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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
Calender ManMy steps
ask me why
dead for a full week.
My arms are x's
and my elbows - checkers.
I only see tomorrow.
I only think about the microwave
when it screams
for me to stop.
My lisp is chewy,
to match the scribbles
speckling my elbows.
My steps are heavy."
Hotel California.The dusky, dusty highway
Somewhere in the heart of California
Where the desert sands are golden
And the girl's eyes are molten
I had to find a home for midnight
The hotel seemed just the oasis
My soul needed
She met me at the door
Hair like fire, skin like ice
We spoke not a word,
But I felt - something -
Moonlight night turned
To scorching days,
And instead of leaving I was trapped
Caught in the middle of a vortex
Created by lust, lost, memories
Religious fervor in a misplaced love
Candlelight would only illuminate us
For so long
In this dark and beautiful place
Time dragged it feet, she told me
That woman of fire had the muses for her friends
A broken thing, a fallen angel
A dark and terrible secret she shared
With no one
I almost lost my soul to that
The mirrors on the ceiling were telling
Of the true bloodlust here
I ran, the front cracked open
Her face was caught in my mind's eye
Darkness too terrible and sweet
Made its home in and around the rooms
Weakening my resolv
i do not write slam poetry.
i do write, but in quiet syllables
in quieter lobbies. i am quite
self-serving in the way i slide
my breaths through my bottled-up neck.
god forbid my tie slip and
reveal my charlatan wreckage.
god, forbid me from dreck
masquerading as purpose.
i have stenciled my days
in a page i subsequently
every aspect of your life
can be chosen, they drone.
and it's true
until you're unrepentantly introduced
the ink starts to delineate
in your skin, maps your nailbeds and
lets you attempt to rescind
with no hope of actual
there were ten times in my life
that i felt i should document but no,
those moments are only mine and no,
i don't do lists and no,
i am not a writer.
now the ink is caked, thick, choking
my societal obligations in a velvet
blue drawl that i have always
tell me again how
with your life coiled about
your middle finger and your wife
i do not write sla
the pros and cons of incorrect file formatsbecause sometimes
it's worth misbehaving
and sometimes your gums have to bleed
to taste truth
i'll be damned, i did it again.
launched right into the middle
of a ghastly conversation
in my head and
i am a skimmer. pages, crowds,
i pretend that all the relevant information
is readily apparent
or contextually discerned.
but when i met you, dear,
like the library at alexandria ashed
and like they are chuckling warmly
at our memoirs
and weeping briskly at our graves
i have to type everything.
my script's shortcomings aside
my mind requires the fixed-pitch order
of clacking input
or else my notepads dim
as the ink chokes them out.
cannot be skimmed; this rampage
of think and rethink and amend
does not betray its secrets lightly
like the gravity of charybdis
or the way you sway just enough
to sink our ships and your reef
is one that i would lie and cheat and riot to kiss
it's worth misbehaving
and sometimes your gums have
World Of MagicI lay in blue grass
tickle my nose
and baby unicorns
of red dandelions.
I’m curled up
my head on
his chest and
is pounding in
to grab one…
when I wake up
How ClicheMy heart is breaking
I borrowed trust
You made me pay
I payed with love
You loved my trust
I’m lonely now
With love and lust
I miss your heart
I miss its beat
You beat my heart
Into the street
And where am I
Without a sound
The tears they fall
They tear the ground
I dare not fall
Where you have tripped
Heart on heart
A heart left stripped
Oh oldest friend
Of kiss left loose
I’ve lost my grip;
Lost hand I choose
You chose me now
Oh how cliché
To pick the night
Over the day
We think ourselves
A clever sort
A life made short
So how in death
Is love so shown
Where hatred’s fed
And once was sown
Life after death
Yes aged cliché
There is no death
For those who pray
That trust so given
Gone from hand
Sand of heat
Such fills my eyes
Love oh love
Love is free
Don’t make me pay
.flame-red cars driving by in godspeed
golden chains 'round necks
murmuring kill under your breaths
strike the blade with the hammer
don't hit the anvil
blink once, not twice, you'll miss the lights
murder ain't prompted by the world, but by you
but hey, don't worry
'cause karma won't forget
EverythingWhen everything's good,
And everything's bad.
When everything's cold,
And everything's heat.
When everything's right,
And everything's not.
When you're the best,
Or you're not.
When you need me,
And when you not.
I'm gonna be there...
No matter what.
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