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Every lie I've ever wantedEvery lie I've ever wanted
Has come from deep inside
every hope ever encountered, ever smile ever countered, rebounding glares off the walls are offered, pacifying words are pilfered, our language is smothered in kerosene and cyanide gathered in cigarette burns, we walk witless and injured.
Nothing quite so hideous as a lie unfiltered, debauched jagged reality, defying leaps of integrity into that grand unknown, the truth not shown, dice shaken, tossed and thrown.
Our brains scattered, debased, defunct and strewn about the floor, the remains of a half-assed score without hesitation, a life half lived unworthy of recitation, recounting nothing and blinding empty light unshaken, a life like sizzling twitching twisting bacon.
Life is not an invariable constant remaining unchanged, unrestrained. There's more to the story than what's broken, busted and banged. The greatest entropy is a mind deranged, hopeless perspective in a cage, caught in a maze. There's better ways t
LifeHow do I break this part
The part that yearns like blood from an open wound
bleeding, making the literature of pain visible for all to see
reflected pools staining the bathroom tiles, and the sink dirty with
makeup, and hair, and the disgusting residue of misspent consent.
The part that watches, from leagues away, in the great emptiness where
all that's said, all that can be is a lasting sigh... where the words live, and lie -
down like a beaten body, surrendered to the weight of hammers,
striking the pounding truth of nails, bolts and mirrors.
The part that examines, a lasting impression on the moon, blown away
by the wind, the ever lasting wind of gravity, and the turning of celestial bodies
where all combines, collects, erases... the evidence of reality
from ever seeing destitute hopes and dreams ending, one pin, or penny, drop at a time.
The part that cries out, slams their fist, the hurting alone is enough
to silence and restrict, restrain, oh how that sounds s
The Light that bendsthe light that bends
in the fat, and the lard, and the fat that sticks to the edge of your thumb
despite how much you try and shake it off
the fragment means more than you'd imagine
and yet it's so easily given away.
onto the greatest of fragments, small bits rolling off of a pastry dish,
a cookie crumb, a simple thumb-tac to jam into the wall
hopelessly precarious, hung like a dragon lily,
blowing across the sea, the skies, planted upon the ground
a pale white breath, watch it dissipate into the eternal cold
and gasp at the shape it makes for half a second
a horse that thunders into the night
flames from the mouth of a dragon
very seldom away,
never in silence
never shift or sway
for those steps always turn around again.. don't they?
by lw end -
SandAll that was
Far as you can see
Endless white sandy beaches stretching towards crashing walls of water
white capped waves punishing the shoreline leaving soaked remains in their wake
burning sand beneath flip flops kicking up tails behind them
and umbrellas, blots of resistance against the oppressive sunshine.
Far as you can hear
Insistent voices chattering away, voices half heard upon the wind, bright sounds almost words.
Volumes of stories lived and gone in a matter of moments, and a crackling fire, where the spark of creation began.
Winds as furtive and plaintiff as these, wrapping themselves around us like lovers, carrying with it the scent of trees.
Quiet again, almost, as nothing else is seen in the perpetual darkness of the night, and we succumb to tents, smoldering campfires, and dire promises to the future.
Far as you can walk
Footsteps mark a trail behind us of endearing catastrophes,
jokes and endless rivers of tears, of laughter and sheer disbelief
and full of sec
Plant LifePlant life
And like great vines, they start small, twisting about the wooden poles,
and with each new day, the horizon is a bit closer, or does it draw further away?
they do not take to the earth like so many plants, no, they reach for the unconquerable sky,
to challenge the sun, to caress the moon, and soar with the birds they stare at so much.
Some start slow, as the clock ticks by and by despite all human agency against it's tyranny,
that wonderful green pettles are adorable at first, and then leaves that cast shadows
over our faces, our homes, as if nothing else exists, the world itself blotted out
with just a leaf, a vine, a stalk that climb great metal walls beyond all we've built.
Others race to the finish, time is lost so quickly, as they are energized
by the sun that compells them, as they yearn to run, need to see, and
put their roots into everything, without a care, without a moments question,
and they build, are they big enough to contain it all?
bw Lw end -
Your nothing, nothing's wrong.
So much angst, and so much dreadful song
there's nothing here, just a bit of pitiful fear
contact to nowhere, stare, skin laid bare.
Stock photo's never lie,
Look upon the empty eye,
your done, your nothing's wrong,
keep singing your song.
Locked in a dozen hugs,
only a dozen, nothing more,
no kisses, no smiles, not anymore,
your ground down, down to nothin'.
Corrective vision circulates duplicity
a fuzzy life of lies,
and a clear sight of condescension,
when the mirror's stained with shit.
Worthy lives that populate
a world beyond all hope to date
inside a bubble everyone takes for granted
you can't bear to burst it.
by lw end -
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music that i only faintly hear; the women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and their zippers
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of all of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
Moonlight starburstMoonlight Starburst
A million times an hour
there's a racetrack spinning around
like a top the best feeling is when it flies off
the table and lands randomly on the universe.
I can't believe the taste of gum sometimes,
it explodes in my mouth like a star
as it electrifies taste buds until they burst
gushing like a river, or a dam that collapsed.
I see the light of the stars
long after they have gone supernova
until time has stopped, their light shines
on the raindrops that show us the way.
I never eat starburst
I always look at the package and remind myself next time,
and then I reach the corner store and buy something else,
next time I say, there will always be a next time.
by lw end -
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