When my world fell apart

Yours appeared to start

Good Luck

You f*ck

I won't let you break my heart

Between notions of love
and hate
Between friendship
and tolerance
Between living
and dying
And the chaos
Lays waste to the words
That I falsely deemed poems.

Between the conflicts
and resolutions
Between the characters
and creations
Between the broken hearts
and dismembered parts
And the chaos
Lays waste to the words
That I falsely deemed poems.

Between the hearts
And the aches
Between the healing
And the bandages
Between the feelings
And the chaos
Lays waste to the words
That I falsely deemed poems.

For poetry is
Working words
To power.

This is where this poem bends
Goodbye my dear friends
This is where the journey ends
Not with an explosion but with silence.

If i were to write a poem,
I wouldnt talk about my pain,
I wouldn write only of my gain.

If i were to sing a song,
I would sing loud and proud,
Never of my sins,
But the life within.

Life gives us everything,
We chose anything,
Yet complain of everything,
And achieve nothing.

pleasure, desire, lust
Are not the only things,
Kings, queens, tycoons,
Are not the only beings.

suffocation, self doubt unsatisfication,
Let all this pass,
Shame,rain, pain
Nothing plain should define us.

brothers, if we were to write poems,
We wouldnt talk about our pain,
We would write only of our gain.

Sisters, if we were to sing a song,
We would sing loud and proud,
Never of our sins,
But the stupendous  life within.

I wanted you gone.
Everything.
Every single thing.

But you have this little thing;
this silly little thing.
That made me realise
I need your little things.
And even though I hate them;
I don't want them gone.

I thought I was over you,
until you showed me the things
I fell in love with.
And then all the things
hit me all over again.

Waterfall eyes watching
Kaleidoscope skies,
Clouds blend into blue,
My tongue dances for you
Behind grinding teeth,
Where my secrets creep.
Your tongue invades eagerly,
As your poison slowly seeps
Graces my cheeks,
And crawls down my throat.
A fatal kiss that pulls me
To another world,
Tried to pay the toll, but
I can't figure this out.
There's a bad taste in my mouth
And all my emotions flew down south.
Even though it's not winter,
On my spine I feel a shiver
Dancing down my vertebrae
As you pick, my scrambled brains.
My mind served on a silver plate,
Your forks scratch and scrape
At fragile tissue
That drives me insane.
Matter that I misuse
Worrying about trivial issues.
Following the yarn to the ball,
To unravel it all.
The source of my pain
Reduced to nothing but string.



I don't care what they say,
You're still fun to me.

-SLuR