Dead Dreams IIAn emptiness that eatsNothing is left for the fruitfulness of our bondsTogether we hold stillBut apart we break into shattered pieces of our pasts.Why is an onslaught of misdemeanored causes.No one's will is enough to wretch us freeForsaken and tainted we standOur fingers interlocked in a dance of subtlety
Dead Dreams ITick tick tick goes the bombDead dead dead goes its inhabitants.Bye to our livesHello to our endsWishful thoughts mean more than airBut our breaths cannot grasp our needsForever fallen here we land in our falls.
Death of My RitualPray, just pray a day once moreThe faith of our father's will keep us dear.A silence of love shall dream anewAs the pilgrimage of children laugh till dawn.The words are meaningless if the letter is oldFor the need of the ancients have come to pass.
Come of AgeThe dance of the abdominals ends in tragedyAs leaves of the foliage come to pass.Come the end of constellations undoneAnd still see you not.The mentions of entries are here to stay.If only our hearts could be swayed that way.Feet of fallen create the pyreAs the ashes of tears hold those truths.
My Weak TruthI can't save youAll of you out thereCan't become the chosenNot even if I cared.My faults may bury meMy fears bring on my deathAnd my heart threatens to pauseIn a swift suicideAs my mind wraps itself in a twist.The paper in my pocketStalling the truth that shall come.The sleepless come welcomedAnd the dawning forgottenfor shadows are rememberedAnd the light turned off.I can't bring myself to care anymoreIt keeps tearing me apart.
Lost SelfHere comes my memoryI lost it long agoLocked within the raindropsbleeding from the sky.Broken came the piecesdropped without regretScreaming for the recognitionof the greedy blind.Falling toward the centershaping what can beonly to ignore it allAs the freedom fails to ringinside my lifeless heart.
I Tell You NotPlace me in a cornerand leave me here to dieMy suicidal triviahas succumbed into my mind.Unlike your washy processI always get it rightFollowing through this nightmareof justice served real colda wonderland of echoesof a land forever grandwith an outdated legendBringing forth the lies.cuz if I were to tell youthe truth of which I knowThen I'd have to kill youSo they can still ignore meUpon this empty cornerof which I make my home.
Letter To Myself As YouHi…How Are You?I'm…well I don't exist.So I guess that meansI can't really say I'm fine.It I did, I'm sure I would be.Fine that is. Then againConsidering that I don't existYet I'm here "talking" to youMeans I'm a figment of yourImagination. That is…well thatMeans…that you are indeedInsane. I'm sorry, it mustBe hard for you to understand.I'm sure if you check your pocketYou'll find that slip of paper I gaveYou. You know which one.The one to remind you that you are saneWhile you're insane. Check I assure youIt's there. I lie not. You found itDidn't you. Heh I knew you would.After all your mind is gone. HowElse would I be able to placeThat scrap of paper in your pocket?I'm bored now. I find your lack ofA clear mind bothersome. Your denialSuffocates me. After all you fellInto society's open arms. What didYou expect to have happen to you?To go there is to say farewellto yourself. The you in your mind.The one you who holds the doorAnd knows when to sc
Slumbering DoorwaysI do not think I shall find sleep tonightIt does not call upon my door this nightNot a single knock or turn of the knobOf this sleep, I was surely robbed.Begainst the malice of this deedJust a single night's sleep is what I needYet mocked I am again this nightTo forfeit my sleep untingled without fright.My eyelids unweighed, too shallow to sinkFor they continue to gaze unable to blinkForever in my slumber shall be forgottenAs I lay in my bed unsettled & darkenedListening to the whispers that call in my wakeI settle in this darkness of which I forsakeMy lust for this dream of which cannot beThe day that the door comes knocking for me.
