With broken wings and smashed heart you came
To me with no thoughts of me being found
To give you all of the whole of the pound
Of flesh that lies nearest my heart, you blame
Yourself for my youthful indiscretions
And the ease with which I give you my heart
That dank and empty vessel of my art
When in truth I should learn my own lesson
Someday you'll see there's no one to be blamed
For all these empty-headed things we breathe
Into the air like poison dragon's flame
Boiling blood and heart alike we seethe
If we could, we could be saved from the same
But to be fair all we just need is to believe
This pen meets paper
And water laps the shore
And god
When you're 5,000 miles away
It's easy to find your resolve
So I'll self-deprecate
Evaluate my faults
Soaking in the natural
Beach and beauty
Before me
I'm as weak as I've shown you
Or that's how it seems
And motion city blares
Disturbs the foreground
I am the ice burg
Weak above water
But I'll surprise you all
When you hit what's submerged
No matter the width and breadth of your ego
What a disaster it would be
If you discovered I could stand
Thank you, dear original
Whose poem I rip-off
I expect you get the reference
And for it you'll tell me off
So say hello, sarcastic know-it-all
I know you all to well
And I know you well enough to know that
It's a best friend's job to laugh when you go through hell
So think fast, hot-headed Hippocrates
You're words heal and then they burn
But no mater the pain to my cranium
I know you care enough to hope that I will learn
I love the sound of you speaking to me
And surrender to the sounds you create
The voice from your throat seems to me to be
Perfect in every way, it spells defeat
To me and the common sense I don't have
To my chances of finally being free
Of love and death and all these fragile things
You ultimately find me in mid-grasp
At life again, to hold it and your hand
To warm my comfortably numb fingers
Like bare skin on burning golden beach sands
If I'm right the pain will sweetly linger
Cause you're the flame, the coal that burns my mind,
Numbs my tongue, and reminds me I'm alive
I hate the atmosphere, commotion
Double dares and mass convulsions
They change the light
They Change my sight
I want to puke each time I see
The yellow walls in neutral sheens
And everything just comes to me
When your eyes meet crystal greens
But as light the refracts it fades
Torn by histrionic scenes
I forget all the subtle shades
forget your stubborn more than mean
Berserker blood runs through my veins
I won't let go won't cut the reigns
i find no solace in my fate
he bury's himself in his hate
I care too much (that) I know
But without (that) love no seed will grow
I knew before and now should know
That if I stay yo
Who is the time-consumer?
Does he have a use
To chew up enduring seconds
Minutes, hours, days, years
Let the empty moments fade
As he devours the in-betweens
Finding beauty
Filling himself with negative spaces
Do you want him to take that time
And waste it
So you can escape the thoughtless boredom
Do you want him gone when you feel the hours
Matter
When life needs to be lived
He lives in those in-betweens
Who is the time-consumer?
She wasnt the brightest girl in the world. Or the prettiest. But she was ok. she was just ok. Isnt that worth something? Being just ok. Its better than nothing. Of course everythings better than nothing. Its not that discriminating to be ok. But thats alright. Because everythings pretty great. I mean not everything is great. There are some bad things. But everythings pretty great.
Im losing my point.
She wasnt the brightest girl or the prettiest girl, but she was good enough. The sun rose high in the sky above her head and she laughed at the heavens noonday changing
When the shit hits the fan its usually apparent. An unmistakable drama induced thickness of the air. An uncontrollable rapidity of breath. Like I said its pretty easy to tell when hell breaks loose its own gates to take a bite out of your throat. And in this case, you could compare this normal type of an affectionate, albeit daemonic, nip to the brutal mauling that was my current situation.
How many rolls of the dice can it take to destroy a human being? It only took me one. Well. Yeah, it took three to have me staring into deaths open door, but it was the first that lead to the others. Its pathetic really, when you
i am breaker of everything I hold dear
my dear
please save me from myself
make it that I cant love or be loved
I cant fuck this up anymore
I cant lose it all again
Im too weak for that
Fragile
Pathetic
I am the worm on the pavement
Drying up as the rain evaporates
Ill burrow inside my self
Deep into my mother earth
My fortress
And escape the draught
The holocaust of the rising sun
Dont feed me in my prison
Dont show me you care
Itll kill me if you do
Ill overdose as my tolerance builds to your affection
Ill break my hands bloody and ragged as I beat agai
alone
my pen scratches paper
but nothing is written
my dear
i broke the chamber
my heart now does waver
as ink spills all out on the
floor
a mad wild dervish
is making me nervous
i fear
i can't contain her no more
i'm losing my heart
in a battle that's fought
in my bones
and in my deep tissues
hearing the flute flutter
on the wind
i lost my soul but it's
around the bend
so i'll take the pen
and fill it again
and write
what words will come out
please now you take the pen
and stab me again
so my heart
just might refill
give me writers block
again
show me you love me
more than t
he words from my pen
the face i
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