Melancholy BoltsI've been broken beforeLaid sprawled outPicked apartLosing the key to my soulNothing but metalScrapMy bolts ripping apartIts not that badvacancy is my shelterOpen to anotherLet the lips capture my gearsTwist themPresent the oil of lifeElectrify my circuitry againDim the world for meKeep me closeAnd let us drift awayBuild me up againStrengthen meBefore you kill meSpit the wordLet me burnScream for youThen turn dustWhen the sun shines rightYou'll see me floating aroundRemnants of myselfSpecks in a vacuum of spaceBroken againI wait to rebuilt againBy the venom of societyDiluted into alcoholTo be abused once moreWill you rebuild me please?
Friendly AssistanceFriends put me in solitary confinement.
The Killer In Us AllThe most frightening thing you should be thinking, is not that someone can kill youIt's that anyone can kill youNo matter who they areStrangerEnemyFriendFamilyYourselfNowhere is safe in this world; we crave the bloodlust of a killRemember we are still animals in this jungle called earthJust take a look around and you will seeThe killer in all of us
Look at MeConnected through the wireGlued by the blue glareDash away on a boardDo we ever look up?Maybe I missed the girlSwerved off into the headlightsIgnored peopleEven to callIs tabooEmotionless lettersDispersed to try and capture what lies at our coreOnly to be lost in translationRelationships based of the typed languageWhat happened to communicating though the word of mouth?Sense what the other is expressingIsolating ourselvesDisengaging with realityHow long will it takeFor us to finally look up?
Being Raised TodayGod raised youSatan taught youAnd the worldForgot you
LyingStop talking to me.First,Let me remove your mask.Then,You can proceed to talk,AndShow me what you are really saying.
We Have No TimeAll we haveIs a sliverIn itLies ourFutureEverything we willDo in lifeWe all die before we know itIt's a fact of lifeAnd I am already dyingEveryone isA slow painful deathOne year at a timeOne month at a timeOne week at a timeOne day at a timeOne secondThen we flatlineWhisked awayOn a metal sheetBuried in the dirtTo think we were born yesterdayOnly to die tomorrow
Hue of WhiteGoosebumps are the only feelingDrowning in the musicDying happilyThe melodiesGrabbing a hold of meBeating the rhyme of loveMy last minutes are quite asDoves fly above my headWhite is the only color I chase nowThe one I always wanted to fight forShunned from everything elseCradling my oasis from the cageHairs are strummed with a bowVoice of the heavensEcho through my earsNeither human nor creatureA spiritual forcePressure of the fingertipsRelease the creature insideBeauty is all that lies withinHate shall never be curedButMusic shall always be the one thingTo free you from the prisonAngels callAscension beginsHue of whiteTears of blueMy peace is finalGoodbye musicSend this soul to the sky above
GuillotineThe guillotine chopsThrough sandstone,Rusted blood andWhite rock,Before my voiceEven had a chanceAt redemption
TreatyThe long warBetween the heart and brainHas ended.A treaty has been signed.Finally,Bringing harmony between selfAnd community.We call it poetry.
sailyou were the boat that deliveredme happiness, crates filledwith flowers and honey.but anchors rust,ropes fray,and all boatssail away.
silver is rarer than gold.a faint scent of honeyburns its way into my skin.slowly, i turn toward youshielding my eyesfrom the sight of a ringclattering onto the floorwith a morse codegreeting.the starshave been murmuringmy solemn strokes ofloss,caressing themselves into clustersin the tightly drawnpit of my stomach.lines have been drawnand i dare not cross them,yet my hand still longsfor yours to holdas i think aboutmaking my way through the barrageof cosmic eternities.we may not be perpetuity,and ordinarily we are nothing morethan the faintest wispof honey-colored hairthat curls through our collectivepartitioned existences.but we are trailing cometsin the universe's busiest highwayjust by thinkinggolden thoughts.i forget how to breatheas eternity fades,but then you become the air in my lungsand we transcend,fingers coated with silver,the line we vowed to never touch.
Saltwater GrimaceCheshire callousnessreflected in your eyes,chagrined and not amused --do not kiss me, do not try,float away like a dream in fog.I am never sure just whatthat mysterious smile means,but your memories are leakingthrough sea-glazed follicles, andI am bound to their excess.Smirking, you lose a little loveevery inch of beach you breach,surfing my sands likea professional poltergeist,haunting my currents with ease.You have lured me hereto sift seashells and foam.Our lies fulminate the conversationto its peak -- you arechagrined and not amused.I will not kiss you.
