Poem: Speak No Evil Again

Catching fireflies in my mouth

They slither in and choke me out

I just wanted all to see

my changing for the better ways

But, instead they wish me dead

Ball in my throat, they will stay

No love speak, no farewells

I don't even get a goodbye

They care not

Down my face they will rot

and I don't even know why

It won't force my cries

I'll live this life

Knock down every strife

Even if my voice dies

Poem: In That Moment

A life of withering hope for her happiness
to be bundled up and shared
It is not fair
that people, hearts less than hers, gets to love

Maybe, she does not need it
and not why she is here
It is not clear
But, there might be something bigger for her

But, in the end
right before she dies
She gets only one moment
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Poem: Saving Me

Why do you fail to know that I am no creep?
I'm just poisoned in my sleep
You have to let it go
You make me feel desire
Skin cover,
tamable fire
Who is your supplier
for your parts that I require?
I need your heart,
your brain,
your self exploring thoughts
To all that I attain,
it keeps myself from future rots
Because, you are my spirit
I am your Macbeth
You don't want to hear it
But, to save me results in death

Poem: Because of Her

I'm sitting in a room
There's nobody there
No glances, not a care
In my front, an empty chair

I start to wonder if there's a use
for an empty thought
If anyone would mind
If they withered and they rot

Then suddenly, the chair filled
I look to her, eyes through eyes
She laughed inside my cries
and made me feel understood

That there was some good
in this greying heart of mine
Even if she's not around
my world feels better sound
Because she was so kind

Poem: Bus Ride (adult content)

Have you ever seen a stranger
and pictured how they screamed?
Oh, how I dreamed
to be that one's deranger
Their rosy cheeks are bleedy
I sit across, full greedy
Not caring for one's affairs
Little does the stranger know
I'm killing them in my glares

Poetry: Golden Art

Can I go back?
Stop, rewind
Take me to twenty seven days
When everything was just fine
I need her
I breathe her
I feel her unkempt fire
She calls me her biggest liar
I have no desire
to let her out my heart
One day
She'll walk my way
and I'll call it Golden Art

Poetry: Caring for Knives

Can I play with your pain?
Go in and out your life?
Allow me to make you insane
Little smiles I drain
Madness off the chain
accompanied by a knife
drips are from my strife
that I bleed on every mouth
It goes inside and out
of each of these hurt grown men
and I am bursting of sin
Please, just let me go
You don't want to know
the madness I know

Poetry: Old Glue

I lied
You are in my eyes,
held up by bleeding skies

Gold girl not for the taking
and I lay here faking
Pretending you're not breaking

by the red drink on my hands
It's okay
I'm okay
But, you're the one that understands

Everything I say to you
is held together by old glue

Can't think straight
Can't finish this
She is my bliss

I'm okay
Is it okay
that I don't want to be okay today?

Poetry: The Abstract Lust

Subtle affection brought to light in this bleak drenched place
Her expression grey, full of fright hidden in her face
The purple man, he runs for it not looking in her way
He longs for another, gold girl for a lover
She has to keep her thoughts at bay
Because she's not gold
Or even a color, for grey is a shade
She was once blue
All shiny and new
But, his running made her fade
He can't have the gold
That girl has been sold
Although she gave a glance
Still he runs from the grey
Her color sees no day
She didn't even get a chance

Poetry: The Bomb

A thought to make my heart hit
The kind to make my soul split
The actions where no one wins
The end shows true villains
Pupils behind stitched up eyes
You're nobody now, deep inside
I hope you see that
I want to free that,
unquenched anger I have denied
Please understand
I'm nobody's end
unless it's with their life
I can't be your rock
A packaged bomb clock
just waiting to blow a fuse
I want to be the bottom
with nothing to lose

Poetry: Dynamite Bridges

Painfully cut the ties from thee

She sits on a dirty floor

All bound up, not knowing of the free

The kinship becomes a chore

There's her blood in my veins

I know that she's donated

a great deal to my cause

But, I'll leave her alone

For I've ripped to the bone

Left her wrapped in medical gauze

I don't need your applause

or one's accepting glance

So, I'll push her away

When hearts collide,

I'll kill her in advance

Poetry: Love Confusion

He might be disgusting

He might be just vile

The perfections out of date

The dismissal of that smile

I wanted a beautiful poem

One with sparkle and light

But, instead this crap filled head

Just can't do anything tonight

Because, I'm battling with rage

Or love?

Or is it nothing?

A village in this cage

And I can't come up with something

to show myself the way

That there's something good at hand

But, nothing is okay

as long as I love that man

Poetry: Once Upon a Graveyard

Once upon a time there was a hell-bound Beast

Who hated all the living and worshiped the deceased

He looked for ways to settle in a world he didn't belong

Sounding his stitched up voice in the haunting lights of song

The beast was walking through a yard filled with sturdy stones

Looking for the sunlight in the wonder of beauty bones

She stood there in the darkness holding up her head

It was then he knew he'll be walking with the dead

He sang to her Godless songs of beauty in the grave

Although he felt unworthy, the Beast fought to be brave

At first she didn't care for his foolish little art

But, he showed his ghoulish ways and won her no beat heart

So, every night the beast walks up to her lovely chiseled stone

Knowing that when he sings now he wouldn't be alone

She holds his hand, walks with him calmly for a while

and when she dies each night Beast shows the purest smile

There'll be a time where she can leave to forever be released

At that hour he will know he's meant to be her Beast

It's who he is, who she loves, the one to bring her laughter

In this graveyard and beyond they live happily ever after

Poetry: Born of Sin

It's true

I am death

I have it in a box

Wrapped in sinful skins

Piled with ticking clocks

Don't you like my gifts?

I wrapped it just for you

Just remove the coffin screws

and point to that you excuse

It's true

I am death

My eyes are always open

I know you lay there hoping

that I'll peer past your scars

But, your future holds these bars

You'll be in my box

Wrapped in sinful skins

It's not death forever

Hell starts when one begins

Poetry: Skull Man

Beast in each thought

Assassin out the cage

Packed with corpse face rage

coming to get you now

Ignores what you allow

Because a skull man knows no bounds

A mind to which astounds

the ever insane heart

That will bust you

Thrust you

and destroy you from the start

Poetry: Dripping Crisis

Ravens on my skin

Why are they blue and cold?

Congress crawling, lurking

Checking for my gold

I have to be real subtle

When there is an odor

Death

Lingering in breath

screaming at all the lifeless

Body dripping crisis

I really could not careless

If you laugh at all my congress

Poem: Love's Infection

She wants to be perfection

Lucifer's sin infection

There's need for close protection

in this heart set to destroy

To all that's in her bubble

She's soaked in lasting trouble

Time running to the ground

Bodies line up, they want to drown

But, she doesn't see her soul

The little beautiful lights

Just longing to make him whole

The love she deserves

She fights

Poem: Bloody Sight

There's two stains by crimson artists

on a wanting wall

The hands, they drag and crawl

Showing their hearts becoming one

And what is this, their fun?

He lowers her blood count tonight

Blood on her body

It's his hobby

To lure at such a sight

Poem: One Third of My Life

One third, you see me

You welcomed, you cared

One third, you freed me

You opened, you shared

I heard you love me

Taken as your own

As if we've always known

that we were family

Now, it is I see

I never had a Dad

But, a second Mommy

Poem: Sitting in My Fear

I can't just let you go

The girl who sits within,

counting each a sin

Things you shouldn't know

I beg you, have a hold

of the gold I'm quick to lose

Wrapped in my heart,

drowned in booze

I call it anything but pride

Joy I've bound inside

of this box I built of fear

and you are trapped in here

Counting though I've died