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EmberTempted by the pieta persuasion
For now it's a concealed laceration
Bothersome yet in dire need of restraint and coerced programmes of meditation
Cleansing and group theapy, iced beverages comped for the visitor
Allow me to assume the role of inquisitor
Take a back seat whilst i explain how much i miss her
And them but they don't call anymore
Contact on the internal end is a castrated whore
Isolation by the woods
Ethereal linger by the lake
When overwhelmed by a curious mood
The desperate ghost has a drastic choice to make
Course of action: which acuate instrument will be the first my trembling fingers hesitantly take
Burn out the amalgamation of limbs such as a bone-dry Viginia Wolfe
Repeated the hours then sleep, toxic relief in cigarettes and sulfur
When you're slipping with a thumb held down by a screw
The selfish reptilian layer relays you should loosen yourself from the apparatus
Worry overtaking your maker, macabre theories for the starved remainder
To give you one of an endless
Siberian BloodStress that overwhelmed a vacant ghost
Into sterile defeat
Thricefold trepidatious endeavours and other such misfortune drawn to the flicker by my stubborn neutrality
I, the swine, experience acute insomnia so how is it you comfortably sleep?
Whether in a tested pattern
Whether a prying moon pursues a balanced chemical reaction
Every individual act of independent reason is completed by successful reaction
So breaking bad proved a severely beaten winding path when breaking bread flaunts progression attraction
I could vanish into thin air
In doing so evade benign stares, the insistence to graphically compare
Sadness at the root eventually frayed by swollen fits of semi-nihilistic and immature rage
In this i deduce an alien breed
One wherein disgust is lauded and advocated as hearty fun and games
Although the laughter climbs to fever pitch when the hollowed out clown takes to the stage
Middle-America audiences are glued to the page
Lapping it up
That page reveals the intricacy of third-ti
Audible PurgatoryLyrical genius in the popular scene is a rare occurence
The mainstream kingpins opt out of inspired disturbance
Producers hold the key, vocals fall short of running the gauntlet of endurance
Noise wars coupled with a has-been from before to assure sales insurance
Brought into the fold to boost relevancy
Insistence on repetition joins forces with plastic elegancy
If memory serves correct there was a recent generation
Where the independent artist classed every note during a performance as a celebration
Now the lawyer and the paper drown them in a well of obscure damnation
While the A-list attempts to record, intense exasperation
Bold ideas are an alien concept
Three to four chords are the maximum the normals should expect
Plead for difference between two and prepare for a denial of request
We simple folks dont understand now take a closer look at those oversized breasts
What became of hardcore punk? sold to a skateboarding sponsor
And East coast rap? taken out by a Californian monster
Exile On The Corner Of Main St.Used, seldom abused, for the assumptive notion of looming physical presence
Features of intellectual prowess are ignored
Hyped to boiling point
Rivals would be branded as the figurative height of idiocy to annoint
A reputation of strength on my amateur person. I am a skinning-blade stood next to a sword
Used, seldom abused, for a willingness to please
To an extent there is legitimacy in the claim
A man must apparently offer what only a man can
Blackened fingernails and a short fuse, shorter lifespan
What if i want to disintegrate before the public in spite of retaining a respectful name
Stress is not born in the labour but that labour leads to its evolution
Patient and conscious to the stalled revolution
Space for movement relieves before the hectic surge
Then it's down on the whipping boy to supress the urge
To curse in a volume below whisper. Only the wind can detect an oncoming hemorrhage intrusion
The greater good stands as a right and a wrong
Right in the sense it allows for the s
Nocturnal ContemplationA walking showcase of illuminated dread
Torched wings circle and soil the thorn-ribbed head
Their passion is a feeding frenzy
The object of their defence lies in the vicinity of mercenaries
A daring escape escape equates to a double-barrel and a shot of lead
Smile for the camera just dont flash the evidence
Reasons? guilty bystanders constitute the living in lieu of absent, formerly tarnished, innocence
