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Onslaughtit rushes over me
a gust of tumbling objects
protestations and pinheads
straining the rainbow stitches
that pin my soul together
a stabbing suggestion
complete with kiwi and tangerine
and words i dont quite understand
hurtle towards me
uncertainty bleaches the threads
binding me together
red coals and sweatpants
bits of cloth and ruby dust
are sprinkled across my mindscape
a crack appears
ignites bits of fluff
camo teddies and orange bubbles
a gaping hole
a devouring empty mouth
it occurs to me that i have lost
the black whirlwind that
speeds across the landscape
but from the pulsing red ruins
i once called a heart
a burning parchment flies out
cooled by the howling winds
and on the frayed surface
there are two words
See it in your eyes,
Feel it piercing my soul,
Bitter, on my tongue.
And yet you stand-
Frozen stiff with fury.
It's worse than when you
Rage and yell,
Lecture and enounciate.
It is only meaningless articulation.
You truly feel it.
The loathing, the anger.
And I can see it.
Your eyes, they say it.
Accusing and sad,
"I'm disappointed in you."
DarkBefore the light,
There was dark,
Where there is light,
Darkness always follows,
Even in the purest heart,
There are shadows of darkness,
It would be so easy,
So nice to just fall,
One day I find
That I've fallen.
And I have to say...
It's perfectly corrupted.
Shaking with fury
"I gave you
I disappointed you
I don't want
To meet your eyes
"I judged you wrong"
I stand straighter
I look up
And bite my lip
To be judged again
Pierce my heart
X-ray my soul
Your eyes darken
Cold and hating
The verdict approaches
I'm dying inside
"You are not the person
I thought you were."
My execution awaits
Best Served ColdOn the menu tonight,
You'll find my heart.
Would you like it served
With a poison dart?
Perhaps you'll enjoy it
On a silver platter
Eat it bit by bit.
Delicious? Don't flatter.
Would you like it
Hot or spicy,
Or bitter or sweet?
Grilled or roasted,
Fit to eat?
Go ahead, just ask, be bold...
But if you ask me,
It's best served cold.
Overly ImaginativeWhat's my street like, do you ask?
Well, I could bottle it up in a flask...
Just a pinch of cold and touch of silence
Plus a ricketty row of paddle pop sticks
(My mum calls them fences though.)
The road is a twisted black ribbon
Speckled with white lines.
The night sky; a black curtain
With holes, where the light shines though.
And there's an empty little playground
Where the swing sometimes moves
By itself, creaking like an unoiled gate.
I could probably squeeze it all together,
Shove it in a bottle and tie it with a ribbon.
It's just an ordinary street,
With an overly imaginative occupant.
Computerised HumanityTippity tap, tippity tap,
Don't stop, it's a trap.
Clickity clack, clickity clack,
Too much work, stay on track.
Metalwork, plastic parts,
What are these things you call hearts?
Bottomless pit, endless hole,
Go ahead, sell your soul.
Press your buttons, click your mouse,
Day and night, inside your house.
Fall into the darkest hell,
Molten metal forms a shell.
Turning cogs, moving gears,
This is what I truly fear.
Humanity's fate before our eyes.
Adorn the frigid pathway
Grace the frostbitten door
Flutter in the frozen air
Like pristine butterflies
So flawless, so cold.
Frost the chilled windows
Caress the freezing trees
Lace the artic breezes
Like fine ribbons of ice
So exquisite, so cold.
Is draped in subzero chains
Wrapped in numbing tendrils
Encased in a frosty cage
Like an alien, locked in a foreign world.
And so, so cold.
MusingsMusings...What are musings?
They trace along your mind
Fluttering on the borderline
Of subconscious and conscious.
They invade your mind
At the most inopportune moments.
On the edge of sleep
Amidst impossible imaginings.
They demand attention
Once in a while.
They demand to be put on paper.
They order the tasks execution.
They won't leave you alone.
Not until you do.
And sometimes, musings seem
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
Dizzy Girl,you can't cure sorrow. The drops
on the windshield are swallowed
by this traffic's color and you
are just the driver.
Other people pass
with paint blearing,
though I do wish
there was an ending,
questions spark in halos
of low street lamps as you veer
toward the center,
recollections are ceaseless.
She will be at your left and the gust
through the tinted window
will be humid,
you taste her last spirit
in the smoke and
See Through YouHow do you allow for your own eyes to see through you?
Reflections hold no meaning,
when the image cascading back, is just your own ghost.
What unworldly realm did you get lost in?
I remember the touch of white glass, pale skin on your brow.
It shattered so easily, with such a soft touch,
if only the touch you felt, was only the love.
But sheets of burning skin, you have now.
This avalanche of you came crashing down quickly.
It was your emotion not your voice;
that started the cosmos to implode inside you.
Each star died out, and they all winked before they died.
It was this bi-polar you, who had split into two.
Through mitosis you defined your real you.
If only the other half could have been saved,
or maybe it’s lost and stored away?
I want to allow you, to see the person you are to be.
But,no mirror I show you could ever speak true to your own face.
Perhaps one day, your true self will stay.
But for now,
you allow your own eyes to see through you.
Delicate white candy floss clouds,
Crisp green forests no-one's ever seen,
A blazing sun rising over a frostbitten world.
Wishing for things you know you'll never have,
Seeing things that will never exist,
Feeling things that no-one else will ever feel.
Twisted black hands wrapping around your neck,
Skeletons stalking you through a misty forest,
Ghouls ripping out your soul by twilight.
People long gone still lingering in your dreams,
Photographed memories coming to life
An old teddy bear that sings you to sleep.
But above all,
The essence of my very soul.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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