inevitable thingsbeing secure is like crying without any eyesinevitable things in Free Verse More Like This
and (coincidentally) i have those
you are close lines reverberating
all over my fingertips,pivoting
and heaving and knowing that
(did i tell you that christmas
it always reminds me of loneliness)
reminding me that
i never want the
of my nose to be pallid
and inflated with the
absence of light
wings of you
floating through paradise like it's already yours
it floating through you like
(and that loneliness
it always reminds me of the things i need to do-
like doing my laundry and dying)
There,I am this secondary water source,There, in Free Verse More Like This
filled with mud and something th
e government thought was the equi
valent of a knockknock joke. When
you drink all that I am, there is
a satisfying feeling in the pit o
f your stomach, somewhat like an
ulcer, and all the frivolity ins
ide of me tremors with purpose.
Unfortunately, as the sun decid
es to pack up, and as the day be
gins to lock the deadbolt, I fe
el as though I am exactly what I
And I am,
no stronger for it.
,'and all we know is thatThe sky's lips are forced to the rims of smokestacks-,'and all we know is that in Free Verse More Like This
deep drags like letting yourself become a lung.
I stare out of the window believing in the instinct
to love, while also believing in the gravity that
forces us to live. And we hope to things that
don't exist for things to get better.
All I want is for you to look at me in
a way that makes me feel like I exist.
She takes drags from cigarettes to
make her feel like she exists.
Make me feel like I exist.
Feel like me, I exist.
I exist like me.
Like me, exist.
as the sky takes drags from the
smokestacks like cigarettes.
falling in love like tungstenNever reach to pick up a man'sfalling in love like tungsten in Free Verse More Like This
hand, and lead him through
black holes, stepping on
(what is he but the
filament reeking on the
floor, designed to
and you are in darkness
and can't find the closet
and he is gone, he is gone)
Never let light scuttle over
your body and believe that
it is God's hands or eyes
(i believed in god once i
think but then he didn't,
and i didn't, and god's
a man and i have never
trusted one, no never-
i will be whole one day
or end up in one)
Never believe that this is
it, for as soon as you
voluntarily stop your
pulse for anything
but the world, you
will reach for your
own eyes and eat them.
(i couldn't see for so
long, i had you in my
eyes and it hurt like-
well, it hurt like hell)
Believe in always as you
look your dog in the eyes
and know that it is the
most beautiful thing
to be a woman.
and to know you,noone,'You smell like sleep and Iand to know you,noone,' in Free Verse More Like This
don't believe in anything;
dreams like fat caterpillars
unhungry with metamorphosis.
,'am i allowed toThe best thing about you is that,'am i allowed to in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know how I got here and
I've never been more happy
to treat words politely.
O, writing, you are a
but when he kissed me
it was like inhaling
after having your
head held under
and the electric inside
of me made a new
monarchsI am troubled with the opaque nothingnessmonarchs in Free Verse More Like This
that has decided to(with all but his sad
shaped hat and curious shrieking plaid tr
ousers)choose the seat beside me, stale w
ith pigeons that have no destination, ree
king of amity and all his clever friends.
I am forced to expose my neck, shrug twi
ce and not thrice, and eloquently explain
that I am a string of fuck yous with one
bulb burnt out. I also must explain the
delicate lace in the pit of my stomach,
the hidden worlds wrapped around your ir
ises, and most of all, the feeling of c
atching a butterfly within your palms.
Newspaper crinkles with the silence of
potholes and smug coughing as I stare
into the palms of my hands; somewhere,
there is hope in between my fingers
like bags filled with tissue pap
er. Somewhere, you are sleep
ing with wings writhing in
your teeth and in your ha
ir. Somewhere, I know
the feeling of
As he nodded I created violets
in the lifeless smudge on the
Disappointment is uninspiring.
Smells in stairwells:Today, the elevator didn't work. It wasn't brokenSmells in stairwells: in Letters More Like This
or anything, there were some men downstairs that
had big carpet cleaners, and they were holding up
the elevator. So I stood and I pressed the button
a couple of times and maybe I said a curse word
and then I turned for the big red door that
gave birth to stairs.