Brand-name nightlight to cut-price headstone and conversations in between
Self improvement for them and only them
Guts and character prove to be the lowest factor in terms of prevalence
Subtract the humour from the comedy and the result is tragic
Waves of monotonous language whose appeal seems foreign and in league with Vegas magic
Samuel Beckett, in his drunken wisdom, certainly said it best
" I cant go on". Still chasing down the commencement test
This unstable temple tilts, this occasional fortitude wilts among the soon departing as a resented guest
The specific place for a mentally
HiatusRoll out the bloody carpet
Vacuum the bacteria and dust
I held an unwisely considered few close to my heart
Mentally unhealthy juxtaposed with a naive mistrust
Curtain call on a July's eve
Delicate and shaking, no tricks up my sleeve
I shoot from the hip, spit straight and release the weight
Of course regrets divided into levels of the problematic sets
Headspace or headtrip
The space between the index and the thumb
Is where I've resisted taking suicide's hand
Mine tremble when my emotions regularly grow numb
Every day is like deja vu
Every morning delivers a craving for an impure brew
I resist and stay cold no matter the scorching heat
Mistakes are a minor inconvenience before they come together and stand as an obstacle I fail to beat
Drayton is going to sleep, a long blackout so he doesn't have to weep
An extended vacation, an indefinite sabbatical
I need to overdose on life, roses, her and the occupied afternoon
Coming back soon during an undecided timeframe
Someday I'll be the child
If I Knew YouShe confided in someone within earshot
Eavesdropping on an open secret
She told them there was a void, a singular stature
Temptation to forget and immerse in pleasant thoughts, just to leave it
I hear stories on the regular regarding the long-term partner
Could be Freddy, it could be Arthur
Focus drifts, we'll chalk it down to high-performance menial tasks
Something sinister yet caring wants to pull her aside and ask
Why stay when the conditions pale in comparison
To sickeningly adoring equals
Why persist knee-deep in chronic masculine bullshit
All the tools to fund your sequel
Let me re-trace uneven steps and get a one-eyed view of the prequel
The other eye is covered by my fingers during one particular scene where he made public reference to the pride in his steeple
She lied as I have and told them it will get better
Believe it or not she may just believe it
Due to experience in wading through salems lot
Can't shake the suspicion that she's convinced she actually means it
The Familiar AbsenceBlack ink, no exceptions
Maudlin demeanour since traumatic inception
Hesitant conception bred a dark chromosome collection
Healthy and joyous though there was manouvering room for reluctant correction
Drawn to the suicide girl and the worry
Repeating the visual showcase of mistakes in younger youth in a hurry
The music penetrating memory has mellowed following treks across the spectrum
Fashion is in fasion, black to the back
Maturity stands in the way of returning to bang that drum
But I won't forget the beginning of a disastrous self-discovery
Brief moments of recovery, shuffling feet determined to plant firmly
I've grown older, wiser is up for debate
Someday Ill travel into the familiar absence as a means to learn and create
Found DeadPenning lists of geographical relevance to dismiss graphic mental imagery
Making Schindler blush
The bare minimum spews from my subconscious mouth
Ongoing wars are ours upon which to verbally touch
You said your piece and I'm inclined to agree
If the resolution is your departure from me
How to say it even when inhibitions scratch the surface of the barrel
Lock-jaw holds back the quarrel
Born out of misunderstanding of who I am supposed to be
Found dead with a quote from his favourite film hanging from his lips
A discussion featuring his opinion disuaded by her burning hips
Stood a foot from the border of normality on the inside of a tedious trip
On his person were witty bullet points and one shell missing from the clip
Why pull a fast one, a cowboy stunt on the messenger
When a valid musing went unspoken
That primary step is a deathtrap but alas, a necessary slap
My perceived intellect positions me a rung above the out-of-towner token
Problems in all shapes and sizes and even a speech
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
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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