Labyrinth of the Physical FormYou dare to wander throughout the catacombsAnd search every scum-filled cornerIn search of something you may never find.Be careful,For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirtAnd the grim underneath will wear your feet down.You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.The air is suffocatingAnd the walls drip with poison of the mind.The inner passageTo my heart, somehow still beating,Is not worthwhile,Yet you insist on finding the meThat's still lost in a dream.You shine so brightIn my darkness,I don't want to put you out.
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuffDripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,Burning it raw in its midst.I want so desperatelyFor you to knowThat I could never hate youBecause you're that type of flawless,Perfect personThat I could never be lucky enoughTo have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.So,I'll keep it all inside,Because ignorance is blissAnd you're blissful.
IntrepidI have to let go,BecauseIf I don't jump,I may never fly.Dead weightDisintegratesAnd the fragments are carried in the embrace of the wind.I've never feltSo safe and soundAnywhere else but here,Falling blindly.A tear escapesFrom the corner of someone's eyeAs the ground grows closer.I have lived a thousand livesIn this moment.A smile is etched onto my faceAnd the tear hits the ground.
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves. Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Depicting LunacyThe moon leaks through the blinds,Casting a shrine on the wall.Light blue starlight(cascading loneliness)Provides solaceAnd my hands are perspiringAs they twist in the sheets.My eyelashes graze the pillow,And my heart drops to my stomach.Plop.
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you knowThat when my eyes are cloudedAnd my mind is emptyI can hear the clock ticking,Counting each worthless second gone by.Do matter how hard I try,My heart won't beat in unisonWith the indefinite continuationOf life.Did you knowThat when I lay with my ear close to the groundI can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.It slowly spins,So aliveYet filled with the dead.Did you also knowThat when the blood rushes through my body,I can hear the wind tremble and quakeWith a familiar fear.It shuddersBecause it knows its fleeting existenceWill slip through the world's fingers.Did you knowThat I'm afraid of that too?
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the newsin my hands i fold a megalithic pigeonthe take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitchas you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actualmastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy filmtightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair: it's the morning of the opening,then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarma bandit, or a preacher or the oncoming horde of space invaders.but the drawings you sent to venus never returned, and now the crack, and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.they release a report that states that the floodgates opened by themselves, that the valves erodelike the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
the ones they call the foolsWe were a list of promises broken,exhausted and frightened to be heldin the hands of dreamers and liars and both because fingers have the tendency to let slip the things they love the most.That’s why we’re fleeting. Why poets call us clouds with no real direction. But really, we’re both running awaya
4 Random Poems The One About KitKats Frick frackSnick snackI need a piece of that kitkatI need a breakIt's a mistakeTo do things for to-do-them's sakeAnd I'd live life-Husband or wifeWith obligations and strifeSo turn awayWhile you mayIf there's nothing to make you stayBring your phone,The comforts you've knownAnd go find a new homeA safe placeAn empty spaceVacant of life's bitter distastesAnd I'll find what I lackedRoll the cross of my backFuck, I want a kitkat. lisuje is like- really pretty, guys. I promise A pale, pretty faceSurrounded by sandy dunesBlue-grey eyesReal and wild like a typhoonWatch her hairCarelessly roll down her backWatch her skinLike marble that wouldn't crackSee the graphiteRubbed on the side of her wristSee the pencilHeld firmly in her closed fistWatch her drawAnd capture what's actually thereWatch her DAand Tumblr, if you've time to spare azuneechan is love. Azuneechan is life. I'd seduce your pagesMake their kne
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -and while he’s talking I am tryingto stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.I try and stop my heart going supernova.He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Heliumand eventually the star runs out of each -I try not to be forcibly remindedof every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -I’m trying to listen.He details how the stars elements burn outone by onecreating heavier elements that burn less brightly.I’m comparing stars to loveand smilingbecause to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -a star’s still a star at all its stagesand I love the stars.He whispers to meabout how these elements dispersehow they reform and relapseand I recall how stars become everythingHe’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heartso when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;‘There’s static energy in my
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.A creek at the bottom of a canyon,red cliffs on either side and a giantpond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.Paths that we created through the woodsand up and down those copper canyon wallswhile we pretended to be wild Injunsor wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.You were on your knees,in the middle of the creek,when I found you.A neighbor girl, trespassing.I had a mind to chase you offuntil I asked what you were doing.You looked at me, smiled, and said,"Catching crawdads. Come help!"After that day, we spent Springs and Summersbuilding fort walls and chasing frogs,skipping stones and arguing baseball,sharing comic books and trading punches.You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.We had our own bridge to Terabithia,our own kingdoms of knights and castles,won the World Series with back to back homeruns,settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.My parents thought you were imaginaryuntil I bro
I amSome would say that I'm a shadow of myselfBut truth is, I've been a shadow all along
-Demons do not run when a good man goes to war...They march beside him instead,All for the glory,Of watching your world burn!
Pain ReliefHe mistook the points of her hipbones for poignancyand kissed those sharp edges til they dulled under his affections -he chased the phantoms from the wide-set cornersof a mind that bent, bowed and broke in the curvature.He mistook her needs for her need and tried to save hermeanwhile, flourishing under his patient gazebut completely and wholly separate from it; she got better.He wasn't the remedy for her recovery, just a damn goodpain relief.
Morning ButterflyTo those who should live when our stars collide,Suffocating innocence is but a dying light.