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Featured: The Devil Knows Your Desire
ManualThese words are designed to carry the operator
and as many passengers they wish to be carried.
Never exceed this capacity.
Some of these words are designed
for multipurpose use, not all.
If you can't tell the difference with certainty
don't follow them.
Pay attention to all unsafety messages,
they are not explained.
Not all words you will read here are based on science.
However science may be used to prove them.
These words are a challenge to master your life,
a challenge to adventure!
The reward s freedom.
There is no cage around you!
To enjoy the challenge as safely as possible
try to get more familiar with yourself.
When service it's required
remember that you cannot satisfy all of your needs
on your own.
Maintenance of your body it's important
as it is the carrier of your soul in this world,
but don't mistake luxury for maintenance.
Wrong handling of your flesh always result
in conflicts between body and soul.
There are no colour or other labels.
Find your limits step by step.
Chess MummyPinned me down, found me,
located the pillars to my world's gates,
you dominated my childhood,
you wrote it over with your story,
now I'll never be the same,
you made me love you,
and lust you through and through,
you gave it all making sure I knew all I was missing,
now forever achingly sick with it,
but I cherish your face,
here embalmed in all my disgrace,
the throne got tipped,
shift of willpower,
but I would never regret it, even a bit,
at least you know where to find me,
waiting as always here I'll be.
The Parallel Tell me all,
endless well washing despair away,
wipe the slate,
never too late,
in the nights demons rage,
They fall all over you like panting glass figurines,
much did spill,
laid it out on the wooden kitchen table,
said it all,
Always and from here,
a parallel watches over you,
embraces creeping dark,
keeps it at bay,
fends off the blood hounds on a trail,
using it's might to conquer the hungry burdens,
which lay in wait to dine on the carcass they will surely find,
wanting to mess with your mind,
until they have drained you till barely a whisper,
seeing self used as a worn trinket,
unable to see past a pretty face,
wanting to have the glow in their weak stead,
so they can be fed.
force of good and evil even and equal,
I breath out,
washing over you,
to wash their intentions away,
make them vanish again into a turmoil of their yesterdays,
oh the sweet daze,
Clickbait (Gone Wrong!)~ A PoemOkay guys time to tell you about that one time I...
This is clickbait.
Damnit I forgot. Okay never mind!
Instead of telling you that story,
Why don't I tell you 11 Ways to use clickbait properly?
Here we go:
1) If you think anyone cares about you and your stories,
2) Well think again, because they really don't,
3) So instead of wasting everyone's time and your reputation,
4) Tell a story that's worth telling.
5) Tell us a story about how the real summer essentials you need is your brain,
6) Tell us a story about how the real life hacks you need is your creativity.
7) If you're going to use clickbait then use it well,
8) Make the actual content better than your title...
9) Because if your using clickbait then chances are that your title isn't really that good.
10) And finally, At the end of your content put more faith into the world,
11) Don't take it away.
Ode to YouI've written my world dry,
with ink it's an eye for an eye.
Wondered the other day about some things,
then remembered it's a blur on the other side where you reside,
wasting thoughts on the graveyards of long past yesterdays,
strange to really know what I know,
the journey always ends up back there somewhere,
it couldn't just be about the now...no, that would seem normal somehow.
Odd to have such an absence of caring,
swore I caught you staring,
throw it away far from sight,
nothing here worth sharing.
Important Notice!~ A Free verse PoemI'll never be your text notification,
I'll never be your snapchat story,
I'll never be on your instagram,
I'll never be your important notice
I wish I could be the one you drew inspiration from on deviantART,
I wish I could be the one you write about on Twitter,
I wish I could be the one that you reblog about on Tumblr
But I know that it'll never happen
Because I'm the update that nobody wants,
I'm the game that nobody ever plays,
I'm the app that's never been touched,
And I'm the blog that's never been seen
I wanted to be your rose gold,
But I was your silver instead
The stories we tell, Change over time~ A PoemThe stories that we tell,
Always change over time,
The steps are always different,
For each ladder we climb
In 2011 I couldn’t even,
Spell my username right,
But if I were to talk about it with my friends,
My eyes would glitter so freaking bright
In 2012 I would,
I wanted to work for a future in which,
I had an audience that was here to stay
In 2013 my world,
Turned upside down,
I had posted my first poem,
And some of the comments had made me frown
In 2014 I swear,
I was going to cry,
My poem had made it on the front page,
And my inspiration became as endless as the sky
In 2015 the community,
Became my heart,
They helped me forget about all my troubles,
They gave my life a brand new start
In 2016 psychosis,
Had over took my brain,
I was struggling to stay afloat,
I was struggling to stay sane
In 2017 I wasn’t,
I busy recovering silently,
And my profile stood still without a sound
Now it’s 2018 and I,
Feel extremely blessed,
How Quiet it GetsThere is one thing they never tell you
One flaw to being alone
They never tell you how quiet it gets
When you’re on your own
You think I’d be used to it by now
It’s been this quiet since before we were done
The silence is the same as it was then
But it hurts more now that I’ve won
I want to move on
But my memory won’t leave you be
I’ve cut myself off and tried to move on
Yet my heart won’t set me free
Puppet MasterYou who once believed
I was the one you wanted
Paint me as the vil'n
I laugh at your lies
You constructed in your head
A fire has embered
Inside this broken, healing heart
You beckoned the attention
Of other suitors
While you claimed your love for me
Yet you say I'm the one who should grow up
Thanks for showing me, puppet master
How much I don't deserve a player like you~
Though He Be But A VillainTake a look around
What do you see?