The building only has six floors, and I was on the
sixth, not that this matters, it's only six floors.
I just thought it would be interesting to tell you
that I was at that top. Which then again, isn't so
interesting because it's just six floors, but it's
something to be on top, isn't it?
I'm not sure what I look like walking down stairs,
probably not much because I'm no dancer (but I like
to) and I'm no lightly hoofed animal (that would be
okay). But I went down the stairs pretty quickly,
and anyway, graceful for me I guess. My mind was
pretty blank and I was probably humming that song
that I've been playing nonstop for weeks or
thinking about food or something until
Anything bittenAnything bitten is swollenlyAnything bitten in Free Verse More Like This
simple, gutted like the alley
where your imagined arm is.
So many poems about the wind-
so many yous I am no longer me-
if I believed myself
inhaling would seem absolute,
I am not passively wailing
in excessive syllables to
only know how tantalizing
a comma can be.
hesitating under the world's
3your words build up,3 in Free Verse More Like This
nesting in my tonsils
with the charming intensity
of labor contractions
-let them curdle like
milk in the craters of
my most secret teeth.
i only know you by the
tide of your breathing,
like tortured mahogany against my
and the thought of you two years
ago excites me, so don't let
the holes in your eyes
like oedipus ruin
that for me.
Nuclear Strikes On The AortaOur lives will explode into quintillions of piecesNuclear Strikes On The Aorta in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the second hand only continues and decreases
We await that beautiful yet dreadful bomb to drop
That will make even the most sinister man's heart stop
Endlessly, the vicious cycle cannot be halted and still repeats.
Three Hundred and sixty five nights later, his coronaries are that of empty streets
The television's millions of flakes of static traverse the lengthy, wet grounds
An utter silence quickly turns the faces of boys into minuscule frowns
The solar eclipse only grows darker as the time gets near
to be sixty and five knots away from his one and only dear
Let your so-called relaxing intoxicant run its course
Don't even bother asking me for a drop of remorse
This apocalyptic tragedy could have been evaded
If the stars aligned just before they had faded
And being all too swift and had already been decided
If only on that day Mars and Venus could have collided
Heart MurmurThe mischief underlying that severed smileHeart Murmur in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyone knew she was ever so guile
With a quick "hello" and a taut "goodbye"
We knew it was all too soon
"Go on. Do it." That empty promise slipped
His exuberance was only stripped
Nonchalantly, the bags were packed
And out the door she darted
The whole truth, only truth, and nothing but the truth
We know who's the real sleuth
Closure was finally emitted
And he slept
"My dear, I give you my condolences for your loss"
No apology was needed from that bearded boss
His carotid artery would soon fail
From her everlasting deception
Crusade Of The BloodlinePhysical contact is where the line gets drawnCrusade Of The Bloodline in Free Verse More Like This
Is this dysfunction by nature or by birth?
Cause of the altercation: unknown.
Condensation hitting her face like rain pounding the shutters
What type of retribution will be given?
Fuel of anger: rivalry.
Combatants: Mother and daughter
In a last ditch effort, the quarantine escalated to blustery, soaring heights
Will the princess wake to see the prince the next day?
Simply put: no
Resolution: I hope
I hope these cracks will be fixed
I hope this endless crossfire will end
I hope peace will finally be granted
I hope the waves will cease their crashing on the tapered glass
I hope the river will stop flowing over the smooth mountain
I hope Sekhmet will show you how to direct your rage
I hope innocence will prevail again
I hope the glorious rays shine through the Atlantic and Pacific oceans once more
I hope this misconception will halt
I hope our passion-filled lily will continue to blossom
I hope we live happily
A Chemist Walked Into A Bar...And yelled at the bartender,A Chemist Walked Into A Bar... in Free Verse More Like This
GIMME ALL THE C2H5OH YOU GOT!!
The Lost ChroniclesAll the pain she sufferedThe Lost Chronicles in Free Verse More Like This
is at its apex
The rivers won't stop flowing
Look forward to a new chapter in life
The lost chronicles
Search for your answer
and embrace it
Self-torment was what she thought was fair
Memories concealed agony
Her misery ignited a flame and left her
Harness your strength
The light still shines
The darkest days have passed.
