Where were we when you quit the sound?
Caught in distance while you hung around
Encased inside of our own menial pursuit  
Flaunting desperation as a constant survival
As you battled death in your combat boots
There is no glory with fate as your rival

What were you seeing in your distorted mind?
As you ate your last words and ecstaticly dined
At the chemical festival of illusions' absorbtion
How far did your gaze stroll onto the other side?
did you meet with an end or the start of damnation?
In which lonely drawer do your dreams now reside?

Where have the remnants of life made their grave?
Are they in the lingering regret that you've paved?
Through each flash of your face and casket sight
The delusional rebirth of your presence revealing;
Fragments of ended realities giving spark to night
Burning sigils into visions of a broken feeling

Flame lit sketches etched across a charred eulogy
Only a name remains lying in the wake of a memory
Pieces scattered amongst an unfitting resting place
Conflicting beauties molding a divine contrast
A devil laid to rest in the midst of holy space
One shade of diversity on a bland earthly cast

Echoes of descension from this dimming black sky
Adorning each reflection with your hollow eyes
Complexions left searching for an answer to hold
As to how lifes' vigor can so swiftly fall to decay
And,The aging of dignity resembling every tale told
Seems to shine a reality check on this tragic play

A nulling backdrop for this cemetary playground
Where the kings and queens become tediously crowned
With a sickly ailment that reaks of dalipidation
The stench of the end atop an eternal retrospect
Glaring back with the most sincere of validations
That the fallen live on as our recollections resurect

doing the dishes *****,
especially when it smells like butts.
food that has been there for weeks,
sprays at me and reaks.

every time i feel the water,
it burns me *** it got hotter.
water sprays onto my clothes
and here it goes...

gotta wash the dishes

I wonder
where does your heart lie?
where does the extra go
when it's time to put on a show?
You live as an emotional exhibitionist
but golden lips trump hollow veins
you only show the world
your trophies and save the rest
for your pillow
so I wonder
where does your heart lie?
Who scared you into thinking
emotions are for the weak?
That sadness reaks of vulnerability
and that missing someone is unspeakable,
I wonder,
where does your heart lie?
The soul you expose
for the world to know
is a sliver of the pieces
that make you whole
you show only gold
when copper lies below
and I wonder
where does the rest go?

Speak,

So you can hear them sputter

There lack of all intelligence reaks

Think,

Because it's so much easier

There slack in all vocabulary peaks

Read,

Because books don't lie

And they let you keep it all inside

Write,

Because it's the only truth that comes out of you

Keep it bottled like nobody ever knew

Breath,

Life into this pen

Seethe,

Your anger onto paper

Because you truly believe in this approach

Because on paper maybe others will note

That speaking is a tool to destroy

Respect,

Because maybe they can still see reason

Live,

Because maybe there are reasons

Breath in,

Converse,

Confused,

It's why society stutters

No need,

To speak.

If p o e t r y is all it's
                  cracked up to be
why can't I write it?

If it reaks of
        sophistication
why do I care to know it?

It is blind to
                  desired
flesh
but still seeps from every pore
as though it knew
                        what life is about.

It doesn't, though
                   know the soul
the pourous surface
surviving in this
                  the only place
I don't know.

It's not necessarily dangerous,
to pour gasoline,
on top of me,
I like the smell,
as I rub it in,
I rub my arms,
& gas my soaked skin,

It's only dangerous,
when you keep pouring it on me,
pouring it on me,
until I'm drenched
soaked in it,
you're poking & poking & poking,
you poke around to much,
till the fire is way too hot to touch,

Scorched hair just reaks,
in an unpleasant vaporous,
& dangerous
plume,
in such awaiting & toxic
stench filled fumes,
you never know when enough is enough,
when you get way too close,
because that gas is like my perfume,

You get too close for my comfort,
or yours,
& boy people just never learn,
by fire we will always burn,
& unafraid in ash,
again, return, return,

And as you take out,
that tempting lighter,

    Flick A Bick

I'm not going to be ashes just yet,
because you see,
I'm a fighter,

Listen,
step back,
behind the rope,
you are very near,
an extremely,
flammable accelerant,

Coming so close,
you are igniting,
certain buried,
& long forgotten fears,
bones I didn't want to dig up,

Engaging in,
a war within,
you are inciting,
me to burn,
& like you,
I too,
I never learn,
to me a burn,
might be exciting,

As I am burning,
& returning
in this old anger,
because I let it go already,
it's been gone for years an years,

Nobody likes to be to disturbed
from the stillness of a grave,
this would never be tolerated,
my soul you need to save,
would not be tolerated anywhere,
not anywhere else,
by anyone else,

