'm aware.
I go nowhere I respond.
Though that is not completely true.
We all know that I do not move
But somehow I travel everywhere too.
So here's what I would like to tell you
If you ever find me deep in thought
I go nowhere and everywhere all at once
And these constant trips are taking everything I've got.

I dont know
but there was something
about her
that made me feel
it was safe to tell her
all my secrets.

You follow your dream
I follow my heart

Good heart like mine
Never mind reading
Beautiful mind like yours!

You hide your secret
I hide my wish

Good heart like mine
Never dare reading
Colorful eyes like yours!

An insight to your heart
Like a moment of steal!

Good heart like mine
Beautiful mind like yours
Needs a secret pray
for fairytale beginning!

Machel Yvan Dec 4

I took the seat across and breathe deeply
Trying to ignite the will to last the night to make it easy
Folios with galloping notes reflected my eyes
Ascribing them as you started rippling nice

Taking your place behind those keys
while I guard the front as it seems
You fiddled the catguts, and I learned their secrets
And as you edify, I got lost in the sequence

You exuded the decree to keep my valiance
I lodged around the shadows keeping my silence
Risking the chance that was left of me
As I chant the cadence with complexity

I ogled before you with such esteem
As my mind creeps alone towards glaucous dream
Wishing that in every thing written in the sky,
You will always be my Marshall and I am your Spy

Samantha Dec 3

This is a poem
A dance of the words
This English language;
Nothing absurd.
In this world
There is a story
I want to keep hidden
Forever in its glory
A story of time
To the future and past
Through grit and grime
Nothing can last.
Every little thing
Galaxies, stars, atoms
Will soon go away
Nothing I can fathom
Now
In my hand holds a pen
I find myself wondering when
I'll just have to tell the truth
To everyone, all the way through
When you don't even try
But your hand just flies
Across the page
Nothing stays
It just rhymes
Every single line
All the time
In my mind.

Every day
There is no way
That anything stays
The same.
Just one little change
Something so strange
A bird out of its cage
Can be blamed.
For,
As this ink flows
So does all I know
I can't let it show
To them.
If they found out
I'd cause a breakout
To those who would pout
But when?

Why is this making me think
That there's ink as blood
And blood as ink?
What kind? How come?
I don't understand
These words in my head and
It may just mean that
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The first poem I've ever written that I was actually proud of.

It's hard to organize
These mixed up feelings:
Sadness,
Anger,
And the lot.

It's hard to keep quiet
About what I'm feeling,
Yet it's
Always better
Than telling.

i think you liked the way
my coronet of flowers was
tilted when i reached the
bottom of your black stone stairs
i think you liked the way i
placed the pomegranate seeds
one
by
one
onto my tongue and whispered
"don't tell my mother"
and i think you liked the way
i walked right up to you
as though you weren't a demon
but a fallen angels wanting to be loved
i smiled
and when you said my name...
that was the beginning and end
of everything

this is an interpretation of the greek myth of hades and persephone
Lior Gavra Nov 30

Secrets create,
Enemies and friends.
Can start new trends.
Reveal new tech.
Endanger peace.
Turn blue to red.
Secret whispers.

Secrets welcome.
Extra income.
Conditional love.
Regretful outcomes.
Emotional sin.
The hidden grin.
Secret whispers.

Secret sounds.
Entrapped inside.
Craves to be found.
Results in lies.
Eats till it dies,
Till realized.
Secret whispers, do not hide.

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