The truth is
That none of this is certain
The first kiss was the same as the last
In that neither ever happened
It's important we forget the promise we failed to seal
The Charm was exquisite
Trailing the sunset
In the fickle winter
Twilight
With falling star
Streak Marks
The crimson and silver
Lining the clouds--
The most beautiful
Shade of oblivion
I've ever seen
Just Rest your eyes
On the space between the darkness
Everything will be quite alright
We'll be quite alright
i am sorry
to tell you:
I survived the car wreck
with my heart (intact)
What you didn't know
Is that all of this was scripted
It was all for the touch
None for feel
A ballet of glances,
Timed to my erratic heart beat.
(Lungs wordless at every
a r a b e s q u e)
During this asylumed symphony,
My mind has developed a tendency
To p a r r y my every innate reflex.
But I can't object,
For we've changed scenes
I've brought a rope into the court room
As my Prosecutor and Defense.
So tell me Bright Eyes (oh, please)
Shall you escort me to Sanity?
Or should I slip my head through the noose
And kick the one-legged stool
a c r o s s
the floor?
SubliminalRainstorm by glamorousxtragedy, literature
Literature
SubliminalRainstorm
This paradox is looking
More like a noose
With each infinite second
The clock ticks slower
As it questions my sanity
With its nails-to-a-chalboard
Interrogation method.
Today I withstood the rain
Wishing to drown
Exocution or Stimulation? by glamorousxtragedy, literature
Literature
Exocution or Stimulation?
Wet the sponge,
Buckle the straps,,
Throw the switch and
Sing a song
Of clacking teeth
And dilated eyes,
Lights flashing
Power surges,
Brilliant eyes
Illuminated-
Not in hope
But by perforce
In lack of self-control.
Heart racing
Scattered thoughts,
Abundant smiles
And frequent heart-murmurs,
Joyful whistels
Resulting from
Sporradic
Lung Expansions.
Seduced into seisure
Instigated by flickering lights.
Succumb to the promise of slumber,
Taken hostage by the maddening silence
No one ever has pirate booty. by glamorousxtragedy, literature
Literature
No one ever has pirate booty.
The signature of hopeless romantics,
Barely ledgable in such sparse beams of light,
Composed with the sloppiest penmanship,
A pathetic excuse for a mushey love poem
With the final result of a malicous death threat.
Drizzled with the ramblings of a
Love-struck alcoholic,
Who won't stop slurring his words.
Pouring his heart out
With sub-conscious murmurs
Blurted out in random fits
Timed to the rhythm of rapid eye movement.
Violently shaking and gasping for breath,
The victim of a one-night stand.
Confined to his bed.
All to certain of his upcomming death.
Startled at every tick of the clock.
Schitzofrenic like a love-sick hypo
No one ever has pirate booty. by glamorousxtragedy, literature
Literature
No one ever has pirate booty.
The signature of hopeless romantics,
Barely ledgable in such sparse beams of light,
Composed with the sloppiest penmanship,
A pathetic excuse for a mushey love poem
With the final result of a malicous death threat.
Drizzled with the ramblings of a
Love-struck alcoholic,
Who won't stop slurring his words.
Pouring his heart out
With sub-conscious murmurs
Blurted out in random fits
Timed to the rhythm of rapid eye movement.
Violently shaking and gasping for breath,
The victim of a one-night stand.
Confined to his bed.
All to certain of his upcomming death.
Startled at every tick of the clock.
Schitzofrenic like a love-sick hypo
Exocution or Stimulation? by glamorousxtragedy, literature
Literature
Exocution or Stimulation?
Wet the sponge,
Buckle the straps,,
Throw the switch and
Sing a song
Of clacking teeth
And dilated eyes,
Lights flashing
Power surges,
Brilliant eyes
Illuminated-
Not in hope
But by perforce
In lack of self-control.
Heart racing
Scattered thoughts,
Abundant smiles
And frequent heart-murmurs,
Joyful whistels
Resulting from
Sporradic
Lung Expansions.
Seduced into seisure
Instigated by flickering lights.
Succumb to the promise of slumber,
Taken hostage by the maddening silence
SubliminalRainstorm by glamorousxtragedy, literature
Literature
SubliminalRainstorm
This paradox is looking
More like a noose
With each infinite second
The clock ticks slower
As it questions my sanity
With its nails-to-a-chalboard
Interrogation method.
Today I withstood the rain
Wishing to drown
A ballet of glances,
Timed to my erratic heart beat.
(Lungs wordless at every
a r a b e s q u e)
During this asylumed symphony,
My mind has developed a tendency
To p a r r y my every innate reflex.
But I can't object,
For we've changed scenes
I've brought a rope into the court room
As my Prosecutor and Defense.
So tell me Bright Eyes (oh, please)
Shall you escort me to Sanity?
Or should I slip my head through the noose
And kick the one-legged stool
a c r o s s
the floor?
i am sorry
to tell you:
I survived the car wreck
with my heart (intact)
What you didn't know
Is that all of this was scripted
It was all for the touch
None for feel
dear you,
i like you so much i want you
to snake your arm down my
throat and tug me inside out;
bend down your head to my black
eastern seagull and kiss it, find
my liver and apologise. i want you
to pluck the old snowflakes from
my stomach and watch them spill
across the pub floor.
your hands can live in my jeans
if you want. you can bite down
on my fingers.
life's for the brave, for the people
who aren't afraid to say FUCK and
drink bad beer. so i'm gonna get on
this bus! i'm gonna shave my head!
i'm gonna drink this tequila sunrise
and crane my head to the moon
like its your face in the morning.
it doesn't matter how
tiny things
birds' eggs
and eyelashes and fingernails
as small and perfectly formed
as an "oh!",
a yawning breath
exhaled
the pile of logs in the garden
where a tree once stood
reaching
to touch it like gold-leaf paper
or the back of a man's neck
dreaming of sailboats
that familiar wrenching silverbluegreen
that sits in my stomach
and crosses its legs
tequila and orange juice
at six in the morning
holding my head in my hands
squeezing
as if i could pour everything
into a tumbler and drink it down
keep a thought still forever
the wonderful
opening and closing of absolutely
everything
the tailing off of sentences and
.
id like to think you broke my glasses to dull
the sharpness of these perpendicular horizons
i am sorry i stumbled through
(y)our disagreement into the wrong car
imagining the subway to ride upon
tibetan prayer wheels (yes my eyes
are that bad) i scrawled on
their tired skin and bumped
into several children on my way home
to apologize and say
union station is telling
god you still look beautiful
.
I have
not written
poetry to soften the fall,
caring not for lovers
breaking a suitors
uncouth hands.
I have not
written poetry to inspire
the mob, should
revolution prove us
failure again.
I have not written
poetry to elate the heart
for it to sink
once more.
I have not written poetry
only this: labors
of a silly idea
that I could confine your stride
to syntax, your grace
with grammar, your song
in unmelodious prose.
Thus, I have given up
because words will
1. name:
2. birthday:
3. place of residence:
4. what makes you happy:
5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. do you read my journal thingy:
7. if you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. favourite place to be:
11. favourite lyric:
12. best time of the year:
13.what do you think of my work?
14. Have I been a good friend to you?
15. Tell me something you've never told me before:
16.would you be interested in me if we met?
17.whats the perfect person for you?
PLUS
1. one thing you like about me:
2. two things you lik