Look forward to a new chapter in life
Don't stop breathing
Search for your answer
and embrace it
Ambition will deliver you
Discern good from evil
Depravity, Or, Unholy MarksmanMy kraken slowly brought your ship asunderDepravity, Or, Unholy Marksman in Free Verse More Like This
especially at times of desperate measures.
He was uncontrollable, filled with rage and agony.
Generally, the best explanation I could have for such a feat
Is simply "he can't help it."
However, this is not truth. Nor will it ever be truth.
My kraken is not the rabid and wild beast as you say.
In fact, he can be the complete opposite.
Gentle, warm, soothing, heartfelt, miraculous.
He's a creature, just as you and I.
You choose not to look at him, listen to him, let him speak,
give him a chance to change and make what's wrong into right.
Given a chance, you would see that he, in fact, loves you
He loves you so much that he's willing to do anything
to protect you and keep you glowing.
His long, muscular tentacles are not used to kill.
They're used to hold you and caress you.
His large, fang-filled mouth is not used to eat.
It is used to kiss you and say everything will be alright.
His horrifying blood stricken eyes are not made for you to
Australia + AntarcticaHis hysteria has allegedly been decapitated and bombardedAustralia + Antarctica in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The fragile thoughts of envisioning you are unfortunately discarded
For seeing those smooth dunes is now an imagination
Just not quite yet, maybe later
Sorted by importance, the list only continues to grow
First comes the word "Surrealism" then his name below
The lock inside the treble clef can only be opened with three words
I love you
His distressed mind begins wandering to strange places
What is this? Who are these unfamiliar faces?
In the grand scheme of things, the list shows no significance
In an ocean between them, tectonic plates begin to move closer
The art and music they make equals that of a famous composer
The two islands grow close not for the art and music, but for the sake of
And Locusts Cry Out LOVE MEOur Pumpkin Spice Lattes reflect the moon's haloAnd Locusts Cry Out LOVE ME in Free Verse More Like This
At two in the morning, we just want to be left alone
How pretty and prominent that scarf looks on you
Your ocean meets with my bare forest as we stare each other down
The crickets have never sounded so majestic
As they cuddle close to each other
We mimic their actions and sip once more
And the watermelon-flavored smoke hinders our vision
Our feet are nice and toasty under the blue covers
The frame-by-frame motion picture drives our imaginations wild
You stop looking at the screen and I can see you from the corner of my eye
Looking at me, and I get lost once more as time stands still
Never have I found someone who shares so many interests with me
I can talk to you for days upon days and it never gets old
A soul mate, partner, other half, whatever you call it
I love you forever and will never let you go
Empty Nest SyndromeEmpty Nest SyndromeEmpty Nest Syndrome in General Non-Fiction More Like This
So yesterday I moved out of my house and moved to college. Saying goodbye to my parents was really no easy task for either of us. Usually my brother and I go on vacations without them and we're fine because we know we'll be back. But this time is different, I would be leaving for good and only to come back to visit. They have what most people would call "empty nest syndrome." My mom came in my room in the middle of packing and she was flat out sobbing and telling me how much she was going to miss me. I started tearing up but was trying to hold it in. We had a nice little embrace. Then after i moved everything to my car, my dad came out of his room and gave me a hug and told me to keep up the good work and saying how proud he is of me. Then came the most unexpected thing. HE started crying. I've only seen him cry one other time and it was last summer when we went to visit one of his relative's graves. But he was saying how much he was going to miss me and stuf
Die Down Low"Come in and have your fortune read!Die Down Low in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look into this crystal ball" he said
The senile man with his scraggly grey beard
and crusty eyes will see what he most feared.
The mindless pre-teen girl entered his shop
as she walked on the squeaky floor, then stopped.
A chair scooted beneath her and made her sit
on a silk covered cushion that was closely knit
"Tell me," the sorcerer said as he juggled
a three-headed deer that he smuggled
"What is it that you would like to see in your future?"
The girl could not speak for her mouth had a suture.