Just leave me be,
I'm a smoldering coal
& a truly gentle
kind & beautiful soul,

Undisturbed I eventually,
turn into diamonds,

Until,
& unless,
that is,
until,
petrified wood finally burns,

As I'm raging out of control,
because you are a terrible arsonist,
a terrorist who stalks women,

I said,
don't stand so close to me,
I warned & warned you,
you just don't head or hear,
those warnings,

Too busy dragging,
those neanderthal knuckles,
to my door,
that's the place you cannot go,
don't set this old page ablaze,

Because I am,
my own justice system,
creating a devastating path,
that I never wanted to even take,
an enormous path
of destruction,
I will leave there,
in my wake
so for your sake,
our sake,
& everyone else's sake
for the love of God,
I don't want to destroy you,
back off from the intensity of my fire.

I sure would love to write. But long behold I have my consciousness to fight. Get out of my way you *******! Get out of my sight! What you're doing to me is vile, it just isn't right!

Ha! You're terrible I tell you! Your work is destined to fail! A pathway of let downs. A pathetic paper trail. You're just writing for dumpsters like its discarded mail.

Silence you demon! I will discover my strengths and discover my style. Bet your *** on that you *****. Or my name isn't Kyle! I'm not destined for failure. Youre making me tick. I'm fed up with your ******* and you're making me sick.

Hahaha I see what's happening here! Im winning you over because you're beginning to fear. You will never silence me because I am all that you hear. Throw away this writing because your ending is near. Boo hoo you baby! Are you shedding a tear?

Fall back because I'm conquering you! My determination is gritty and my motives are true. In loo of my weaknesses and in loo of my doubt. Ill never give in and cry, nor will I give in and pout. My armor is powerful and my posture is stout.

Ah, I see. Are you now breaking free? Are you standing your ground and silencing me? But what of your writings? What will they be? A dumpster fire! I bet your *** we will see! And when that happens Ill be filled with glee.

Its over Debby downer because I'll learn new techniques. I'll lay down my heart and all that it speaks. Ill write highs and lows, Ill write valleys and peaks. Ill write with the blood that my bleeding heart leaks. Now change your attitude because your attitude reaks!

I understand and submit. I lay out the red carpet for you. I see you speak from the heart and your heart does speak true. But nevertheless, I'll stick just like glue. When you worry and doubt I'll be pouncing on you. When you're pondering ideas and out for something that's new. The writings you write without me will be few.

Tousche, that's fine, but you've run out of time. Now let go of the pen because the pen is mine. I'm free to write my writings and the feelings sublime. When I master my craft my writings will be so divine. You're despicable, a decrepit rat! Ill be successful.
You can bet your *** on that!

Feelings of un-grander,

Misconseptions of the mind,

Thoughts of words, so slander...

Yet how can one seem so kind?

My head reaks of thoughts of hate,

Trauma that can't be left behind,

If such a thing is fate,

Then I transfer my thoughts onto several lines,

Bracefully, recovering sanity...

Its my only hope for peace in reality,

Without this, I'd be a dog rapped in chains,

Never to be set free,

Releasing constant thoughts onto several lines,

Patiently waiting... for peace to return to me

You must be bored. I know its you, your ignorance reaks of stale perfume. Ignore me; just less for me to do. Wait from a distance, you always force me to. Your comments alone; show the change got the best of you. Your followers; watching you do those things you do. Too many people; love you more than you do. The only one that doesn't get it is you. And I don't want to hear it from you. Left believing you behind.

You're a sick ****** I can't take my spam cans away when I winch that I a ******* dwarf that wobbles when I pluck my pringles from the cat's ***. Fuu-huh-huck-too. I spat that kid that stole my ******* bib hurt my holler strings and caused me to chaufe. I use ecstacy are you horney. I'm so horney. will you rub my feet *****. yes or no? **** yes, you're youth reaks of fermeldahide, holla. I'd holla back straps because ******* Better still have her one tooth to crunch frozen corn off-the crop because I sold my microwave for crack ******* and hungry ***** coookurs, thier hookers bae. I love me. I love you, that's your krusty *******. Poochie ****!

Waking up everyday knowing how you care.
It's like a  pillow or the ammo that I need to get out of here.
Can I be honest to a God that know what I will say?
I love you and I need you even though my love reaks of who I appear....to be.
I'm 21 and it's killing me that I'm betting on things that's not even a Good sight to see.
Good sides to me is the worst when they come to me and find out I'm not who they thought or cracked up to be...
My head runs like the waves in the sea,
Never terrified cause I scare myself of who I'm going to be.
If I am a King it's only because one lives in me, I'm becoming something that they don't want me to be something all you need, everything that's really killing me ...thank you and I love you sencerely the Man I need me to be.

