the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shouldersare braille to me, so that ican read your skin, so that ican know you better.i like to listen to your heartbeatand how it resounds differentlyfrom mine, just so beautifullylike two songs played in tandemto harmonise in rounds;i like to hold your handsand rub your backso that maybe my lovecan find its way through your poresand seep into your blood(never can i find the right wordsto tell you just the way you feel to me)and to think that and how i nearly missed youmakes me miss you moreevery minute and mile we spendelsewhere.i can't sleep with another bodyin my bed,but sleeping without youleav
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;motivation seeping through my every last intended action becauseI was written this way(the heroine falls only to rise again:proverbial phoenix, burning outbecause it is the cycle of mylife) and you, you are notthe beautiful travesty, perfectly composedto strike me where I’m weak and[almost]human, delicately woven like the tapestry of my dismantling—a subtle irony where somewhere, a writerchuckles softly, understandingwe are blinder than church mice, bornin a makeshift world of darkness whereI&rsquo
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those hills, where you fought valiantly. and the man you once were was brave and kind,but now you are possessed by a passengerof darkness, whispering words of yourloneliness.the man you once were is forgotten, andthe man you are today, is only a ghost, ashadow, of what you were before.
SurelyIt was rainingwhen we kissed for the first time,for the last time.Thin rivuletssunk into the shrunken spacebetween our bodiesand divided uslike nothing could before,like everything willfrom nowuntil that never againwhen we willsee each other once more,no more.Your eyes werethat bewitching shadeof dull brown bluewith all of the light darknesswhirlingin a placid pondaround a pupiloverflowing with vacancy,and meand my frowning smile.The winter heatfell like a rising tideand,for our every breathwas another deathso black and full of life --embracing our boiled ice skinas we drew apart,came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,their dreams condemned to ashes,and our restless bodies stretch,for forgiveness, for direction –survivors of the abyss, amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –so many dead, so many maimed,how many graves are we standing on, today?
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive, and no horseshoe-crab am I.Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,residing under humid marsh-scapes.I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal. But I am no mineral, no era.I am not, Mesozoic.Through the ages IronBronze silver, gold and heroic.I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youthNo magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.I am the machine of time.The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.Butno God am ISomewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breatheThis steel cloud day that swirlsWith heat and pounding hammersI shake in my boots and cough upBlood, rust and damaged fleshWaiting for the second comingMaybe next time around there'll be Some chance for more than thisA twisted barbed wire halo Wrapped tight around my skullBlinding white light auraSwarming with flies I'm flyingTo pieces, thousands of shardsCannot be brought back togetherBut I will remember the summerOf my first Chevrolet in each bitGleaming bits of glass in the desertEach reflecting a different moment Still, now, enduring until the wavesOf a new ocean sweep them away No pain
SisterSisterA sister is like a soul mate;Someone who is always thereto guide me through fate.A sister is,a part of childhood that I cannot erase;A sister like you,is one that I would never replacebecause you always know how toput a smile on my face.I know I can depend on youto always be there for me;This is one hundred percent guaranteed!I've had great memories with youin the past;and I hope there are many more to come,in the future.
bookworm“there is no such thingas reading too much.”that is what I tell youwhen you insistthat there is some danger ofbecoming lost in the stuff—mistaking seriphs for serpents,swallowing a story so wholethat its hooksticks in my throat.“there is no such thingas reading too much”I tell you, boldfaced,surrounded by snakeswith a line through my lip.
Puppet My tears fall, like invisible diamonds. My heart beats, like soundless drums. Unwanted, because of the strings attached.
HorsepowerHorsepowerThere’s a knife turnin in my soft partsAnd heat burnin my mind on hard startsThe motors runnin but I lost the wheelJust want it to be numb don’t wanna feelTake two steps back and put it in parkBefore I leave scarred up black marksI need a u-turn on this highwayBut can’t go back on the by-waySo look ahead, the pavement goes onBreak the rear-view mirror it’s goneContemplateReiteratePut it in driveAnd say goodbyeLet’s see how fast this bitch can fly-Cygam7
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--feversongs,songs of boiling thoughtsand broken muscles.their lullabyes.they sneak so quiet, andsomehow,you can't quitedreamanymore.
