Getting
Into
Retarted
Linguinstics
When
Opt­ions
Escape to
S**tupidity

Although the skies appear blue,
Blueish white, with cottony hue.
Coloured orange, with fainted red
Dazzles bright at each sunset.

Evening sky, intensely blue,
Fainted is the sunset hue.
Glowworms dance, adorn the hue
Happiness spreads  in the world anew
Into this landscapic purplish blue.

Juggling, days
Klucking nights
Lying stunned in this hue so right
Man, the creature, so curiously few.
No matter it's a day or two,
some hues amaze like a landscapic view!

Orange red, with deep yellow in blue,
Pearly stars, adorn the view.
Quilty cold, in the days with dew
Rosemary looks majestically new!

Sun, the ball of fire for few
Teaches, turns a page each new,
Unknown, interesting, perceivable to few
Vanity is so pale, to take,
Wander, wither, breath well each day.

Xmas may not come each day,
Yawn, smile, admire all days, as uncertain are night somedays
Z**enith meets  only the braves,  let zephyrs cuddle,  embrace your zealousy face.

O secret voice of hidden love!
O bleating without wool! O wound!
O dry camellia, bitter needle!
O sea-less current, wall-less city!

O night immense with sharpened profile,
heavenly mountain, narrow valley!
O dig inside the heart, voice going,
endless silence, full-blown iris!

Let me be, hot voice of icebergs,
and do nto ask me to vanish
in weeds, where sky and flesh are fruitless.

Leave my hard ivory skull forever,
have pity on me. Stop the torture!
O I am loev, O I am nature!

If I lay on that big, white bed for along time,
will you help me find my Father?
If I put tubes in my arm
and didn't eat for a week,
would you show me where he is?
Will the robot standing next to my head feed me
coordinates through rhythmic beeps and blips and red flashing lights?
I will do that.
I will shrink in my bed
and let my hair shed off like snake skin
and let my skin wrinkle like I had been in the bath tub for too long
and leave the windows wide open so my children can watch.
My lungs will burn out
and you'll put a mask on my face
and add one more tube to the collection
in the crook of my elbow,
adding more weight
as I lose mass
just like my Father.
And after countless times of being told,
"You have his smile,"
I will truly know what they meant
when my lips become sandpaper
and my tongue becomes parchment
and my teeth hollow out in gradients of pale moon yellow.
The iron from my blood
will add zest to every wheezing hack
and trickle down my throat like the morning dew
watering the growing weeds in my lungs.
I will do nothing but blink my crusting, glazed eyes
when my family cries at my bedside.
I will not flinch as their shouted cries echo the hallway
or look up as they throw their hands to the sky,
begging to a name I had long turned away from.
Would I find my Father if the flesh of my cheeks sunk into its bones
and my face was contoured by the ugly shadows in its
every crevice?
Even then, I would not find my Father.
I would not find my Father
until the white coats stand over my bed,
prodding me with pens and magnifying glasses and stinging needles,
and finally tell my family there is no chance.
I would nto be my Father until I refuse to cry
or scream
or become angered
or say goodbye.
I will be relieved that after countless months of being dead,
they finally declare my pulse gone.

A n attempt to bamboozle him.

D irecting  the abomination
I nto my inner soul.
S corn, in the flame of passion,
A ffection going nowhere.
G iving way to struggle, looking for a
R eason to cherish
E very yearning.
E nding this bitter taste,
M aking this relationship
E stranged.
N ever will it bloom
T o a tender love.

© Hazel

One thinks  on Calvin heav’n’s own spirit fell;
Another deems him instrument of hell;
If Calvin feel heav’n’s blessing, or its rod,
This cries there is, and that, there is no God.

Alexander Pope

A transcendental tulip
is blooming in my garden.
Before the petals wither,
before affections harden,
I pray it may diffuse its scent –
so gloriously redolent.

Encouraging the faithful,
it blooms in any weather.
In sunshine or in shadow;
let us, elect, together,
enjoy its sanctifying smell
While warning careless souls of hell.

In Him we stroke the petal
That proves our own depravity
The flower that declares our heart
apart from Christ, a cavity
where only evil may be found
by One who dares our depths to sound.

The second petal beckons
and sings of pure election;
where souls are freely chosen
by God’s divine selection.
(As yet not offered to the masses –
Unto whom His wrath now passes).

Thirdly shines the Limit
of Christ in His atonement:
benefits are thus withheld
in God’s eternal moment.
So let the worldling rant and bluster;
Raging will not dim the luster…

Fourth: shall the fallen Adam
hold out against omniscience?
Will puny human being
Prevail in disobedience?
The Lord on high will hound you down –
His grace to place a golden crown.

Point five unfurls its essence;
as saints arise, and striving
shake off the dust and onward march –
though never quite arriving;
while God empowers to go the distance
Persevering with insistence.

