Mixmatched poems on Hello Poetry

---- Dec 2014

slowed breaths and an aching heart,
shrivelled tissues and torn sleeves,
suddenly don't seem to exist,
suddenly don't seem to matter anymore.
because you've reached that moment when the world just explodes,
when you can't contain your emotions a second longer,
when everything you've ever wanted to say comes spiraling out in a jumble
of mixmatched words pocketed from years of love, hate, isolation and determination.
when you feel uncontrollable,
in a good way,
when you feel reckless,
but powerful,
when you feel so incompetent,
but on top of the world.
everything that's ever ended on a low note has been tuned up so that high voices and beautiful noise is all that you'll ever speak or hear again.

(start song at 2:13)

#fear #creature #bon #iver

mads Aug 2012

Another angel, almost.

Broken and
dismembered,
You're in pieces
bleeding to death
on the lounge room floor.

This place is a mess
and you've become
the worst of the best.

Welcome to a
hell drenched home
where you'll bleed
'til you're empty
and rot to death.

With pretty scars
and stolen fame.

These crows
they feast on
your eyes but
you can still
see torture.

This is so fair.

Mixmatched and in flames.
Keep the pain.
Keep the pain.

Hide the glitter
Swallow the shame.
swim through eyes
but close your mouth
don't eat the vile
grey brain.

Smell the dead roses,
dear.
They smell almost
as sweet as you
and the death touch
you harbour.

Spread your torn
angel wings, set them alight
and fly, baby, fly.

Spin through falling clouds
as we cleanse the world
of you.

We'll welcome you back one day,
until then,
who the **** are you?

Choke on every
dream you ever
thought was real.

Claw at every
lie you ever
thought was true.

Wash your hands
clean of yourself.

Become pure again
in all your impurities.

Smile. Smile. Smile.

Sharpen your ******* teeth
and bite.

Who the **** are you again?

Spread the disease
of putrid impurities.

Spread the disease of you.

I guess I'm now sleep deprived and on the very edge of mental. **** like this has been cluttering my notebooks again. Enjoy, I suppose if you can make sense of it.

Mandar Fatarpekar Feb 2015

Fear and Loathing inside.

Deep breath and an aching heart,
shrivelled tissues and torn sleeves,
suddenly don't seem to exist,
suddenly don't seem to matter anymore.
because you've reached that moment when the world just explodes,
when you can't contain your emotions a second longer,
when everything you've ever wanted to say comes spiraling out in a jumble
of mixmatched words pocketed from years of love, hate, isolation and determination.
when you feel uncontrollable,
in a good way,
when you feel reckless,
but powerful,
when you feel so incompetent,
but on top of the world.
everything that's ever ended on a low note has been tuned up so that high voices and beautiful noise is all that you'll ever speak or hear again.

#fear

Bloodline of King Yashayah May 2020

The Staggers of a Happy Street

They say Yosef don't Q this or that why I want facts
Not the same replayed tracks over and over us blacks
Spitting the numbered stacks with them same reacts
Marching signs over those confined still flexing dimes
Over pennies y'all too **** guinea I break the enemies
Through the use of my their enemies forty eight laws
Right across they jaws and watch their empire fall
Joyous tears celebrate a new year of fear thru beers
And still can't turn the steers of common sense
Intense most folks still scared to jump the fence
Immense false war driven laws civil liberties drawed
Out since they got there first route no doubt clout
Was made along with debt collectors belt
Fastened on the waste of time lets break the spine
Of capitalism it's a prison that's had risen given
Rawest command grande Casear's backbone

Banging off a cnote ol school jolt feel the bolt
Thunder critics wonder mixmatched blunders
Sounds of the under- dog gun smog mistakes fog
Wake up everyday it's new **** for medias to say
Hyped the **** to get us hit cops just in it
For justice just as quick to spaz another cask
Masked but unmasked to money yo it's funny
How all these dead bodies ain't no caution tapes
Crisis actors used as a factor to ring in tractors
Of lie flatten out the disguise cuz my eyes got wise
Mediate breaking news I abbreviate then alleviate
From my mind set on the black stones signs
Natural high head to sky and still I questions the why??

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