The Beginning of EternityThe grass is oddly warm, like the heat of a pulsing heart. I run my fingers through the sharp blades, the thin membrane slicing against my skin. I lie atop the parched earth and soak in the sun; its hot rays penetrating through the fiber of my shirt and erupting in a fiery blaze along the surface of my skin.I scan the sky with wandering eyes and absorb the pasty clumps of white as they traverse the great expanse of blue molding into recognizable figures, some swollen with rain.The air is heavy with moisture. The wind stirs, catches a strand of my hair and twirls it around in a sensual dance. My lungs expand as I inhale the warm summer air; an impulsive, groggy haze clouds my brain. Kaleidoscopes of vibrant colored butterflies repose in the balmy humidity; suspended in the sweltering heat.A quick, minty breath swirls against the side of my face. I close my eyes and lean into the cool breeze, my shoulder brushing against soft skin. I look sharply upward, the tip of my nose breadths aw
CounterweightsOften have I heard it said,that we each must do our part,to make the world a better place,and often have I thought,is that even possible?If all the world can be defined,as simple resources,never created or destroyed,only exchanged.Each action you make,uses up just as much as you create,and vice versa.Even happiness is just a resource,a chemical in the brain,so to make more happiness,would it not require something,of equal value, exchanged?Is not something lost,whenever we gain?How can the world ever truly be better,when everything we do,has its counterweights,an equal trade-off,as much evil for every bit of good?But the veil of thought is shattered,by a simple thank you uttered,for some simple task,and I smile.For I know that as long as we keep trying,the world will be better,for it matters not what little we have,but instead that what we have,is used to the best of its ability.
she's a grey emberburn slow;call absence to your kneesand kiss its bruisesfree from greeduntil your hands are stained neutraland tasteless.
Origami heartTo compensate the simplicity of my words,I write letterson complex paper and fold themin little shapesof things inanimate, just to delude myself a meaning. Today a boat, because I want to travel the stream of your consciousnessand see where the waters of your feelings meet mine.Deep down I knowthese thoughts are rapidstoo urgently scribbled,deepdown I knowthey will fill my lungswith sorrow but I want to drown in my glass of illusionsone last timebefore I sign my namefor youon the side of this paper craftand let the currents take my origami heartI hope one dayIt will find you,happy,some other timesome other place.
obsessionyour shadow and I have begunto argue about sharing space
shatteredi watched youlay the darkest partsof yourself along my bed,kept you safe as theygrew violent.they may stillbite like razors,but your armorhas grown thicker.
Lost and FoundHe has prayed as muchas he said "I love you" in both casesthey were inaudibleOccasionally you can hear himwhen he traces the outline of yousimilar to the waya stroke induced Decemberremembers to speak springlike he's seen you before in his dreamsYou can hear himwhen his eyes linger at your smileas if he could find faithfrom your lighttrapped, imbedded in insecurityhis way is a broken record even the deaf could listen toHe will not say I love younot because he doesn'tbut because you can not hear a manyou have yet to meetbut when you do, oh god, you will be brutally awareBecause with love like hisyou could drown twiceand not want to come up for air
Cognito ergo sumi. I am helpless, a bundle of mint green blankets, toes lined with slivers of crescent nails. Houses are universes and rooms are worlds, a spinning atmosphere of baby-blue walls, an ivory ceiling that hangs out of reach, patterned by dappled reflections and passing clouds. And when I open my forest green eyes, something breaks. A fissure snakes between you two and I watch as the universe shatters, leaving me floating on a shard, on driftwood, praying on the tides for survival.ii. Somehow, when you went away your genes did too, because I inherited nothing of yours but photos and a bad temper. The point of my nose was sanded down by the time spent waiting, my eyebrows thinning with all the crumpled confused looks I threw at the door, wondering where you were. But you came back looking different too, and we were strangers, and we still are.iii. I watch my mum crying into a letter, blue ink bleeding from her fingertips, and suitcases are piling up around me until I swear I’m dreami
Needing YouI am writing this letterTwo weeks in advance, for ICannot pay the fare for anythingFaster. I am unable to deliver thisMyself because I will be long acrossThe highway. But I have overcome theDistance, so let me continue.I am writing this letter as if I wouldA vision, because messages are more easilyRemembered when shown, not told.When the words lose their form andThe ink shifts and morphs into what isMeant to be seen.I am writing this to you becauseI am going off to war, againstAn unbeaten enemy whose backgroundsHave been burned. I know that IMust rise up to meet the road,But I must ask you this.Will you still be there,Waiting with a smile and a shrugSaying “‘Bout time you showed up”Will you still be sittingOn your front porch steps,Whittling away like someWhistling wizard?Will you still need meAfter I’ve left and gone?Because I’ll still need you.
Starving sleep and apologies.My sleep is starving.It is shivering sweat like snowacross my shoulders as I sob screamafter scream against your skin;"sorry, I'm so sorry,go back to sleep."I am sadand struggling to staytogether but you slumpagainst my sicknessand hold meanyway.
blame it on the lateness of the hour.I.my room is engulfed in shadows and they dance c i r c l e s around my deteriorating mind you call memy phone buzzes and lights up you make the only starin this artificial night skyII. one, two, three-- no.that last one was two, this one is three or maybe it's one you come & make the count go down to zero, but you can't hide the pills forever my sick mind needs the medicineIII. you whisper shakespeare into the crevice of my collarboneand tell me that we'll be infinite,starcrossed lovers but your lips are onlytattooing kisses that say
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Stones and WordsSticks and stones may break my bonesand words will always hurt me.Stones leave dark bruises for everyone to see.While words leave permanent scars visible only to me.
the infinity complex.9:42 p.m; i am heresitting on stained whitesheets and choking onan infinitycomplex. in a world full ofpeople, i am stuck feelingempty; there is nothinghuman inside ofme. it is allsloppy stanzas and half-finishednovels for a girl i loved and never got to love. approximately 7.046 lives on thisplanet, and i am left feelinginconsolably lonesome.
Gravity Up in the air Back downI throw my dreams But they never come
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