The IrisI realize, now, that I cannot recallThe color of your eyes,And have, thus, notLooked deep into your soul.So much is hiddenWithin the iris of the eye,Where secrets, behind the pupil,Burst forth, in kaleidoscope color.Perhaps I may, momentarily, gaze into them,Through those dark windows of wonder, andWatch, as your soul spills out and, mine, seeps in,Swirling, together, fractured secrets, in momentary harmony.
SunshineShe's out there having fun;She's out there as the sunShineDances wittingly,Praying. Upon my mindThe lilac dripsDewdrop dreams. StreamsOverflow.Rusty, rugged rocks trickleBloody poolsBeside my bed,Inside my head where,Dancing wittingly,Sun,Shine.
There She GoesThere she goes again,Into the blindin' ligh-igh-ight!There she goes again,Slowly, out of sight.There she goes,Steppin' through my door...There she goes.Where, I don't know, oh, I don't care!There she goes,Wind, playing through her hair.There she goes...Yeah...There she goes,Slowly, out of sight.There she goes,In to the blindin' ligh-igh-ight!There she goes, again,Out of my life...There she goes.
King of the WorldRise upMy SunAnd claim your kingdomFor weYour peopleAwake in your lightWorshipYour wisdomOh LordOur SaviorMy SunThe King
DistractionsI can't really thinkNot straight anywayLike a drunken foolStumbling on thoughts whichHappen across my pathForced to pay them attentionAttempting to avoid themMissing out on happierThings I could have dreamed
November NightThe evening is still waxingAlmost waningBut there are those not yet relaxingThe stars should be visible from hereYet I cannot see a single oneStanding beneath this light post to writeThe stragglers are wandering inTheir cases closedMusic silencedIn my pyjamasMy tank topI grow cold
Writing with a Pink PenPretty, pretty pinkPretty in pinkMy inkI thinkWon't sinkIce rinkSkatersBut waitersThose hatersFate errsIn favorOf longing staresOf useless waresHuman couples likeMost creaturesIn pairsDon't look at meI'm lonelyAnd it's onlyA matter of time
Poetry LostWorking backwardsLike a childLostHungrily looking for homeOr the detective searchingEager for cluesAs the coroner picksThrough boneI hope to findWords which writeThis life inside a poem
My Melancholic MiseryWhen, twisting, twilight wanes,As, rumbling, clouds of bane,Filled with listless echoes,In vain,Upon this tenderized,Aching heart, rain,I'll singIn sane,Masqued, melodic memoryOf echoes,And pain.
RecipeYou said you like your girlsa little psychoticwith a dash of instability,so I showed you my recipewith shaky, bloody hands.Clothes were discardedand you broke my rib cage openand shoved a needle full of cyanidei n m y l u n g s.(Your insanity was my life supportand I lived off of your insidious words.)And just as I made friendswith the Grim Reaper,you abandoned meand said I was too fucked up for you.How ironic is itthat my creatorwas terrified of me?.........................He said he liked his girlsa little morbidwith a dash of insanityso I cut my chest openand showed him my p o i s o n - f i l l e d l u n g s.He grabbed my barely-beating heart,caressed my sunken cheeksand said, "This is all I care about."
Black EyeThe sense of dread you instill with your lookmakes millions quake as if the whole Earth shook.The world is well aware of the moves you makeBut it’s impossible to predict the form it’ll take.Their sharpest of scholars can’t cleave your disguise,but I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes.Like an inbound disaster you deliver despairwhen upon the land you fixate your stare.Your visage is venom; there’s no point in hopingthat the people can rest with your black eyes open.With fear as your feed, your appetite amplifies,and I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes.Your timeline, your being, is immersed in obscurity‘cuz a black eye needs no light to see.It’s only when you surface to prowl for preythose opaque orbs emerge to blot out the day.I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes;the shadowed glare that hides your lies.I sense the sickness plastered oln your faceand know how it spreads with its fetid embrace.From the
soft eyesEveryone’s in love with chaos,those wild, red and gold champagne dreamsdeath and drugs, over-the top Gatsbys andRomeo and Juliets burning at the altar.She exhales it all, long green nails,chipped.All-black attire, she wears it too-tight,red smudge to the side of her lips:a mystery, a tragedy, a rush.Miss imperfect,a life that slips, slides fast,commanding: they all fall, awed, at her feet,that goddess of thrilling beauty and dark decay,magnetic misery becomes her.But at the end of the day,when the shiny glamor fades:she’s left all alone, dull eyes soft,no more than a forgotten girl with blue-tinged lips,slipping ever lower in a cooling tub.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..-Choose 10 of your OC's-Answer the questions-Then tag 3 people---18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.9.10.---1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?11.) Everyone gat
Wasted FleshFlesh, flesh,Such wasted flesh...This able-bodied meat.Defiled by drugs and impurities.A mind born with clarity,Yet so blatantly abused.No harm did you suffer;Other than harm self inflicted.Disregarding the hopeless gazes,Of those who were born without.No good, no good;This I cannot abide...I shall take this flesh from you,And it shall be tended and made anew.A gift to those who are deserving,Of the very gifts you cast aside...Now then, my dear,Do stop your screaming.It will only be painful,Until your heart stops beating.- Word of Chen, 1/6/2016
an atheist's prayerdear god,i planted no tulips in autumnand no tulips came in spring.how silly of me, thento mourn the empty garden,to long for fields of amsterdam,to kneel at night in cold dirt,hands folded.i’ve learned there isa certain ache in lackinga thing never had, that small itchwhose relief is two seasons past –so god, if you can hear me,know that i am homesickfor amsterdam,whose name, like yours, i knowbut whose flowers i cannot see.
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassThinking things I thought were pastMy mind drifts along ocean wavesThis conscience lost among the mazeOf LifeA JourneyA fiery blaze