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RhymeYou are irresistible,
you are fine,
I only wish that you were mine,
I sometimes feel your arms around me,
and then I open my eyes but I cannot breathe,
If you were but mine to keep,
my body would no longer weep,
Now I feel old and older still,
I love you more than my own free will.
And I will Always be the MoonWe have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
i want you because i shouldn't want you at alli want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.
i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.
i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.
can't breathe, at least not steadily,
paint me turquoise
or be the forest to my fire,
actually I'd rather you were nothing, at least nothing to me,
now I can feel nightfall coming upon the manifestation of a July moon,
so let's let those clouds burst and rip wide open
just as though the clouds were my organs and
the rain were my blood.
as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,
running over my shoulders like buttermilk,
curling wax fingers
and smoke escaping my oak tree bones,
I don't know where I'll end up yet but
I know I'm close,
and I know I'm close because I'm still breathing,
inhaling that charred floral scent
where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone
and lilacs are blooming between each vertebrae,
intertwining with every rib, climbing them like strands of DNA,
oh you know I wouldn't mind if you used my ribs for a ladder,
go ahead and use me up like some sort of construction worker,
for my body is yours to take, my heart to break,
but I should let you know now that this love is a disease,
it will leave you in ruins with teeth like Aztec tombs rotting inside your mouth,
and it will leave your hands forming empty circles in the sky where the stars should be,
but all of this is okay because when we're together I can see the moon in your eyes
and the sun in your lips,
when they dare form a smile, your kiss
I've got the skin of snakesI am nature's baby
with human hands,
I breathe in with the trees,
to breathe out rings of smoke,
I am floral, I am a cumulus cloud,
I am a solid gold tombstone,
engraved with animal bone.
What Turns Me Oni. bright cotton candy colors,
so lush and vivid,
I want those pastel pigments
dissolving my taste buds and
brushing over my tongue
like they were made of velvet.
ii. reptilian skin,
those scales so rough
and those alligator teeth
I want those teeth
to take me by the neck,
leaving me with scaling wounds.
iii. blood draws,
being drained of liquid emotion
to come out feeling light headed,
then fucking euphoric
like you're made of stained glass
and the sun is lighting you up
phantom breath igniting your spine,
being cradled in the arms of a shadow,
being grasped by the hands of the wind.
the clavicle indentations
that make me want to scream
because they are so lovely,
unfolding themselves like paper cranes,
angular yet angelic.
vi. a button up shirt being unbuttoned,
the thought of you sliding it off my shoulders
as though it were made up of sins.
ripe for the plucking red,
no artificial sweeteners,
only the blood of an organic berr
The CatalystI have thoughts
but I never think.
Underestimation of your affection,
of your jealousy,
I, a breaching whale who breathed too deep.
Like bubble wrap
the air pockets in my lungs are pop, pop, popping;
I am nothing if not lonely air.
My thoughtless mind
so driven by my gullible heart,
too quick to believe you could ever love me
at least the way I love you,
But is this love if I am bleeding?
Your carnivore's touch,
your narcotic smile;
catalysts in my river of veins.
i am a book of blank pages.We're playing that game where we trace letters on each others backs with the ends of our fingers. So I drag my fingertips down your spine slowly, savoring every embrace. I'm drawing electric currents through each vertebrae and I can feel you twitch under my touch.
I'd like to hold your ribcage like guitar strings and play chords that echo beneath your skin. You'd sound like a long, soft lullaby that tugs at my eyelids to close so I can dream.
My dreams are the only place we can actually be together, my subconscious takes control
and it's your lampshade lips along the shadows of my feet,
then I'm spilling my shoulders like chandeliers onto your carcass
and I'm drinking in this surreal moment like wine, because it is so bittersweet.
In my conscious mind I'm lying awake at night with toothpicks propping open my eyelids
because days are tasting like stale bread and empty space
and I'm realizing that space might actually be what we need,
screw that, what we need is each other and I need you
Reality of DreamingAlas!
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
I am no poet,
Her making me
So know I know,
She's only a
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
TwinkleThe gift of life
so precious and brief,
gives off a light
a soul can see.
the eyes of another,
the answer there
within you will discover.
The light that shines
in the eyes of a life,
twinkles like a star
in the wonder of the night.
A magical spark
that gives no hue,
simply showing off
the life in you.
The opposite is
an ashen blue,
the end of a life
its secret clue.
It's the color of the sky
with a gathered haze,
not deep and blue
but cold and grey.
You see it with love
when you look in the eyes,
of souls that are ending
their journey through life.
I looked into your eyes today
and I did not see the sky,
I feel a sense of calm relief
It's still the stars I see.
