Dignifying Our Destruction.We are alone now,
and we take a stand;
two feet shaking into one.
Our minds curdle,
what our eyes cannot perceive;
generating genotypes into our ghastly genome.
Everybody is obessed,
trying to recover exaggerated insercurities;
tie the knot, then slack the eye,
and achieve the useless lies.
There is no point in persecution,
we are self-absorbed diseases,
contaminating each other.
We've been wasting our time;
I did not need your answers,
and you didn't need mine.
XanthophobiaXanthophobia7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yellow; how absurdly foul.
The taste does not move me, nor will your promises. You attempt to place wool over my eyes, unaware of the pores. I read through your devious words. Your lips never speak fair, always trying to brainwash me into some form of deluded happiness. But what does happiness portray once it's been force?
Does love still exist if its been twisted?
You think you can close my eyes by caressing my eyelashes, but perspective does not come from the iris. Neither does sense. Logic originates from the mind.
Does a blind man not dechiper emotions?
By taking his sight, do you take his intelligence?
I thought not. So why do you
Meine Besessenheity = mx + c…Meine Besessenheit8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wonder, do you know how much you've hurt me?
m = 10 divided by 8.
If it weren't for you
Would I not know how to hate?
To hate, to hate, … to hate…
Ah yes, I still burn with a flame
When I see you walking by.
But now I want to hurt you and maim
Your beautiful face, as you lie
Weighed down by your ashen shroud –
Trying to say you prayers aloud –
But unable to move your slender jaws,
'Cos they've been crushed by the granite press on the floor.
Ah, darling, I wish you'd never left –
Especially after committing theft
And stealing my mortal heart.
But now I've made sure we can never part….
Smoke and ObcenityEyes in the darkness,Smoke and Obcenity8 years ago in Open More Like This
That clouds the mind.
Intuition and Instinct,
Chained down inside.
Smoke and Obscenity,
Science and Religion
The quest for knowledge
Has lost its means.
What isn't realized
Is its easy to see.
Life without meaning
Fate for the mass
Under the whips of a dictator
The same as the past.
The Storm Will Blow OverWhen you next lie in your room,The Storm Will Blow Over8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Abandoned to your state of doom
Let it go –
We’ve all been there before.
When you feel all alone,
When you’re far away from home.
Just close your eyes
And let it out –
But leave the knife alone.
Though it might take all you’ve got,
Smile, and don’t be what you’re not.
Just close your eyes,
And let the storm blow over.
Look out for yourself – don’t run for cover.
Have faith in yourself, dear friend,
We’ll all support you to the end.
Just turn away – the storm will blow over…
In the end.
Though you’re locked up by hate
A Lady's DanceA Lady's Dance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As my heart waits for a chance at love,
you take her hand and lead her away.
With a look into her adoring eyes
and through to her heart,
your simple choice harshly breaks mine...
I sit and watch the dance continue,
wondering why you didn't choose me.
I close my eyes and see me there...
With your hands around my waist,
your soft cheek against my own,
and your eyes sinking into my heart...
Your four feet dance as a single step,
as enchanted hearts interlace with
flaring skirts and shoes that still shine.
Her rosy red cheeks blush as
you tell her she looks beautiful.
I sit and watch the dance continue,
wondering why you didn't c
The offbeat Rhythm of my HeartWhisper your malicious teachings in the canal of my left ear.The offbeat Rhythm of my Heart7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
In my right; breathe monstrousity.
Stir. The blood inside my neck, rushing the pressure, filling my head with unspoken dreams.
And your eyes, your eyes paint a thousand pictures on my empty canvas.
Scratching the surface of this mistaken identity, I pray, that one day somebody will caress the sympathy i long for in my heart.
I beg, oh I beg, just to be able to breathe oxygen, alas this nitrogen chokes me.
It pulls on my heart strings until the threads tear and the flesh relaxes and collapses.
The blood soaks out of my skin until i know i am empty.
Empty of love, empty of ho