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An Exercise In Lost MarrowFlashing lights in a city down south
A bitter pill to swallow
Reminders of home
Air pollution from mouth to mouth
Noise pollution irrsistible not to follow
A saddening exercise to write this poem
A cathederal and a complex cab service
Stench of market fish
Oh to graze the sidestreets
Junkies swarming by the riverside may make me nervous
Worthwhile fear is the spice on a long awaited dish
Hungry for a return, resolve soon and immerse myself in eastern heat
Stark Warnings On Her FingernailsThere she was in the splendor of unnatural decay
The shield protecting the truth slippe and the reveal made my jaded heart sway
To the rhythm of heeled steps and side-eye to the promises-promises flock of the undeserving
I bow to no man, king or authority though of her i would take pleasure in innocently serving
Pale skin to accentuate remarkable features
The cosmetic industry follows closely and resembles ravenous, dollar disposing vultures
To pick her brain and begin with her ascent into the now is an honour fit for royalty
Empty pockets but to hold one moment of her ear would be enough to bow down with utmost loyalty
Swearing to meet the horizon is a task for a man of zeal and anticipation of obliteration of misfortune
Alongside a companion of a mysterious air offers the downfall of solo water treading
And for once I may infact stare directly in wonder at the towering moon
Quick to discover that suitors in line collude to lead her astray of the ball
Under spinning lights in the danc
Downside To The UpsideDownside to the upside
The prevalence of a grudge multiplied to signal an uneasy crawl to the top
Biding its time in the bowels of an unholy maker
All tore up between the liberating reversal of an urge steeped in ruthless rancor
and the sadistic presence behind my apprehensive smile: the bone rattler and cogitation shaker
My shoulders are bereft of psychotic rationale, their appearance would blind the naked eye
A single step into the arms of rehabilitation and i drown in their excruciating cry
The sole reason for anarchic endurance is the shame in defeat
A prospect that when uttered delivers waves of agony from damaged cerebral fortitude down to shattered feet
Questions already answered and the route toward apathy directed at the figmental
Is an option i foresee as being treated with ridicule as if every breath from brain to my lips was purely coincidental
Another case of going it alone, to grow is to understand
I am an evil person but an evil person with white knuckles on a scarred ri
CocoonForm an enclosed circle around the loose cannon
And express disbelief that he is set to erupt
Projecting anger on the reflection of inevitable evolution in slow motion
High standards keep me humble, the process of a caterpillar to a majestic butterfly is not wise to interrupt
Or corrupt with ideals that fit a suit and tie, a narrow scope
I belong to the alternative, one step back and an endless charge forward
It gets lonely between the left and right, positive attitudes go door to door in hope
It eventually comes down to the individual, no two are the same
A man plays the game starting as a pawn, the other has but a finger in the family photograph on the mantle in the frame
I will be myself, you will do what you feel is best for you
Ill will is an unnecessary exercise in highlighting your exaggerated failures
Fall, try again, sample a different flavour
So as not to forget what brought me to the dance I drag the corpse of painful memories
On the road to recovery and wherever i choose to
Fourteen LashesFourteen days of lashes, fourteen nights of earned rest
Deprivation of pleasure, body strained and put to the test
The devil in me is hostile and cold
His violations against kin are only a chapter in the story that is soon to be told
Purify this temple, upwards and out
The vast spill is felt solely by me and restrains me from the urge to shout
And curse strangers young and old, devoid of good will
That was me, what comes next is gradual hope in motion through mayhem of the heart that before laid still
Bigger Than MeIt cripples more than just you
A cerebral transfusion from he who suffers to those who watch on in despair
Unsure as to the method or the possibility of the courage in her child
Sleepless nights in a tailspin, she would sacrifice her own sanity to see her child receive due care
And the father is silent as if assured his grown seed would not dare
Or so it seems, on the inside is dread that he can't express
Your siblings try to make a difference, reminisce over photographs of old
It's bigger than me, its wide scope causes an identity crisis and on them I bestow my cancerous distress
Young Enough To Distrust, Old Enough To ActDeliver me the carcass of liberty
So as I can abolish, through the western privelige of inconsequential mutilation,
The constitutional mantra and the flag-bearing anchor on justice and absolute equality
I turn to Carlin, look to Hicks and use Stanhope as an eventual escape from destructive determination
To set the Capital of D.C to london ablaze in the absence of effort from the apathetic majority
I, alone can do nothing except perhaps don the suit of lucifuge and infiltrate the roulette table
Throwing dice for the childrens future under the guise of democracy
They'll bask in shame one morning monthly on a thin line no matter if they're wiling and able
Spare me the accusations of anti-semitism, the belief that I do not weep for the forefathers spilled blood
Excuse for never choking up in the shadow of Old Glory and forgive me, as your God would, for questioning the camouflage
Born in the desert sands only to die as a forgotten patriot in the mud
Democrat and Republican, Tory and Labour
Charly Loves MandyCharly will always love Mandy
The powder couple head to toe in white, indoor sleet in March
They light the streets in the midnight hour
A backhand deal to a satisfied customer, sweaty palms and a tongue parched
Just one sale and you are the toast of a sleepy town
Smoke ran dry and they tire of a nine to five capped off by the stale promise of stale brew
Watered down or cut to talcum texture, the choice is yours
Saturday approaches and they've got their hands on experiences new
You opt for dry mouth, lock-jaw and tackle shrivel
The good loving can be arranged to brighten a Sunday afternoon
And Charly tells you it's like nothing else before
Even a Columbian pro would jump for joy and sing an inaudible tune
And Mandy is Mandy, she is what she is, take her or leave her
A cheap alternative in an economy stuck on pause
A prostitute? She prefers high class escort
And spending quality time with her is the safer bet when worried about the consequence of conservative laws
Cleaner than a boozehou
I Am A Pillar Of ResignationA quiver of the lip prolongs the resistance
This chapter of lonesome sleep rides on
Libra is a romantic fool
My discipline is a trusted tool that occasionally caves in to lowered inhibitions
I've met her time and time again
Still i know little besides basic details
Place of birth and a penchant for playing dress-up
A blemish on the cheek appeals more to me
Than a non-colour masking her striking appearance and telling the opposite sex tall tales
I don't care to learn of her favourite things
We share laughter and the significant factors of a relationship
I remember exactly where i was the first time
She noticed a quality in me i couldn't begin to see in myself
To some she's just a blue-eyed brunette with swaying hips
Treated as a conquest for men to undertake
Not my place to say that she's making a mistake
I've held my tongue, that is all i can do
Her liberation is an inspiration
I'm content with her happiness, it relieves me from slamming on the brakes
A swarm of butterflies in my stoma
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Somebody's DaughterLet it out, my dear, goodbye
Breathe relief, i'm gone, tears dry
Never meant, how could i be so blind
Your hollow shell will fill sometime
And i know this cant wait 'til tomorrow
So madly in pain, stricken with sorrow
Squeeze the juice out of life now i'm gone
And your lips move upwards, nothing's wrong
Feel free to dance in the rain and sing our song
And i hope when you enter a room you feel as though you belong
And i know this can't wait until tomorrow
There was no more time that i could beg, steal or borrow
Raise your head from the gutter without me
It's alright, we all have to bleed
Once in awhile you may think of me
Cast it away, that memory is there to sow the seed
No defence, i was far too busy treading water
And i forgot that you were somebody's daughter
Now go eat life like wanted to
Take a bite of the apple and i'll know what you said was true
We'll move on in very different ways
You will ascend and i'll find shelter with the stray's
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