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a little broken
anger past restaint
highschooltime flys by
nobody looks you in the eye
i stare at them
they stare at you
a glare, a sideways glance
like trapped mice
these are our lives.
Achei stare at your picture, and i swear your eyes are staring back.
but instead of the joy you brought me, your gaze brings me back.
back to that day, back to the hour.
it replays in my head, i tell it to stop.
inside im screaming, i cant get past this block.
i close my eyes, holding back the tears.
your voice fills my head, an accusing fume.
you yell, and scream, inside i shy away hiding from the sound.
i listen to what i think you should have said.
to what my mind says is right.
i curl up, my arms holding myself tight.
my head filled with a fight between me and myself.
you'll win, your voice is right.
i open my eyes, your face is still there.
though you are not, it still raises my hair.
i blink once and you are gone, a figment of my imagination.
a daydream gone wrong.
i turn back to what i was doing, ignoring my heart.
ignoring the guilt.
like i should have done from the start.
CagedBrilliant wings locked up tight
No longer able to take flight
Colorfull minds gone black and white
Sweet Sing of Your SecretsDarkness befalls beautiful gardens pray tell your secrets;
How your blossoms grow
Deep and rich is the reddest rose; the thorns give deadly blows
Petals of blood sing to me drawing me in
Grasp tightens sweet red covering my hands
The darkness not tells of its glory
I feel no pain
Fallen nothing but darkness, and my garden
Drawing me deeper in subconscious letting go
My dear garden pray tell your secrets
How your blossoms grow
Flowers DelacasyGlass wings catch wind
playing with light
swiftly gliding through the air
drifting down to a rose
beware the thorns
Beauty Fallssurrounding pain in shadows
a dark lady falls quietly into the shadows; the folds of her gown cascading in waterfalls of velvet...
rivers of black trail down her porcelain face;
her mascara betray her emotions
no escape...endless sorrow and remorse
long stemmed rose at hand... beauty in simplest form
even beauty betray;
devilish thorns prick white gloved hands...
red anger seeping to the surface..
unseen in darkness... shadows fall...
MockingbirdSilenced cries trapped inside
Pressed against pale lips now bind
Peer through unseeing eyes
To the trauma that lay behind
Shattered mirrors reflect no past
Memories too good to last
Weak struggles to survive
Falls to the mockingbirds lullaby
20 years or 20 mishapsyou are
sexed in a thought
without the action
your belly grows
white as the years
eat me eat me swallow
me whole, spit out the
bones and relish
didn't anyone ever tell you?
didn't anyone ever warn you-
i am thick as water
when it sinks to
you can see
to my insides,
they used to
boil when i danced.
you used to
compliment my hair,
you used to grab my hand
and call me angel
or 20 mishaps?
it's hard to tell
it's hard to care
the artist bleeds turpentineI am a warped and splintering frame
held by rusting nails
swaths of hemp and sheaths of tweed
crucified with acrylics
the cross of Saint Peter
littered with tufts of heathen fur
matted brushes and bathwater
drained from a balneae in Sodom
I ruined myself for relationshipsYou all remember
a time when you were sixteen
and a little insecure ;
we watched them,
kissing passionately in the middle of the street,
mushing their faces in the train station,
licking each other out on the dance floor.
And we were jealous.
We all want to be held tight
touched like we're more tempting
than a double chocolate cake.
I don't know if I do,
What I liked most about us,
were the way we kissed,
closed-lipped, soft and innocent
and the way you touched me
like I'm more precious
than my body weight in gold
could ever be.
What am I to youWhat am I to you?
Am I brother a son a friend?
Am I a demon full of sin?
Wandering this planet
Spreading my blasphemy
That states that life is sacred
And should not be taken lightly
What am I to you?
Am I a sinner or saint?
Am I ridding this world of taint?
Healing the sick and feeding the poor
Stopping the hate and saving the whores
Do I seem more holy than any man before?
What am I to you?
Am I a monkey or ape?
Pounding my chest as soon as I wake
Eating bananas and bugs
Like ants flea ticks and slugs
Do I look primitive?
Fighting and pissing where I sleep and live
What am I to you?
Am I a human flawed but not evil
Not a god nor a devil
Am I beautiful in your eyes?
Or do you look at me and despise
The way I am
Cruz when I look at you
You’re on candid cam
Hating and judging who I am
But what I am is a man who still loves you
Even though you don't love me too
Gaijin PobmaThe mushroom whose theme I listen to all day
1 hour extended
Wild fantasies of loving Goomba nights
Not quite what he'd intended.
I was lost, politically incorrect and broken
But life granted me one last token
Never could I regret when that pathetic pastime
Found itself sundered.
The immature mind thundered
The arcade shook and my controller got angry and ripped itself in half
Gaijin Gomba showed me that Mega Hombre Cinco was a good game.
Thank fucking God he did that or I would be trapped.
I first found his videos
It was a lonely dark night
I felt like everyone hated me
I shrank from every site;
And Youtube again beckoned my sad mouse forth
Before my soul would meet that fading torch.
As soon as I saw that character jump up on the screen, I shrieked
I broke the forth wall for him, courteous to what I seek
The massive glass pane was crushed, and glass shards fell on both of us
He had to go to the emergency room, and he sent me a cease and desist letter the next day.
the Manifestation of my Internal Pendulum.
Thoughts follow, or don't. Or should.
No fancy moves, no delicate tricks.
Just Time and I. Ticking. Clicking along.
We're all timepieces.
Others do more, better. Louder.
But I'm okay with not.
Twirl, turn, another, open.
Twirl, turn, another, closed.
Click-Clack goes my mind.
Gotta Be StrongSome days,
You just gotta breath,
Can't let things,
Get you down.
Pick yourself up,
Go, go, go,
Life isn't perfect,
What's right and true,
Will triumph in the end,
Even with everything else.
Stress will treat you,
Wrong and right,
Gotta keep going,
Can't stop moving,
Even as tears strike.
No ones there,
TO keep you falling apart,
Trying not to lose it,
Even as it feels like,
Everything is shattering,
Millions of pieces.
Good to the bad,
Bad to the good,
Gotta hope for the best,
Gotta hold together,
In the presence of others,
Can't let it go,
Gotta be strong.
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