Love is ComingLove is to me, as soft as a breeze
Helping me stand when I fall to my knees
It'll pick me up, spin me around
Love is coming, it makes no sound
Love is to me, as calm as the sea
Believing in all that I can be
Holding me warm throughout the night
Love is coming at first light
a line of cocainea line of cocaine
before starting her show
she has need of narcotic
to be able to remove her clothes
on the scene
or the bank notes are agitated
like if she was a prostitute
a line of cocaine
to find the strength
of unveil her body
has this frustrated crowd
she is afraid of a overdose
but without the cocaine
she would already be dead
25A quarter of a century
Two and a half decade
Where should I be?
Is this the beckon of my destiny
Too young to settle down
too old to clown around
Where should I go in this day and age?
What should I write on my life's page?
It not that I am confused
I just don't want to be used
Through any kind of string
Enticed by some sort of offering
With lover's ring looming on
just a few year's and the bachelor is gone
But here I am some what contemplating
Is this what I'm really yearning?
To the sound of money and spending
With much bill that are unending
Financial freedom is what I sought
Where my earning is greater than what I bought
And what about the dreams that are long well forgotten
Have I traveled enough that I have fallen?
Into cynicism and into hopelessness
over all giving into all the sadness
But I despair not with a beating heart
surely there's still away to regain my spark
the only that keeping me warm at night
beside from providing a guiding light
That there is still a possibility
Strong.- The endIntergral.
Instantly insomniating the irate.
Inebriety immediatly inspires.
Were it not I who gave my kingdom,
To take up this lonely post?
To give away my treasured charm,
To aid those who need it most?
No, it couldn't be,
I'm much too selfish and you're too free,
To take what you want and leave me be,
In shattered pieces,
Well I hope you find peace,
Broken soldier won't stand for you,
One minor let down,
And then we're through?
I've known how you are,
and I've seen how you've been.
I had just thought I could still call you "friend"
But here we are now, we stare at the end,
After a drunken walk home,
And I still can't stand.
My knuckles are bruised,
And I'm just too tired.
To deal with you now,
Go home, you're fired.
I want nothing to do with your 4am nights,
I was never a thought, to try to make it all right,
After so many years, I can finally see,
You were in it for you,
And never for me.
So I'll pick up the pieces, you left on the floor.
And I'll put on my hat, and
im dizzy let's dance,The warf was singing tonight,
with a voice of rusted metal shackles.
singing that the sea turns to ink at night
so the poets commit suicide.
we're oh so sea sick.
cutie, don't worry
because we're all made of starstuff
and narcissists will keep wishing on their cousin's corpses
lets chase epileptic electric lights instead.
they lock the flowers up at night
because they'd grow over the rubbish and grunge
they'd choke you out
and bloom in your heart
trespassers will be prosecuted.
p.s garden nymphs exist
don't ya know
the trains are haunted
and the tramps are restless
we leave our shadows and fingerprints everywhere.
lighthouses scream at sailors
"we're all going down,
you've got sirens and booze on your minds and they will wreck you eventually"
a man has a pocket full of jingling coins
they make high brassy music as he walks
he's throwing them one by one into a fountain
he's wishing for wings.
i don't know who im praying to
but i'm praying for you.
Fighting SpiritThe heart keeps heaving
while the debts keeps piling
but my grin won't be fading
cause my cause is worth fighting
You can throw a curve ball
you can try to trick and stall
but it won't matter, not at all
I'd make it through even if I have to crawl
Cause my spirit has been forged
too long, this hardship to deny this urge
a call to arms my raging heart endure
for the goal at the end, I am ensured
No time for tears to cry and despair
all broken bones will have a moment for repair
but for now, I'll lick my wounds and then stand up
For the time calls for action even when it's rough
The heart keeps heaving
and my body is still aching
though I might as well be bleeding
I won't stop to pursue the dream that's shinning
To be free from all the chains that holds me
to be strong from my own insecurity
to break the feeling of loss and uncertainty
to grab hold on to my own identity
i take splenda in my coffee these daysthis ain't a love poem
but i thought you ought to know
you have cancer eyes
,lungs- oh, and ribcage, heart- if you have one
,its nesting in your collarbones
,darling its in you elbows to the knees
and i'd light up 50-a-day
i'd huff and puff like a a chimney, a steam-train, the big bad wolf
just to make you mine.
the sugar in your smile, the glucose in your bloodIt's searching fingertips,
gingerly placed empty spaces,
and wrong timing,
but now it's I love you, oh wait I really do,
please don't leave me under these carnival lights alone
because I can't bare another day without your syrup sweet blood,
you are the sugar in my coffee
and the honey on my toast,
the candy rotting my teeth,
and the molasses thick air I inhale on summer nights.
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