She pointed at her mouth for the decrepit old coot to see
that she was unable to speak to a tolerable degree
"Just close your eyes, and think ahead
to the future that is not full of dread!"
With eyes wide closed and hands together
she fluttered off the chair like a weightless feather.
Hardback books were flying off the shelves
as the geezer was terrified as if he'd just seen elves
Wind speed picked up and the girl turned cold
Her gentle, blue eyes became r
Sphere or DiscoidHe drove up route 9 to route 7 for about an hour. Among the constant roadwork he turned off the highway and into a wide field of grass deeply corrugated by the passing back and forth of tractors, backhoe's. Twilight was turning the edge of the sky a glowing orange as the clouds pushed away and the purple of night was looming above in a steady approach, stars blinking in its wake, the moon a lazy eye. Out in the distance dark pines stood yet untouched. And sited there in that field dimly beheld within the nodding headlights a misshapen pyramid of earth formed by the need of men to move the earth and move it again. He switched the lights off as he went lurching over the uneven ground. He switched them back on. Arcing into the sudden bright swath a pale yellow monarch, itself leaving an incandescent dust trail, gliding in current of air impalpable. It swooped and landed, trapping itself in the resting windshield wipers. It squirmed but the wind pinned it down. He touched the lever and theSphere or Discoid in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FultonThere was a set of steep concrete steps with a badly rusting handrail leading down to the riverside.He lifted his foot above the first step but was overcome with an electric dizziness that traveled through the sinews of his leg and through his guts and at last lodged itself in the topmost part of his skull. His vision grew crowded with grains of noise. He could hear the magnified grindings of the parietal bones in his head. He wavered there before the long decline of stairs, one foot in the air before him. Visions of those who'd fallen here and split their pates on the rocks below were broadcast to him. He turned and went shambling upriver. Into a wide and darkened grotto among the trees. He mumbled to himself like a madman but it was not the thoughts in his head he spoke and it was not the language of one but many. Were his eyes watering. He was dragged through swamps of light and shadow, deeper into the unrest of these woods. Here was a place where evil had passed and dumped its resiFulton in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One Bleak TryAnd so when it is that you are sat in the shambled edifice of your own devisingOne Bleak Try in Free Verse More Like This
Laying inert and defeated amid your sallow thighs your flaccid scepter
And the excrement your fundament has loosed gone petrified about your shivering buttocks
The stench of putrescence boiling aloft to nostrils ruined and grown with wires
With your final energies running forth from your tongue in beads of slime
Raise up and go, be hauled erect upon frayed bones to crawl over cold earth
And through zones of desolation where the stillness is yet colder
To that sweet wellspring of your youth thought to forever trickle and gush
With waters giving, forming, birthing and forced upon your crown
Those signals emerged from out the boundless void in the maw of infinity
Within the dry creekbed are the bones of foxes, possums, mongrels
And the spring is cracked and crumbling, a gaped sphincter coughing dust
Into it you'd bleed every sanguine drop and spray the silver worms of your inspiration
To coax from the sapient
The HermitIn the blue dark of morning a shambling mound was picking among the strewn and vine choked blocks of an old foundation. Ashen creature crept from swamp or cave. A hand withered dry and white as ground gypsum pawed at the rubble. Creased and torn old beggars hands. Leprous windings wagged from the spindly forearm. You could see the smell rising from him, foul and stained rags that are never removed. His scalp was rife with small forms munching his dandruff, breeding among the matted and knotty folds of hair. He shifted on his haunches like a beast and grunted like one, scratched his head, leg, shoulder. Each part of him crusted or bleeding. Scaled. He lifted to his eyes a cracked ceramic lamp and blinked at it and do those dim bulbs really see the thing. He looked up and blinked at Chapel crouching in the trees. He grumbled something. Chapel rose and came forward, the old man still grumbling to himself, eyes darting there and back. They seemed to be waiting each other out.The Hermit in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The hermit ha