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a restemotions whirl and twirl aroundA merry-go-round gaining speedUntil the world blurrs before my eyesWhat's happening? What's going on?The simplest thought slips away Right from my mind, fading so fast Trying to focus, I stare and stare Until my eyes are heavy and unclear. I don't understand, what is going on...Emotions rise and fall againWithin the blink of an eyeI'm crying, laughing, and depressedA rollercoaster ride that never endsAm I losing my mind in this ?I try to close my eyes and rest But the world spins me around I feel like I am failing this test Voices and noisies echo in my min
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric treesThousands of souls chant in the summer windJournals of the dead are read by schoolchildrenThey awake shaking someone else's dreams from their headsStatic electricity on the nape of your neckIn the television, on your phone, in your dinnerThe calling of a murder of crows from the treesYou remember the view from the hospital room windowA smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decayThe antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirtTalismans won't work any more than prayers and candlesSoldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded nightTall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
A Night By the FireNo light,The light sired by the nightAll above whilst the day's delightsNow disappears from mortal sight.Faded away is the sun's power,Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablazeAnd revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fireAnd witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!I look out towards the teasing shoreAnd meditate as we sit upon her door,Thinking on what my future has in store;Who I am now and even
White NoiseJust a cacophanous rattle,Of the leaking, bleeding fusion,Of catastrophe with a voice,Merged into one system,Created by problematic,Conflict and tension.Just a tool too be used,For somebody else's gain,This clamor of nihility,Shall be the penultimate,Of this system's service,It's life shed for nil.
A Colder PlaceIt seems as though,Your heart is lost at sea,You feel so cold and dead inside.Your beauty is breathtaking, But buried under this outer shell,Is just that bitter interior.Makeup just a screen,Caked on to camouflage,You're cold blooded spirit.You let me down,One small promise was all I needed,To let my body rise.Just a storm to pass,And quell the tundra within,To finally bring the summer.
How The Story EndsWandering like a hopeless soul,Through the gardens of life's emptiness,Accompanied by nought but,My path frought with realisation.The end of the tunnel now in sight,A brief whisper of anguish,But I can't help wonder,The torment of the souls I will long depart...For this is a place to say goodbye,Never here to say another,Left without a chance to ask you,For your number.Crashing and tumbling,Over the steep cliff edge of 'harmony',My last farewell now breathed,This my chance to escape.
BetrayerThis fiendish snake,Slithered in too take,A quick passing glimpse,Of this society's advance.Remaining nought but illusive,On the discreet periphery,Of the publics opinion and eyes,Worming straight into the core.Befriended and received,All had perceived,This warm and friendly face,Would not destroy their place.Vigilant in his clean manners,Thought of too be the paragon,Upheld and admired,By those inside.In the end, they were deceived,Removed and unseated,By this single person,The Judas to their Christ.
UltravioletIncandescent blur of light,Hazy and dazzling when in sight,All-seeing and frighteningly revealing.It's crazy colour and blazing temper,Is soft in hue but rough in nature,The keeper of the secret and unseen.The hunter of the preserved unknown,A warrior in the long war,Aiding and abetting the poor and the pure.A safeguard to the multitudes,Concealment garnered through service,Protection and privacy.
The GrowingSpontaneous and combustive,A dark underground of trusted,Creepy horrid thugs and thieves,Present for a message to receive.A calling, an urgent duty,Responded too with utmost completion,This den of wacko's and nuts,Crawling from out of their scraggy huts.Cut-throat and poisonous kin,Bathing in every mortal sin,A glorified sect,Let loose on a world wrecked.They surge out like a tidal wave,Into an unprepared world that cannot stave,This cult of deranged fanatics,From this world full of hysterics.
Home Sweet HomeYour memory everlasting,Within my heart,I remember it right from the start.The times spent together,The bliss and natural pleasure,Made me wish for this forever.Your very touch,It took my breath away,And for that I just cannot say.Gracious and elegant,The way you spend your time,Locks my attention, it should be a crime.