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Shoulders were made for your chin to cup, locked in the embrace of our kin and kind. There’s something unforgettable about that faint smell of cigarette’s stuck to someone’s clothes. It’s a scent you learn to love when you hug, because it hallmarks the smile on their face, and becomes the smell of one you hold dear.
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I woke up dead with a wishing-well head
Never the same person when I go to sleep, as when I wake up. But these past few days have been feeling the same. Tsunami dreams where I nearly succumb to fatal forces filled with more effervescence than the three seconds after I wake; where the reality of my pathetic lonely sadness siezes my body once more.
I wish I weren’t so strange, so untamed yet so abstinent. The fulfilling novels being written that my tongue or failures scorch in flames, make me lose faith in everything.
I’ve been praying to God again lately. Hoping for some answers, even guidance. I just wish I was normal. Whatever it is I get from these isolating mental illnesses & strangeness that I possess is not worth the social pro’s I’d get from just being able to say & engage in normal things, consistently.
What do you do after you’ve done damn near everything you’re told to do, to make it all better? I hate that even when I write I still feel like I’m tripping over my words.
Imagine being smitten by someone just as into you
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I awoke from a cold dream to a cold world
To halcyon memories that chimed in my mind
The echos of eternity flood my thoughts with their song
I remember, the burning wicks that have made my life
To realize the strangeness of my romance, in the face of beautiful lies
The dark side of their moon, where I lay rest my spoils
The conqueror, who found his way home to the studio apartment
Whose door creaked with familiarity, and breezed with solitude
The sounds of my path, which bang tenebrous & quick
But a blanket in my thoughts, which warm me with their life
The darkness of my cold dream awaking me to a cold world
Where the wolf lays lone in his den
The past is the book you learn from, the future is the book you write, and the present is the pen.
Sacrilegious Indulgence of Satanic Libertinism
By the sweat and scars of the Sith We channel dark energy amidst malodorous mist To relinquish fear in the form of power The divine dismissal of restraint Through creed and chant we personify strength In the way of thought and marauder To slay the dragon of neurosis By upholding the flag of fight We storm the skies with determined eyes And drown the world in the raptures sound Beneath the covenant’s seal of command Lies light derived from holy lands The blasphemy of indifferent hearts Is the fountain that pours the elixir Within passions furnace, we retrieve the blade Whose flames are countered by none!
Perfection’s Paragon
Cards of memories flowing down the river stream I beg, the tempest reforms but burns behind sullen eyes. The night time rendezvous, silent sounds, hiding behind the treasure chests of lustrous hands. From the barroom dancer to the hint of turning locks, sealing the tone as my shining chandelier. Marlboro reds and a temperate breeze, Cleopatra the shrine to my fantasies.
Kindred
Sanguine poinsettia rubescent red She drains their veins with silver fangs Quickening blows cold spitfire flames, The curse of Cain rests in every strain Biblical paramount, serene embrace Terrains of darkness celeris race Frost flustered hands and hungered pains The kindred cry of infamy
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Halcyon
Of all the joints in all the world Your fate had met mine I knew nothing of the signs Drumming hearts and stuttered lines Conchita, I’m cold and blue I have been since I’ve met you Years race by and not a chance Of patching up the wound Every gimmick in the form of hands held & sour hearts To see your hair twirl and feel the poetic press of your lips The air can no longer hold the words I wind I witnessed your dawn and dusk from my end The songs I let blanket my thoughts The way it felt to see your name A time long gone, a heart so changed Can any beauty in our breathes remain
Mercurial of the Moon
I’m a wordsmith with a crooked anvil Plenty of flame but a useless candle I’ll write you a song you can’t sing along A troubadour tragedy the poems gone wrong
Broken into pieces but no puzzle to be made The king whose requests simply puzzles his maid An anchor for the ship abandoned at the dock The hour hand broken and discarded from the clock A tool to ridicule in her soft-spoken melody A siren so cruel to her once favored effigy
A figment with ligaments but a ride with twists and turns I never would have suspected that your cold words could burn I’m the genie outside his lamp and trapped within an urn Not cut out for what this world is but I’ll still try and learn
A passion with potential to conquer three kingdoms Brushed aside like a sandcastle laid siege by the tides A passing glance in our timeline of infinity A brutal exchange between lovers not enemies My mind saw only what my heart said believe I poked at our wound and it began again to bleed I concede and proceed to step faster than I think Your memories with me written in pencil not in ink
Erase and rewrite at your will and I still would kill to have you in my arms again
The Heavenly Harps of Now
Looking up at me with your wide eyed browns, the morning mist and skyline a harmony to it's melody. The roaring clouds blushed with pink, sponging the fragrance of your grace,
I find myself enraptured by your delicate embrace.
Collapse
You knocked your knees on the concrete, but didn't feel a thing. Your tears held reflections, of celestial corpses who watched you weep. Deva's hold their blue faces and shut their eyes as Gaia thrives. They can only give you strength with the promise of infinity. Use your magic, you will win, a fight is decided by endurance For all things must come to an end, even failure To learn is to control, to control is to prosper To prosper is to succeed Keep fighting, fight yourself, fight your mistakes. You can win this Nothing is achieved without first self belief, To believe is to act and to act is to create You are designed to improve, you have, you do and you will Don't cloud your mind with mistakes, release your chains with correction. Through improvement, we are free
Wonder-lust
Take this shot for the ones that I don't take The only ones I ever seem to digest are the ones that were mistakes You can't say that I was a bad one, because it never got that far You're too caught up in the stardust of fantasies without me Wonder-lust, wonder-lust, for the foreign land you trust Wished you could see... If my heart could pour a river of how I feel It would just bleed
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Outside, of arms grasp Lie’s the green, green grass And my eyes cannot last Upon spans that move too fast So I say, Why don’t you try To remind, myself Of what it means Of what it means To feel outside of jeans Bitter-cold, bitter-cold mold That I’ve been prisoner inside These fire pits, dried out and gray Only lies were by my side If I had the answer I would pluck the thorn’s I’d give the rose another try Maybe this time I’d shed tears of smiles Instead of tear filled “why’s?”
Joy
A lonely shipwreck, floating along with limbs gone limp. He stares at the burning sun as the birds around him chirp with vigor. The oceans heartbeat thuds his chest in a readable rhythm, flushing his face with salty water every time. The current washes him ashore, where the warm sand begins to dry his skin. The sparkle of life fading from his eyes, as sadness begins to shroud his soul. As the curtains close in on his hope, he hears feet beside his ears & feels a shadow cast across his face. His eyes widen with focus & the figure coalesces. A hand reaches out and a smile cuts between the clouds before him; Joy