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Hey I just needed a place to put these while I'm at camp without a disk to save them on...
::One::
Tonight I found true love
beautiful jet black love
and blood red lips
draining all sorrow from my body
as I scream in harmony with her song
I can still feel it :: sleeping down my skin
and awakening my ears
crying pulling living dying
in the darkest corner of my mind
still beating my thoughts of reality
with the whips and chains
that never quite break.
And I breath
replaying this game
of such a silent renegade
the solace of it all
reminds me that tonight
I will dream of true love.
::Two::
lean your head back
and stare deeply into this spectrum of neon hell.
these draping golden lashes
blanket our dreams to keep us warm
to save our eyes from the everlasting dark.
But can you see our reflection?
::Three::
welcome to your paradise
over run by the technology that never was
living with the stories and lies
that paint your words
into the false indemnities of life.
And the sophomoric songs
that colonize a fraction
of our limpid soul.
Here, your best friend is your enemy
and you are always two minutes too damn late.
Welcome to your reality...
May I take your order?
::Four::
My happiness is wrapped
in the boredom of yellow
Imprinted by a false smile
that leaves my tongue
a bitter white
This little motivation pill
threw me up
then dragged me down
the tunnel
of immunities
And all 73,000
hits I take
My mask only grows
to become my costume
::Five::
my hands are coated
in brown sugar
a sweetener that kills on contact
TO HELL WITH YOUR ANIMOSITY!
::Six::
fluttered lashes
wooden rivalry
cemented together
between life and death
forming a blackness
a sweat drained heart
a solitude
pounding
false imagery
grasping to
a spiraling oblivion
melting handles
CLOSE THOSE DAMNED BLINDS!
arising screeches
conceal the honey gold
from the leveled knobs
of a window
scraping the
tangled rug
then unravel
the fortune
mowed down scraps
of unconscious minds
in rotted trees.
::Seven::
Take your tickets out
and begin to board
This craft can only hold so many
Fleeing the fantasies of tomorrow
for the reality of never.
Spoken words of the dictators
directing death to his cage
Crowded runways waiting for your final kiss
To push you up to the light
You have gone to find yourself in blue
But you will soon return
...i hope.
::Eight::
do not fear
the power of
bitter choc-
olate...
everyone
loves
to hate…
::Nine::
war and
hate
can never
birth
a song
of
contentment.
::Ten::
what if
you
lost your voice?
would you try to find it
or would you
forget it and
buy a new one?
too bad life isn’t that easy...
::Eleven::
Oh how lovely!
This salty cool breeze
lingering through my fingers
with the equally hot sand
stuck between my toes
*so cliche' it is!*.
and breathless as I am
from the bleak antipathy of some life
I exult with the blithe waves
emancipating my body
as I spill my heart to the sea.
How I do indulge in here!
::Twelve::
remember
a life of
peace
no war
is worth untimely
death.
::Thirteen::
out on the farthest twig
i am that forgotten leaf
still swaying
like the frozen willow
weaping ice tears
like thet reed
stuck in the waves
of angered shores
sweeping over muddy banks
i am caught
by the trap
of your imbalenced ozone
i am the space
ever growing poisoning killing
but caused by your own
suicidal tendancies.
::Fourteen::
All is quiet
the gentle scent of fresh columbia
looms overhead
until a hushed bell rings
and the beauty dispersed
A frigid breeze glides in
followed by him
sleek
smooth
nonchalant
splinters grinding between his teeth
step step
tap
"bold coffee black"
the counter boy runs
skipping through
the powdered ocean of brown
steaming styrofoam of burning love
oh, what passion sleeps in his calloused hands!
the scars of devotion merging with the lines of life!
pursed are his lips
as the rising heat dances
and i stare down
into my own cup
the blackness erupting as my lover slips in.
he sits
"hello".
::Fifteen::
free the fallen boy
from the chains of separation
color of skin
is just the absorption of light.
::Sixteen::
have we met before?
as i do not know your name...
you have hidden your eyes
behind a crumbled sheet of paper
not even sparing the words
grazing in the blue and white
oh, but please don't hide
i am just as scared as you.
::Seventeen::
Tortured by my thoughts
my mind races to overcome
the fatal labyrinth of my hear.
My tainted essence is swollen
by the poison of my blood
piercing my veins with the needle
that permeates my skin…
The radiance of song
seeping from the abrasion
that slashed the symphony of my soul.
Insolvent notes indulge in woe
for the muffled liberation
of my hollow corpse.
Reincarnated by the mercy
of the evanescent cliché
tortured by my thoughts…
I conclude.
::Eighteen::
Clear is who walks
the cemetery at dawn
engraving names
on the eroding stones
liberating the sorrows
from emaciated hearts.
Clear is the paint
that drips down the face
of a grave
soaking into dirt
towards the bones that reside.
Clear are the tears
that stream over cheeks
emotions let loose
flying through the air.
Clear is what my mind will never be.
::Nineteen::
Life is merely but
a cardboard box
sitting on the side of the road
soggy from passing cars
that spew water on its
dismal being
it disintegrates
into nothingness.
::Twenty::
Life is pork-fried rice
great for ALL occasions
especially breakfast
until you run into a pea…
that one little pea
that just HAD to spoil it all!
::Twenty-one::
Another snow less winter
as my heart is stolen
by the icy hands of December.
raining sivers down my spine
my hibernating realization
lies unconsciously
until awoken by the slamming door.
My body remains bitter
as I anticipate the arrival
of fond May arms
to thaw me from my arctic state.
Melting into the lap of July
my body glistens
from the endless heat
its power hard rivaled…
Except to the jealousy of October
who tears the clothing
from swaying trees
and sweeps away without a second glance.