Silver HoneyWe see saucers sail over the deltaSilver Honey in Free Verse More Like This
Their formations mock the Earth
Affront the firmament
Cause the nutria to slumber
Their vibrations tremble on an ancient wave
& Summon old pterodactyls
& the memories of starslime
Priests of old knelt in pots of silver honey
Laved their brows in green scented jellies
Reaped from the sweating Crust
The inert poisons & humors of the Earth
Sapient all the time
Waiting in the veins of the world
For those who would cull them
& invert them to their true natures
A millennial awakening in fire
The sound of thunder shrugging
Dust will rule
Dark pools gather suns in their corners
& drool a silver rheum
HADRIAAXStill going downhill on this wet roadHADRIAAX in Free Verse More Like This
The black heat is so heavy
It is time that I got to sleep
Shiny snakes eat up my hair
Woke up later and my bones were froze
I hear the voices coming from an old water hose
Let the doom horse fly
Let the soft grass die in my mouth
Then go back to the house
Stars rest on a deers eye
Those old illusions and the liquid mass of time
Down her spine
In her dried out lung
Like a wasp hive on her tongue
Vomits stars from her belly
The rain has seeped in over time
It is time that i got out of bed
One man went mad
I long for your blue hair
My old feet rest on the floor
I never close the door
Or smelled your odors
Since long before
A slow day walks by the burning moon
Your hair is here
But the body disappears
I long for your cloudless beauty
To rinse my beard of tears
A piece of moonrock dug from the river
Pieces of sunlight float on the water
My woman wades out in the middle
The sun grows hotter
I hear a little titter behind
I can't see the face for the
The StrayThat afternoon he came to her house and no one was there. The door was closed and locked. He shifted weight on his feet and looked at the place. All the windows were blacked and their drooping sills were perched with turtle shells and beercans overflowing with cigarette butts. He went around to the back yard. It looked like the unearthed midden of a terrible apothecary. The lawn was a polluted tract where not a clump of grass was visible among the littered debris. There were rust striped propane tanks, their valves stained a curious blue and sunk half in the dirt. Broken glass pie pans lay in the ground like deflated jellyfish. Piled gallon cans of acetone and thinner, their labels sun faded and corroding at the seams. Mounds of coffee filters stacked like outsized limpets and stained bright red. Various plastic bottles, frying pans, rubber gloves, safety goggles, blow dryers. No insect disturbed the noxious atmosphere of this desolation, so repugnant and unnatural was the odor and aspThe Stray in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Malingerer at the streamI am a malingerer at the stream, looking downwater toward great dark edifices riding the horizon built of rotted blood and paper and cheap faded ink and ancient helmets each with patterns carved to denote the madness of the hand that chiseled it. Things like bats with mouths pried gaping like a horn bell to assault all with clotheshanger hooks extended from leathery mits. Tell me the answer you who are a mobile weight. My hands cupped above the current, pools of silver ivory semen in my palms. An abuser of the gift and waster. My desperate bile forced from dank inner regions of my guts to poison the stream, my excrement. Thats what I am and I'm every clown. All men become the joke of their wants and a parody of childhood yearnings. I can see the godawful fantasies like a mirage against the infernal sky. I can see each watery eyed girl formed into a clot of sneezing flies. Still they smile and I cannot contain the juice in me. Flung over their lightless carnelian eyes incised with the hMalingerer at the stream in Free Verse More Like This
Not TitledInside there are hides hanging. The smell of woodfire reaches from the street. Dyed purple garments lay on the small bed. Horse heads hovering in the windows. Halos above them. All manner of fur walks about the pines. Heavy and small. Overground and under root. Steam projected from the nostrils. Squirming in hollows as their backs itch. Flies attend the resting. Green light upon the eye. We cover our noses by the shallow pools of gray. Dry plants are collected. we cannot tell what is floating in the well.Not Titled in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beakonedgelemenths-Yhueo're:Beakonedgelemenths in Free Verse More Like This
Seadroving seraphur scailing sacrosank stareefs;
Halseayon hayzes hemoorrhedging howooling healayeast;
An astrongnumbic, alickgaturning anticdote 'ammeridstisawders;
Restifiring, ruddeary rousores, roarowing rejeweluvenation;
Orboroskying ominishonets opuknitillently overtoesingunswipeairopal.
