This Magic, This Act.
Your Hollywood makeover self indulgent lectures
cause watery rims,
and thudding temples
You asked me if I understood
and I nodded twice,
and once no
You looked past my contradictions,
never explaining the lastest catch phrase
Your words aren't the bait,
they're the trigger
and your audiences are blind folded
in blood red chairs
You hide your sins so well,
I almost thought you an angel
But I peeked
Does it kill you to know I never enjoyed your overdone acting?
I never believed you,
but you believed me
All the tricks you've pulled,
like yarn weaving around you
in a small room,
has trapped you in the middle
of the other side
How's it feel sitting in that chair
without use of your eyes?
The stage smells like rust and bleach
and the seat covers rip and wear
A simple whisper is caught on your
tuned in ears
"Are you watching closely?"
Fiction Shelved True Stories.The air was fresh,Fiction Shelved True Stories.7 years ago in Other More Like This
the leaves were crisp,
you wore your newsboy cap,
and I wore those leggings that we ripped that night by the lake
the benches were full,
but we didn't care,
we found our place amongst the blades of grass and the critters between them
you spoke with your smile,
and mine answered
eyes melted into eyes
lips matched lips
hands found one another
while we shared that crucial point in time,
I noticed an old couple sitting by the fountain;
he was holding her,
and she was smiling like she held the secret to the meaning of life
you glanced their way,
and your arms found their way around my waist,
and then I realized that I already held the secret,
or it held me
So I pointed their way and stated,
"I want that to be us in 60 years."
You smiled crookedly and whispered,
"Why not today?"
and that was the moment I decided that you were it
because even though they said we were too young to know,
too naive to understand;
we did know
we did understand,
and we were in love,
cure.i. she is the sand between your fingers, telling youcure.7 years ago in Other More Like This
to let go because sometimes
it's better to be totally broken than a whole missing that fragment of sand
slipping between gaps in finger-laces and you just don't have a tight enough grip for her.
ii. she is the sewer top after a rainstorm, telling you
that seashells never worked
and all she'll ever be is an ocean-soundwaves poser but sometimes
lies are prettier than the reality and you said relationships are based around honesty,
so maybe you don't know enough about fantasy for her.
iii. she is the star farthest from the earth, telling you
to never hold on to distant things because sometimes
they can be the brightest and still get lost in the sun-daze and moon-glow
and they'd just rather no one gave them love and took it away and you just don't have enough love to give to the brightest.
iv. she is the quicksand beneath your mismatch-laced shoes, telling you
that even if you're stuck, everything will have an end
and all she'll ever be
LoveloveLove8 years ago in Other More Like This
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
jigsaw.i'm not sojigsaw.7 years ago in Other More Like This
every time you make me smile
an abortion clinic
or something else just as
because i think you're the most
piece of work i've had the pleasure
of experiencing while
you're putting yourself back together
take the last
lopsided square of your puzzle
and hide it underneath the cushions
just so you would never be finished
or anything relatively
just so i would know why
and just because i could
and just because i find you
so much more
when you're not quite
you closed off in glass jars
underneath my arm
so i can walk you
show you off
to any girl that comes along
You.I liked you because youYou.7 years ago in Other More Like This
reminded me that my heart still
worked and that I was still
capable of feeling things.
I liked you because you
took away the numb feeling
that he had left my heart
with and you made me feel
happiness and dismay and heartbreak
but it was okay because I knew
I could still feel things.
I liked you because you
told me secrets about my
past and my future
that I didn't know did or could
happen and it gave me
I liked you because you
took the time to explain to me
who I am no matter how long
it took, but you could never
explain who you were and I
think that's where we went wrong.
You told me you loved me and despite
how much I wanted to say it back,
you knew me too well and I could not
lie, but I didn't know who
so how could I love you? I liked you
for the things you told me or reminded
me, but it was never about
Worlds Away, But Still Here.I'm a racist in a rainbow suit,Worlds Away, But Still Here.7 years ago in Other More Like This
with one eye slanted,
the other straight as
the hair that hangs down to
my broken shoulder blades
as I sway to the music in my head
I'll tell you the truth,
I had a dream once,
I had a future coming on,
I had beliefs once
But then I grew up.