JANUARY
J* oin other people who work together in
A ctivities because that
N otion expands the concept of
U nity in
A ll Corners  of life and teamwork can make you
R ealise something new about
Y ourself which you have never been aware of.

FEBRUARY
F eelings that
E xist in my heart
B reaks me  because they are not just
R egular feelings yet they are
U nconditional
A nd I am struggling to
R elinquish this innermost feelings because I am scared
Y ou might deny my heart which i kept for you to equip

MARCH
M any things are stripped
A way from us because we don't
R ealise or come into terms that we ought to
C herish and
H onour those that heaven specially blessed us wish.

APRIL
A lways know that God's
P romises shall be
R eceived and we should never be
I mpatient because he is the only master of our.
L ives.

MAY
M any things are
A chieved when
Y ou have developed a positive energy of that certain aspect you are doing.

JUNE
J ump
U p and down
N ever lose hope certainly
E verything shall work out.

JULY

J ustify why such
U nconditional feelings will eventually
L ose its value when i try to express how I truly feel about
Y ou.

AUGUST
A lways get
U p and
G o into the day without
U ncertainties of
S ome sort and
T he best you can be in that day.

SEPTEMBER
S omeday i will
E ventually be able to overcome the
P ain
T hat
E xists deep within
M e
B ut remember that i wished for our
E xistence to never end but i can't change the circumstances because
R eality is that we were never meant to be.

OCTOBER

O ceans are deep and the
C onditions of my sentment upon you are much more deeper than that of the ocean.
T oday marks a new story and a new life which i wish to persue with you, I don't have much to
O ffer thee my dear but I promise to
B e there for you whenever you need me in the
E ntire duration of your existence because I
R eally  feel greatness with your presence in my life.

NOVEMBER
N ever mistaken the conditions of my sentment because the feelings that exists are real
O ut of millions of people in the world you are the only one i exchange such
V ows of the sentment and
E very little thing i say is out of the deeepness of
M y heart
B e with me babe and
E veryday i will love you and
R aise our little ones into bright future leaders of tomorrow.

DECEMBER

D ear you can't be loved by
E veryone and you
C an't expect thing's to go your way.
E verything you do in life has it's own
M eaningful aspect which when carefully analysed it
B rings out a better vision of yourself and  daily we learn something new which shall
E ventually build us into
R espectable citizens of tomorrow.

Piercing static noises
Disrupt the state of partridges
Their necks in holes like ostriches
At the slightest glimpse of consequences
Pertaining to their life expenses
How do they sense this?

The PSI required
To make us inspired
Roused by unspoken choirs
Using their strengthened minds
Under simple disguises
So that they surmise it
How do they sense this?

Mother’s eyes in the back of her head
They’re filled with dread
She looks ahead
To see when we have been misled
How do they sense this?

A dream is a vision wrapped in mystique
Intentions are good but the vision reaks
Perfection isn’t always what we all seek
How do they sense this?

Tailor made
Shared sickly stain
Let it stay
Let it marinate
Let.... It bubble up,
Then over
In to my dimwitted face
Where my lips hang
Ear to ear
And your breath still reaks of beer
But I don't mind it
I hold onto your memory because its
The only thing I have
-bowedbranches -camryn Jones
12-12-11

A wasteland.

Everything reaks of havoc.

The leaders have taken all the resources for themselves,

Leaving the ones they were supposed to lead,

With nothing but scraps,

Nothing but the ruins of what could’ve been.


The education, the money, the technology,

They took it all.


Now remains only a wreckage of cement, street lights, and yellow stripes,

Leaving the ones left behind, the people, with no option but to fight like savages to keep themselves alive inside the mess.


They all search for a way to survive like vultures in the harshest of deserts;

Looking for anyone distracted or slower to attack.



Every little open space represents an opportunity for the predator and a weakness from the prey.


On this land, kindness is the greatest of foolish acts, and vicious cunning the greatest of virtues.



The name of this land, you know very well,

And you cross it every day.

I write songs
I don't sing them
your name is beautiful
I don't say it
your words invent new images in my mind
what you touch you destroy
my body sleeps on your boredom
I shouldn't say it
it reaks of love
but if there is no point
why run?
you talk of things undiscovered to me
your eyes are steady in my mind
to love you is unreachable
like climbing a mountain blind
I write songs
I don't sing them
your name is lovely
I don't say it