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xander Apr 2014
Alone in a vast emptiness
the sand, his feelings
that face above the sky
eyes staring wishing to be blind
the sound of tears falling
drops of emotions
wasted feelings
on blood as thick as his intentions
will there be an oasis in the afterlife?
or just more shadows burning to find reasons
will he leave it to the cross?
drive a nail through every frustration
or just let the thirst run its course?
too many questions
for a mind thirsty for answers
too much time
for a mind that wanders-
alone, with so many eyes watching.
xander Feb 2014
he lost her somewhere on his notes
spilled feelings on red ink
heart crumpled beneath her toes
her love on his skin
she wrote it with her delicate hands
and a mischievous grin
and it says - I'm yours forever
a cursed tattoo for a slave
she added a pentagon
star shaped burn  
a mark that bleeds in eternity
eyes that haunts his sanity
like a million promises
filled with millions of holes
smoking in circles
burning
the way things burn when love holds no more meaning
xander Nov 2013
she made a star on his arm and smiled
she is his new favorite artist
and he imprinted that moment on his heart

three days ago they were just blowing kisses
formed from a nicotine breath
she made a hole on his lungs
he didn't know it would also pierce his heart
the way her eyes would drive him mad

for today they just decided to **** time
not knowing that it's the other way around
time would **** them both
like the faint constellation on the sky

tomorrow, we will die, he said
I'll die with you, she answered with a grin
as the stars fell from the sky
her art faded with her smile.
xander Nov 2013
In this game to the death
where the truth shouts defeat
and the lies just breed more hate
I say we escape

far ahead from this fate
far from the curse that revolves
around the ropes, around our necks
nobody is safe

and I need you
to help me see things through
the bad, the good
what else is new?

coz through your eyes I see
past the sadness , past the tombs I made
the ghosts that seeks revenge
I feel I can escape
xander Nov 2013
emotions floating high above
dark thoughts on a makeshift cloud
of spoiled milk mixed with blood
on weak wrist and a weaker heart
a fool's neck on a jester's axe
for the boy betrayed with lust
poisoned arrows from careless hands
poisoned hearts from careless minds
who would survive this apocalypse they call love?
xander Nov 2013
As I scream in her eyes
I breathe desire
feed me with your lies
Cut this wrist
Make me smile.
xander Feb 2014
a face lingers
inhaled
on every sigh
exhaled
moments ***** by time
winged and burned
about to crash in his skull
a huge mushroom
out to pierce his eye
blind
but he can still smell everything
minute longings
huge cravings
floating endlessly
through the deadly air
silhouettes
of life
death
everything that makes sense
but he just can't help
but get lost in between
molecules
ink
xander Nov 2013
ink
let it flow let it flow
breathe with your emotions
and let it be your guide
to places where you feel vulnerable
light a torch and search for the light
now grab that device and channel your anger
hold that memories and let it linger
at the tip of your fingers where everything feels safe
nothing's more refreshing than a familiar scene
put it down into words and remember every detail
from castles to ashes
a pail filled with nails
bruises that speaks of happiness
to the world beyond our limits
purple skies and falling stars
the pyramids and its secrets
acquire the key of knowledge
and unlock life's secrets
xander Jan 2014
she came into my life like a mushroom
on a rainy day
with the lightning as her guide
she crashed into my life
I picked her
ate her
and now I'm on a trance
shouldn't have followed the rabbit with the fancy hat
shouldn't have jumped through the hole
now I'm ten feet tall
but my heart remained small- the size of a fist
tough, but unable to grasp the whole new world
eat the apple and let's rid ourselves from this world, she said
to a world unknown, a place untold
we don't have to wear clothes
just you and me, and whatever worries behold
play with the snakes and eat apples all day long
we would live like the queens and lions of the old
such dreams, such hopes
we both smiled with the thought
but the world awaits-
cold as the storm that would soon swallow as whole.
xander Nov 2013
there he goes again
staring at the empty blue sky
and he think it's poetic
like the beat of her heart close to his ears
like the reflection of her shadow as he tried to capture it
but it's all empty like the blue sky

the beat is loud, perhaps much like the sound of his heart
he's waiting for it to rhyme
to make sense, like an ink blot on paper
the way it gives meaning to the vast emptiness
that cavity that seeks pleasure from pain
the ******* smiled from within

and the world closed in on him
the blue sky, the melodies on his ears
it screams of despair and hope
lust and love
life and death
his and her world
forever they are intertwined-
FOR-EVER-

!@#$%^&*()
xander Jan 2014
it's her smile, her smell, and the way she draw a line
her knife, his wrist, and the mark on her palms
the smooth curves that would heal sores
a touch that cures
his world tangled in her curls
the music that moves him
the way he's moved with her style
dumb desires
and the boy is caught in a whirlwind
never to return to his old life
arrows stuck on his heart
he never felt so alive
the entirety of his life
about to be consumed-
dumb desires
xander Dec 2013
the leaves fell and they mean nothing
like the shells he kept on his room- they mean nothing
those days numb with the familiar
hands clenched without regrets, or so he said
those are but tombs without names
skeletons waiting for a crow visit
candles swaying with the wind for salvation
the ghost of yesterday still aching, hopeful for a better tomorrow
the dagger that made a home on his heart
the tears, smiles,  and the memories stuck in between
they're nothing, like the leaves
lifeless and crumpled beneath his feet-
all for nothing, he said, she said.
xander Nov 2013
tires and kerosene
rubber to skin
here eyes speak of death
and he's the willing victim

fist and stones
tars and feathers
a shameless walk
for the heart he chose

mob marching
rope's burning
vultures waiting
the world is hers for the taking

skulls and bones
tears and moans
the guilty screams
for the burning love untold
xander Nov 2013
things on my head as I try to make sense with the what ifs ;p

Destiny standing
Death smiling
Dream staring
Destruction waving
Despair lurking
Desire knocking
Delirium horsebackridinganelephantmouse
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careless soul
calloused heart
veins imploding
fist clenching
a storm is brewing
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beautiful chaos-
right words to carve on bones
feelings marked on a stone
please remind the boy
to place it on his tomb

and after all this..I'm still lost. blah!
xander Jan 2014
the birds are waving
goodbyes to the careless wound
and I hope I'm a feather
floating aimlessly at this blue world

the waves are waiting
for a ride that would define time
and I wish I'm in that part of the globe
paddling carelessly on a makeshift wood

but what am I but another escapist
out to heal the unknown
hoping that soon I'd find answers
to the questions I so long hold

what am I but another broken heart
out to patch my wounds
hoping to clear my thoughts
to the worries that scratches my soul

all I know is that I'm a wasted heart
waiting for the world to swallow me whole
a drifter
lost with every misused word

time to escape this world...
xander Jan 2014
we all have a cavity
our hearts, our souls
dipped in a sweet longing
for lust, for love
happiness made of bees wax
the sting, forever etched
on our skins, in every memory
awake and asleep with the pain
stings as cruel as the memories we hold dear
we're all dead, not yet
we can escape, but reality has a rope on our neck
a joke we're alive as we gasp for breath
the world defined by the acute pain
every other day we have to deal
with all our hopes we try
must we continuously bleed til we get rid of the pain?
and yes, we live, barely alive in a hollow world
buried beneath our chest
we must always try to live-
without regrets

— The End —