I'm a follower leading blind sheep,
with one hand on the bible,
the other turned up,
one lone finger in the sky
that hangs over us all,
but it divides as we fall,
and we're signing peace treaties
as we head for more bombs
I'll tell you the truth,
I had a dream once,
I had a future that was bright,
I did believe once
But then I met the walls around me.
I'm a liar weaving truths that I'll feed you,
with both lips on the tip of my emotions,
we're singing praises to ourselves in the mirror,
behind our backs we're killing off morality
Why, yes.Steady beats of martyred love-lies-falling down on skid-scraped sidewalks rain-dripped with long lost, has-been joys killed over and over by their selfish words that strike selfless keys on tall pianos making sweet and sour, bright-streaked music whilst wandering aimlessly throughout the dark, life-evaded spaces in a street-whore's one-track mind that thinks thoughts of lust, greed, and intimacy until the back-break wonder of a stolen kiss takes tolls on the mental incoherency that was once whispered in shallow ears with deep-hearted thoughts and telling some revitalized reasons to a trolley-shop tramp that bathed his blood with gold-dusted rumors and spun intricate webs of persnickety, black-eyed drama to take a seriously misguided stab-in-the-dark at a goose-chased tale telling all of its slumbered down sugar-pies to smoke puffs of their last cigar andWhy, yes.7 years ago in Other More Like This
Manicured FingernailsSlumped across this jagged edgeManicured Fingernails7 years ago in Other More Like This
Flickers and resounds
Upturned humble skin
Chewing their manicured fingernails
Drift into this a puckering sleep
Drenched grey Collapse
Slumped across this jagged edge
Oenothera FruticosaTomorrow, in those fluorescent, kaleidoscopic baby-planetsOenothera Fruticosa7 years ago in Other More Like This
that we fondly refer to as memories...,
I'll take your hand, and lace your fingers [with mine.]
And we'll run in perfect circles
til the scarlet luminosity of a DYING vector
[is completely gone] in a fancy-drawn fit of [sexual apathy.]
When the crystal-clear skies suddenly CLOUD,
full of semi-precious thoughts c a r v e d i n s t o n e .
Marmalade Articulations in...Please. Don't finish that sentence...Marmalade Articulations in...7 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm imagining what it would be like,
to be the words hanging from your lips... ♥
cwDSKNKHJJU942He said,cwDSKNKHJJU9427 years ago in Other More Like This
"I'll let you be in my dream...
if I can be in yours."
You're in my bloody dream,
raping all that was once known
and replacing it with patient hope.
Patient hope in new snow,
bathed in blood and drizzled...
with that oh so grizzly feeling
of sickly-sweet surprise.
So, zip that howling screamer
and go... burn brighter...
...in the dark.
Humming Merry, Little Verses.Stretching out pale, corset-encrusted bodies,Humming Merry, Little Verses.7 years ago in Other More Like This
heaving upon waves of blue satin,
and raising butterfly-light above.
Blue bedroom eyes clouded with ice-cold lust,
Tiny diamonds beading and pouring
downward from your neck
Ardour blessed passion scratched deep
in the alabaster expanses.
that thin frame, writhing madly.
Matching the rhythm of the blasting stereo
beat for hot-blooded beat.
Lovely, crushed-rose dusted little babies on mine,
they're oh, so soft,
and taste oh, so sweet.
Long, slender fingers running races
through waves and strands of black silk.
Intertwining vines in and out together
traveling all over me
gripping my waist and holding me tight.
breathy whispers touch thy neck as
simple pledges from a lover-beau's lips.
Pale skin, so smooth and warm against my own.
deep in those two emerald dancers,
watching those lovelies steal
the blue-hazed light.