A crack in the pavement
Birds in the air, singing~
Clouds trying to hide the rays of the sun
The tears and sorrows that have only begun
Will be shunned away from the broken
God, isn't there hope for us who've tried to make
What once was whole...
My broken heart is clutched in my hands
Blood pours out from the veins which give life
It keeps rhythm, perfect timing to keep me breathing
The bitter, cold truth is pulsating through my body
This hand-sized organ is coping with the pain and aches
Though he be but a snake, a viper trying to extinguish my life
My heart still goes out to him, only wanting him to be happy
Though he be but a bully, a villain seeking to destroy my integrity
My love is still there, I hold on to whatever good might be left in him
Though he be but the main reason I cry at night, lie in agony on my bed
My tears are silent, praying that he would be redeemed
Maybe.... He could turn away from h
The UtmostThe presence of your body,
was always exquisite perfection to me,
actuality to the utmost,
but it is your mind that I miss most.
CenturiesCenturies wisp away but your voice still cutting through
don’t see how this could be
but you are still here with me
too real to disbelieve
this is what forever after referred to
except I wasn’t there touching an unreality
Recovering AddictEven drugs fail a hold like this...
addiction of the mind kind,
tremors of a soul left writhing in it’s own darkness,
days seem weeks and everything is still,
hoping to never let it go,
hoping that it knows,
so it never departs,
leaving only misery.
DEATH CAME CALLINGHighway to no end
Never looking back
Eyes fixed on the road
Halos in the hazard lights
Stranger the life you leave behind,
in the final hour
Long haul to paradise
SCARECROWThe burning fields,
at skeleton crossing
ceremony of the damned
Ravens claw, witch doctor
Bone suitor undertaker
A Cat FestIt's 6 am and you wake up to yowling
A dozen cats, endlessly meowing
In a saxophone solo played by kittens
who have no idea how to use a reed, nor mittens.
With no regards to your poor ear,
they perch at the rooftop in utmost cheer.
Loudly playing their symphony,
Disturbing your sleep, oh the agony
They care not for a frostbite,
despite it being -12 outside.
It's February, so grab a dutch and roll some indo,
there's a cat orgy right beneath your window.
How We Killed Winter.Well, we stuffed him with food until he died happy and very, very full.
Did you expect that we talked him to death? Or that we bored him out with stories about your Auntie Josephine to the point he shot himself in the head? Tsk, boy, don’t give me those puppy eyes; you're so naive sometimes.
Yes, we all loved Winter when he came home for the first time; gently carried in your momma's arms; his tiny little limbs, those cute blurb sounds he made...everyone was so attached to the little rascal. Oi, if you start crying now I am not going to finish. I know you loved him dearly, but I'll be damned! The minute he entered the house, bad luck started. First your grandma lost her teeth, then broke her hip, afterwards your momma started burning food despite being the best cook in the county and then you started stuttering like there's no tomorrow. If that's not bad luck, I dunno what it is.
Everything was Winter's fault. That's when we started trying to get rid of him, but he was the
The choice, The creationAny time
A single word
A single gesture
And a new Universe
Comes to life
Just one more
In this thing
We call existence
SOUL DERIVATIVELost in translation
The mind of God
Sanctioned a prayer
The miracle of life
A world without measure
Salvation in death
ANGEL CROSSINGFalling skies, shooting stars
Tunnel vision, second sight
Rocketeer halos in the night
Gods assailant, divine messenger
Monolith, a space odyssey
Exploding fires in the heavens
Journey to the StreamFor I am free of absolutes that can lead to regret;
Free of pain, suffering and guilt;
The desire to manipulate the ones I hold dear
The tendencies God may have built
This line I have recited, every day since I came
A day I was met, with forgiveness, love, and scorn
Unlike the place I existed,
Before I was physically born
Every morning I open my door, and gaze upon a beauty new
Today I see
A lush green valley, a clear river, and mountains in the distance
A sight so surreal, so divine
Could cause man to question,
The purpose of existence
I see my family and friends at the end of the river
I try to wade through
To meet them all,
But the current is strong
It demands me to fall!
Sudden echoes of loss,
Fill the red and starry-night skies
The river changes to a stream;
Before the truth of physical cries
I start to wade, into the mute, crystal clear stream
I will soon join, my friends and family
In an ever-changing, never-ending, dream.
LOST IN TRANSLATIONAltered states
Loss of perception
The silent reproach
A sanitised awareness
LESSER THE WISERWiser the fool who tells the honest lie
A borrowed line, a stolen truth
The gesture of a broken promise
SHOOTING BLANKSRadioactive love
Under the microscope
Specimen in a jar
The mutant dream
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