Behold in full the blossom!
In Grace it shines, reflecting;
delighting in God’s wisdom,
the lead to gold perfecting;
Magnanimous floral alchemy
bestowing at last true liberty.

The sun seems to rise,
When you looked at me
My happiness was a thread
Pulling me, forcing me towards you.
My smile was only present
When you talk to me.

You gave me light
You gave me joy
then you threw it away
breaking the thread
along with myself

no more light
no more happiness
with u gone
and now u
left me
to burn
in the dust
and i can’t pretend
like it was ok

my poison like qualities
spread to u
pushing u away
and who can
blame u
for wanting to get away
frm me
as i
rot
nto
nthing
bc
idc abt anythng
n e more

My perception of potentials...

Powers
On
The inside that
Emit greatness when
Not neglected but
Tapped
Into
And
Launched out carefully and
Seriously

This truest love, triumphantly
   is a bird of prey
marauding 'twain these grayest skies and tenured gain
dine with blessed distinction,
feathered queen!
And any mice caught in between-
   For does my love in summer's rain
prey on the solace of my nightly dreams

Do gauge my love as span of wings
   the distance 'tween each finger
Her wings are spread and through the sky
she soars in arcs and swirls
Each and every blissless night,
   she passes coyly o'erhead,
The curtain in my blood unfurls
and this presence ever lingers-

Perched aloof and tauntingly in a bending oak
she says: "These stars that hover
             above the sky I disbelieve-
           Their palaver, quaint and lasting,
             I disbelieve-
They grip and guide my flutters as an ever-tightn'ng yoke."
Each hand I place o'er the other,
'til each branch is a rung, ladder to the moon.
Said: "And coldly does this horrib' moon smile,
        she laughs 'til my tail is the dust
        each stroke of hours and minutes speak to me
        this cunning moon pours in our hearts this lust-
           How could these shambles any trust?"
This sky, though blacken'd,
cannot rend apart what's happened,
and all it sees with terrible eyes
can prevent not this love fore'er mend-

She glode politely out o' reach,
To soar delightly by me-
Said: "I see the jilted morning glory
           bowing to the moon.
       Each stalk twines traitoriously
           a capsulating swoon-
       Each fruit it bears bequeathes 'nto me
       callous forms of elliptic bracts,
       eats as nothing more than flax-"

For every morning glory's betray'l
I'll harvest ten thousand Orchids from the meadow's fringe,
plucked from the margins of the bog-
This love is not a passing arc
that follows does that jealous moon-
I'll trek the acid, foy an' dinge,
and, if those mice do not erstwhile dine on this orchid's seeds,
that which lays dormant, 'neath the leaves
will send up freshly blooming stalks.

i:
feel like nothing
like am nothing
nor was ever anything
nor will amount to something
insides:
scooped out like a melon
leaving a great gaping void
in the center of my chest
e m p t y
of thought, action, motivation,
drained of energy
of life of joy
of everything
e    m       t     y
of identity
e                     y
in heart
body
mind
soul
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           (n)oth
         in(g).

M y love is like a red, red rose
Y oung with the dew-kissed promises of spring.

L aden with unique perfume,
O n a slender stalk it blooms
V ery near the edge of a sunlit garden,
E ndlessly transforming but always the same.

I  offer you this rose in hopes that
S someday fields of them will shine.

L oving you turns ugly weeds
I nto rare exotic blossoms that
K iss the summer breezes with their scent
E ven as they wither and turn brown.

A bsolute perfection is my love and this red flower.

R each out and touch this rose I offer-
E very thorn is gentle and not sharp-
D o  not fear of hurt from it.

R ather fill your senses with the joy of it,
E ndlessly fresh within your hand, and never
D ying, only changing to become more sweet.

R eceive this gift I bring to you and
O nly let me be that rose
S o  that my soul lies in your hand and heart for all
E ternity.
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Arlo wandered to the forest
Because she needed trees
Constantly surrounding her

Days went by
Emptiness surrounded her
Forests were not enough

Greatly pained
Her heart was broken
Into thousands of tiny shards

Just because her anger
Killed her slowly
Leaving her a shell

Many nights crawled on
Never ending, it seemed
Over and over, repeating

Perhaps life will get better
Questions seek answers
Realizing, not every question has one

Sun beating down
Trying its best to **** her
Until she's disintegrated

Victim of her own life
Why is life so hard to navigate?
X** doesn't always mark the spot

You may never find the truth
Zillions of false words exist

i

too hot
oto oht
oot tho..!

not to..
nto ot..?
ton o..

to do
ot od
ot od...

owt..
tow
wot..!?

ii

burning illusion
(not cars houses
and so on..)

a heat of vision
take the floor now
root man..

truth song
seared at core
end to want

and poverty
then-
too hot..!

iii

It grew from inside my heart,
New energy now seeps deeper.