My Personal PreferenceI don’t careFor pretty heartsI like the onesThat are scarredStitchedAnd taped togetherBecause those are the onesWho have been through HellAnd have the courageTo keep beating
asteroidi.she is an asteroid,collisions coilingthrough belted dressesthat skim past stomachand smoothe her flawsand soothe her faults.an axis awakening;bend like this, flex like that,aspiration reminding herwith angry rotationsthat she is still presentin her heavy astrosphere.ii.she is seeking absolution,absolut and freefallenshe flirts with the night-club lights like aurora floatingjust out of reachunder an ashen skyatlas stained with atlantic salt,there is no hall unmarkedand these nights segueinto self-imposedalcho-asthenia.iii.she strips her face acousticno make-up, no need to wake upan hour early for this adagioaddiction to adding,always adding more to her skinto hide the parts thatgasp and poison her visionlike asp assassins.be quick or be dead,she moves so slow.iv.she measures minutesby an aftershock timeline;stunned autumnal by brickscrushed to powder,always underfootshe's stuck between the faultsas they line straight through her world;iv pie
To The Boys Who Died In Their SleepTo The Boys Who Died In Their Sleepc(h)ords s n a g cadence in codasplaying andromedawaves over tideswashing lives into over timesitting ondeadlines dead lieson the otherside oftimeand time folds like old laundry over clotheslinesfade into two endpoints like closed lines this is ad nauseum not ad infinitum adding sicknessto
Life Hides Lovethe whisper below your wordsis your soul telling methat you're starving itthat the end of infinitycan't come quickly enoughand i whisper back, my dear,that life hides love deeplyin the most painful of placesthat love finds its waythrough the mazenot by looking for lightor dark, but bybalancing and buildingboth into somethingtall and climbable, yetlow and comfortableso when curious eyes risepeer over the wallsand realize the labyrinthstretches into forever,there's something softbetween you and the groundto catch youwhen you let golove is bigger, sharpersofter than what any selvescan want or needit's our all-scentionthrough, above and below wallswithout ever leaving them, it'sour becoming a stationof peace along the way
the things we cannot knowand darling, there are thingsi never told you; like howi blessed you while you were sleepingin the hour before the end -asked the universe to watch over youand conspire towards your happiness, towards you,covered you with be brave's andgoodness and mercy and light,fingers touching your spinelike a rosary---and my darling, time is a flat circleso you are still sitting at my kitchen table,still asleep with your head on my breast;we have already come together like waves,repeatedly, and dark against the sky;you have yet to walk through the july nightto kiss me on a crumbling riverbank;i have yet to know if i will see you again,and how and where, and when
untitled (broken records don't have names)my fingers flutter sunrise butterflies,floating in the morningas it breaks through the gloomthat came post-gloaming.but i confess,i have no graspon what to do with daylightthese days.you were a drop of sunlightreflected in my cloudy-sky eyeseventually you became toogood for me, and i gave upmy waxed wings are still intact, butmy shoulders are too sore fromcarrying this deadweight with anobnoxious, obstinate heartbeatand how are you faring this golden afternoon?you will never answer and yetmy mind loops broken records,asking as if you could hear.light halos the plain beneath my feetbut i shy away from sunshine,an icarus-inherited fear of fallingor just ofletting go.because we were supposed tobe something beautiful, somethingworth falling for(or you were, at least, and there isno way to ask if you fell hard enough)but shattered cds still lie on the floorcollecting the sunlight that idon't know what to do withbecause i can't spend it on you, anymore.listl
Masked Pain Masked Pain Bright eyes, big smile. sobs silenced in haste Bursts of laughter ring out tears stifled within Grab my hand lets dance while my soul drowns in sorrowWe'll jump and touch the skymy heart sinking... sinking ... This is gonna be a blast! don't mind my shattered heart. Can't you see I'm all smiles when really I'm crying inside We're 10 feet tall! though I feel 9 feet under Isn't this the best day ever? the pain seemed to go on forever I hope you had as much fun as I had. I can barely contain the turmoil inside Goodbye my friend, let's have fun again. Hurry! Leave! before you see my pain. Alone... I'm alone now.... Good... Let the mask fall......pain... all there is... is pain...
We will sit awhiledrink up the evening, dear heartsips of;leaves dancing down the streetand dreamers wandering homecinnamon sweethints of a lust for lifelinger on the tonguelong after the night grows cold we crave like the young
Vesuviuslone silhouette in an arctic expanse,suffocating del(e)rium, suffering the sound ofdearth, of deaththe deep breath of Thursday (wood day, would dayever come)white is still white in the cradle of nighttea party for one, brush of lips on white chinaa nib kisses white sheets andfreezesnot to savour, but to cling to eternity frozen in timebreathe in. breathe out. move.notes eruptshooting up, fire shoots though arteries(sp)utter with ashen hands and chokethrough wood smokecharcoal lines the abysseight letters blindsided Pompeii.
InsideI'm living in a coward's worldDying from a dream I cannot reach.Too weak to strive to beI slowly fall into the webOf tangled truths and usurped eyesTrying to break the wallThat I built too youngUnable to find my will.