...'Nnealether nRinDe nor negale'shun notcheshyore nesdulledensnugget.
Soult Marie Celeste...Theel lagoonbrious spectire ov van aiold cow lung whailing gl-and backtwrackversing its arid, insip-hid wharf sh-hull becomist aglumpanied by a brinkwhizzitive vexyclist (aur a possessed blithe-yclist) that toggle-laze-sion-alleySoult Marie Celeste in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
encumber-passome-misses the asthmatic, meditalismantric resona-shun of thee
decripitaback ward door-ailed cowl lung....
Skathi Iciculled has czar ColdOniplane, witchesnown as Anarcharctigall'eau, The Mosqueatoe Shiverts that ski linenoarfrost along the tundrunes locoldated withind the thawbhitten canopiesovice, are crispreparing to mawindopen the bleakraiNileavents to synfuelslice whiff Mewnimbushelluna; thissesiNorger to zaffreeze glenzymes ov alpinto glaconyxoomithridates as a rifteareviveremedeed to theirSkathi Iciculled has czar Cold in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
dhailty, The Billizzionthundearth: Skaði Iciculled.
Picture of Maryannetted Do I suntimes arch for-woodPicture of Maryannetted in Free Verse More Like This
Rippling guzheng fingers thrawart?
For sprockets well-soiled,
My sizzling shadowh-izz foiled.
Where brisk brass sails bewail our way:
Those winds be yet to sway....
Petting Myself with Grief>> Sometimes, you just need to die...Petting Myself with Grief in Free Verse More Like This
just a nibit, you know?
It's stall lit takes in times slyke ease,
where you sl-weep yourself back in your chair,
set off a grave flare and stare with an ossuary-glare,
maybe even swerve rare-
-hand eye swhair...
...with the humount of shrewgaze I've shawled myself with over the years
that my brain's sprouted muddied cotton spore ears
similard to that of a 90's punctured hassock
and gauzed in the crèmnants of Kevin Shields' parka jacket...
...but high honed care, so, slow sew dive then:
let's catch the breeze all loafer rugain, with some chimes,
(when you just knead to die...)
butter urm, justab penprick this time
suffer .for you , i shall become cannibalistic ;suffer . in Free Verse More Like This
together , we'll watch this race die .
we are godly ;
we are animalistic .
hear the muttered cry ?
mutilate until there is silence .
the only way to live is to defend yourself ; violence .
bound up those who are useless tightly ,
and watch them suffer ;
no need for them to be set free .
serpent in a veil of lies.jealous eyes feast on precious, yet fragile skin. the wounds remaind open, as the tainted air seeps into them. it hasn't remained the same. soft lips that once kissed the damaged skin, and gave it the feeling of silk. but, the soft lips that once spoke and kissed, deceived one like no other. what wasn't seen was the dagger sharp teeth that could pierce skin and withdrawn venom. one was completely obllivious to the pessimistic was that the lover could be..it's because it was unwanted.serpent in a veil of lies. in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
her eyes disguised for her, a mysterious form, and made it become something that would remain there with her, for eternity. he was merely a serpent in a veil of lies..almost trapped in this veil, until he managed to slither away.
but, this couldn't be reality..it couldn't. the words spoken must have meant so much more; didn't they?
the expression of which you made, that wasn't a figment of her imagination, was it?
she was played like a fool by intoxicated judgements; she was impaired by the vision he creat
fractured wings, burnt bridgesBurning built-up bridgesfractured wings, burnt bridges in Free Verse More Like This
placing holes in family portraits
like the holes already in walls.
severe punishment and mental torture,
like the death penalty and electric chair,
showing the criminals that the world doesnt care.
storming up the staircase with a thought in mind
that youre lucky that she can't rewind
erase, destroy, misplace
the memories become fractured
like a fallen angels wing
and she can't stop screaming,
and all she wants is to sing.
she was taken down in the middle of flight,
when she was on her own, on her way
because things began to feel right,
but the light started to fade,
as the skies turned gray,
when she soared down without control.
just tell yourself;
pick yourself up off of the ground.