Caring for her as much as I felt ignored,
Onto my daily life is left an imprint,
Nothing can ever cause this love to fade,
Towards a brighter future sails my gaze,
I** feel lucky and blessed at the same time,
None had given me smiles spanning miles,
Understanding my mindset she succeeds,
Upping my positivity she gives confidence,
Making my life more beautiful.

P atience
U nderstanding
T olerance
I s
N on - existent


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C riteria
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R esult's
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M r
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we exist in packs, in flocks, in ******* smacks of jellyfish, you know?
but you won't see us
as broken
as timid
we bare our teeth like machines when we brush our teeth and we put our hands in our pockets so that you can't see our ****** knuckles, the cuts on our arms or the scars
you have to know that this isn't a sign of weakness
that we're the brave ones for sticking through with this,
i was born in a mental institution and i sleep one hour a night.
but i spend most of my time in this sick bed
too much time inside my own head
we roll with the punches but never pull our own
you are nto who everyone else wants you to be
if you were you wouldn't need makeup to cover the bruises you wouldn't have without us
wouldn't have to crawl back to your bat cave every night
lying about where you were and who you were with
as though spilling some blood wasn't already sewn into our genetic code
ironed on to cover up some emptiness we couldn't have otherwise patched,
just know that this craving isn't some sort of temporary fix,
it's your only answer.
it's pulling at you, tugging at you every which way
making your blood boil like your soul is on fire
like you could blow smoke out your nostrils and scream a symphony
don't hate yourself for that hunger
that screech inside of yourself that refuses to be silenced or sedated
bring yourself
back inside yourself
and take a deep breath.
i want you to hit me as hard as you can.

Spiritual hope is in my pleading soul
Until the wondrous Rapture comes!
Christ be in my futile heart
Kindly looking down on me!
O** Lord how I earnestly beg of you,
Fearful and worthless creature that I am,
Forgive me as I grovel before Thy Cross!

Cleanse me please of sin dearest Lord,
Help me to know my own faults,
Raise me from the dust and dirt
Into which I am condemned to lie!
Slake my thirst for Holy Truth,
The Truth which only Thou can bring!

Only Thou, O great Lord, our Hope,
No one else can save the world,
Thou great Savio[u]r up above
Hearken unto our weedy and feeble cries!
Everlasting life is what you bring,
Crucified for us on Calvary
Royal and Holy Hill of Death,
Our only hope of Salvation!
Save us O mighty sweetest Lord,
Save us this coming Eastertide!

All must fall down on their knees,
Not forgetting to confess our sins
Devoutly worshipping the Lord's
Saving grace in this wicked world
Wherein we must toil and strive,
And at the last we must come face to face
Loving you, O great Lord!
Let Thy holy words filter down
On us like humble Easter Eggs,
World without end in thy embrace!

How can we dare to approach Thee
In the knowledege we are hopeless sinners,
Sinful filth from the days of Adam and Eve?
Sweet blessings we beg of Thee,
Prayers we send up to Heaven like emails!
Unless we confess and beg forgiveness
No one may be saved for the
Kingdom eternal in the sky!

Yea, please do not crush us to atoms
Underfoot as we grovel in the dust
Mutely offering up our anthems to Thee!

Tantalized by seductive
Offerings. Her
X-ray vision leers deep
Into my soul. She
C**onsumes my mind

F or when
I n distress,
R escue comes
S aves you from
T he troubling pain

A nd as you lay
I nto the stretcher,
D eath arrives.

[K  I  K  O  D  I  N  H  O]

"King he was with a novelty vase,
In it effulgent sonnets fairly shone,
Kaleidoscopic ballads and prose,
Opalescent but all unto his lass alone.
Days into nights didst vade, and nights
Into days, and days again to nights,
Never didst the fair queen of beauty
Have a sight upon this vase that though
Opulent, resplendent, remains a mystery."

I can't sleep, though my eyes are weary,

I can't eat, though my stomach is empty.

I can't dream, though my mind is restless,

I can't think about nothing but you.

My muscles clenched and aching,

My heart throbs fast and strong.

the fear that i could lose you,

makes my body cry out in pain.

I'll try desperatley to hide it,

I'm not as strong as you,

though i try.

Lifes not worth living,

without you by my side.

The night whirrs and howls,

calls to me,

but i stay hidden.

I don't want what i used to,

My future dosn't matter,

unless its with you.

Do you want other people?

Just make the hurting stop,

What did i do wrong,

to push you away?

Just tell me that you love me,

That you can't live without me.

Even if your lying,

I'd rather nto face the pain,

the truth,

not tonight.

Shh; wait for the sun,

Idont want to wake up.

Let me lie here,

Warm in your arms.

Kiss my wouds,

Heal me,

Stop the pain.

Be the one i need most,

My heart is breaking.

carry me through,

You promised me you'd keep me safe from pain.

I trust you,

I love you,

I need you,

I dont care past is past.

She wont have you,

Not while i still need you.

I always will,

Will you?