Remember Me In Iceland...Bitter-sweethearts played back in stereo,Remember Me In Iceland...7 years ago in Other More Like This
falling in and out of love at this loud volume.
to the heavy-metal thunder beat
sucked down through a curious girl's
of smoke and lightning grey.
They're clouding up her glass-light barrier,
pouring that 100-times-done-before melody
down and out on the street corner
begging for a proper penny,
six pence none the richer, at least.
Rocking crew-cut, platinum-plated love accords
through that mad hatter's tambourine.
A Distant Pleasure...Let the hormones rage as cotton thrashes and hearts beat fasterA Distant Pleasure...7 years ago in Other More Like This
till you cut the kite string on a liposuction dream that coded
on the operating table.
It disappears into Betty Davis eyes
and is shone back through
Blowfly.The flecks of green tourmalineBlowfly.7 years ago in Other More Like This
in your cherry moon eyes
shine so sparkly in your UV light.
Fuck you too.Drop dead, Gorgeous...Fuck you too.7 years ago in Other More Like This
That disappoints me... that I can STILL hear your voice
dripping off the light-bulb.
I swore ten times backwards that it was... choked off.
Sometimes, it's just... just.too.much.
One day, I'll pull the trigger,
and you can wash all the love I had once for you off the wall.
Or maybe I'll just hold you... in my hand
and drown you in my own personal ocean.
I don't know... I'm not a goddamn psychic.
Maybe you should just kill me,
pop me off one of these days.
Do us BOTH a favor...
Shaking Hands with Crickets... Pretty promises f a l l i n g . . .Shaking Hands with Crickets...7 years ago in Other More Like This
from a filthy, little mouth,
With e v e r y passing breadth,
a little bit lovely;
a little bit stranger;
a little bit deadly;
some guys just can't
A Travesty in C-MinorKaleidoscopic lilac hangs off your lipsA Travesty in C-Minor7 years ago in Other More Like This
as I breathe in all the conflict that pools there
in the shadows of your pretty, little mouth.
The cyanide in your supernova-eyes
has me suffocating for those panchromatic
optic-planets that shine through the lids.
Cheshire-grins form at the sides of your
mouth when it finds where your hands
were searching for and then they leave a trail
of breadcrumbs for your hands to find their way back.
My lower lip is cherry-blossom as it awaits
that quiet touch that it's become so very
hypersensitive to as it goes through stages of
analysis to keep those black secrets black
and the white surreptition a ghostly-pale white.
Champagne in Place of Suicide. Throw me s w e e t b r i a r lovelies,Champagne in Place of Suicide.7 years ago in Other More Like This
and gently lay me down to bed.
Rest your head u p o n my hand,
sip softly at my loving breath.
I'll give you ardour mirrors,
and my own c o m a t o s e love.
We're lost in the fever,
drowning in the smoke.
Taking a will-o'-the-wisp kiss,
and p l a y i n g the cord softly,
Two Bees Encased in Amber. Hm.Lace me up tight,Two Bees Encased in Amber. Hm.7 years ago in Other More Like This
and watch my lips change blue.
[First with your hands,
then with your mouth...]
My breaths come short, quick
whilst your hang heavy,
high on honey-bittered lust.
Lead me down where the wild roses grow,
and brush them upon my numb teeth.
Listen as they bring the colour back to my cheeks
only to run out so suddenly
in a high-volumed fit of ecstasy.
It's a price though,
that the come-down
7. ViralDimineața - tuse seacă, două lingurițe de ploaie.7. Viral6 years ago in Other More Like This
Prânz - ploaia ia formele palmelor ei.
Seara - plouă stângaci, dar plouă.
Lacrimile se amestecă azi cu ploaia,
Iar eu mă-ntreb cine se mai poate distra acum.
Acum când locurile perforate de tun
Se-acoperă cu ce-a rămas.
Flori albastre, albastre!!
Oamenii s-au pierdut,
Oamenii nu mai stiu, nu mai vor să se uite la ceas.
Vor sa străpungă blestemul
Iar bătranul cu părul sau alb țipă: "Am să-i las!".
Azi vom trage linie, iar ea se va face