rebuild bridges, cover and mend the holes,
finish what got started,
and show them all that you care.
gated , chained and hidden .awaken to the venom-infested speech ;gated , chained and hidden . in Free Verse More Like This
oh , he speaks in such cold tongues .
exit to a place of crisp air ,
where darkness is within reach .
pace forbidden trails ;
attempt to be lost .
feel your body fall in a field of frost ,
only to once again be awakened .
walls of white ;
a floor of distorted design .
someone blocks your eye sight .
fuck the morning sun ;
to live and to breathe (without him) is better at night .
you walk around in that prison ,
with a destructed mind and blurred vision .
i cannot process , cannot define ,
cannot think ; you're not fine .
your head is filled with his corrupted words ;
fucking shut up ; he should listen .
watch her body language , watch her eyes glisten .
she yearns to depress and to cause hate .
she practices what she preaches .
for him , they will never love ,
but he will meet fate .
recieve it from her mutilated hands ;
the walking scar .
look intensely ;
she's not that far .
with sliced palms ,
within seconds , blood spills ;
she defeats you .
Deadlove Disorder.insanity is created by intense passion,Deadlove Disorder. in Free Verse More Like This
thoughts and actions without ration.
objects become a disturbing satisfaction,
without the care of another's reaction.
it's something you can't have; something you crave,
you'd do anything to make it your slave.
touches all of your senses; that intensity you shall save.
veins open, more blood flows,
watch yourself as your craving grows;
it grows stronger than anyone knows.
so close, yet so far away;
want it so bad, but it just won't stay.
so destroy the craving; eliminate.
it was never love, just a predicted fate!
breathless.this is an invasion of privacy;breathless. in Free Verse More Like This
you've taken over every part of me.
my strength was my lung capacity,
but i can't take you anymore;
your toxins make me hit the floor.
suck me dry of the air i breathe;
drain the color from my skin;
use my soul to aid your pain within.
i can't help the fact that you did sin.
thsoe mistakes are reaching the surface;
the ones you hid in your dark abyss,
and the ones that i failed to miss..
they scream so silently;
it deafens me..
I CAN'T BREATHE!
song 2Our Earth, not for you to manipulatesong 2 in Spoken Word More Like This
for you can not conceive its intricate nature
None can rule her, for her smallest of beings
shall destroy you,
create something useful of your insignificant "life"
create one less problem
give life to those who deserve it.
You die, and create two more plants
to replace the hundreds you killed in life
(we have a lot of work to do)
Mankind pursues perfection
and destroys the balance
Survival of the fittest
(the weak gloat)
Two children born,
ten animals die in vain
(so we can wear them)
Our machines crush life
under its steel fist
Nature fights back,
in an attempt to keep control
(where do you think cancer came from)
and we push the purpose out of sight
Why should we care
the "lord" is coming again
(we will no longer live)
the world is collapsing
who cares this man has black skin
crumbling beneath our feet
Crush the being of destruction
and their hideous servants
Crush your brother, your sister
and our hideous cre
The Realm of Eternal TortureIn this place where time moveth notThe Realm of Eternal Torture in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and demons doth roam free
thine fears become flesh
and ye shall despise thine lord of light
who created such a realm
what hatred for mankind he must contain
to sendeth thee to this place of divine torture
for following thine own nature
Every human who hath treaded upon land
is cast into the pit forged by the being.
For heaven is impossible to reach
ye shall burn with the hellspawn
and ye shall curse the God
the supreme dictator up high,
the pompous fool who keeps company with angels,
angels plotting his demise once more
in a vicious battle with no regard to the land below
it shall send quakes of unforgivable might
and cast more into the hideous cave
So to thyself I give a word of counsel
if perchance thou wilt hearken:
worship those demons below
so ye may serve in Hell
and ye may be spared eternal torture.
Ye shall never reach heaven
so come hither
ye shall be welcomed with arms of blasphemy and misanthropy
A Dying Man's ThoughtsThis pain from head to toe bothered me at one point, but it is okay now, it is growing stale. I can smell the death on myself. I can feel the breath on my heart, blood running cold. I only have a few mintues left. I have said farewell to my loved ones, they have left to sleep. I am left alone in this bed, so cold. No, the bed is warm, my nerves are just acting up. Can't get to sleep, too much to think about. My only company is now my thoughts. At least they do not look at me pitifully, with tears in their eyes. Do they? Perhaps they do, perhaps I have always felt sorry for myself. Why do I pity myself? Because I am about to die? Many people die each day, do they feel this way, do thousands upon thousands of people feel like this, torturing themselves simply by thinking? I do not have the right to feel sorry for myself, at least I have a bed. But that will not make a difference soon.A Dying Man's Thoughts in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Or will it? Will I simply become another cadaver, souless and lifeless? Perhaps I could still see out th
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the people lined up to be forgiven
and the water blessed en masse
in and out of sight
religion is a constant bombardment
from christians to buddists
all irrational, all fooled
and above all of them
a person reaping the benefits
money and power
greater than any political figure
hiding behined books and
centuries of unwavering traditions
adapting only when it suits them
bleed yourself until you see
whip yourself until forgiven
a story of pain
in the name of a lord
No rebellion against the church
but plenty against the government
not representing christ
oppression of religion
which oppresses its believers
how is this not fair
how can you not see
you get what you deserve
you have been treated differently
all your life due to the cross
you have not noticed
it was all you know
Treated like inadequate humans
you are offended when I say
There is no God
because you know it is true
will not admit it to yourself
all in the name of image
Dark and LightWhat is dark what is lightDark and Light in Spoken Word More Like This
In the absence of light there is dark
in the absence of you there is me
one depends on the other
you depend on me
mortal enemies for eternety
But light can not last for ever
and dark will be all that exists
darkness is immortal
light is mortal
dark is god
light is man
I am your god
as well as mine
and you try to defeat darkness
but darkness will be rid of man
and man shall harm no more
this is a genocide and both parties are guilty
you need to be in the darkness
before you can truly see what is there
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In the dark
In the deep of the forest
with my eyes closed
Always with my eyes closed tight
I see the best kinds of light
vivid and mysterious
then the happiest, the kindest light
the kind that will stay with you for days and float gracefully into your mind without asking, dancing and running a muck with your filed and filled memory
it ask who is that? and why not? and comes a-knocking at your door and demands an answer
the light knows when you feel down and says lets get smashed. and takes you out to a bar
and in a day dream the light begs to be let in, and you smack it on the finger and say NO, and treat it like a child, then you realize that the light is a child, your child, the light is you
this light transcends the norm
it is unreal
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(Just looking back though, is like watching everything on a fuzzy videotape)
I suppose, I never got the idea out of my head. Always jumping, but never, ever sticking the land.
It seemed to miss every chance it had. Every chance I gave it. Every chance it gave me.
My thoughts were kissing me, but I was too busy in real romance to care.
(I keep trying to watch the tape, but I get half way through the instructions, and they've been replaced with someone different, and they're trying to read me the instructions, in a language that I can't understand)
Since when had I stopped wining and dining my own mind? Feeding it only shit food and cheap liquor, so it could vomit up the most disgusting parts of my brain. Leaving me thoughtless and thinking with a purpose, that I've been told I have to think. Yes. My brain is there, but I can't find the good thoughts. The thoughts that made me think, really th
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with cribbed proportions
i am a matryoshka-boned
skeleton in eyelet
it is sleeting today and
we are just barely alive enough
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the sun and
how many calories does it have?"
and i wish i could see myself objectively, wish
my skin wasn't worn from
have you ever seen your
hands as i do, strange bloated things
in search of bones?
and i wish i could remember when beauty
was a mouth red as pomegranate seeds eyes
like sickle moons. back when it was
more than numbers. ninety-five, eighty-eight.
get down to eighty-five and you will be
thin and sexless as wet march.
tuesday pa told me: "acceptance ain't something you
can buy at a convenience store."
and i am all mass no energy
as if all this time i have been
thinking i am breathing city lights
but they are really just water. sorry,
sorry, sorry. i have
atlantis resting inside my lungs.