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What if I was wrongWhat If I was wrong?
What if wrong was right?
What if your truth was lies?
And What If I was blind?
What if friends are foes?
What if dark was light?
What if they told the truth?
But What if it's in my mind?
What if I never know?
What if the time's gone by?
Who knows will the river flow?
Or will the river dry?
Made of Glasswood by the side of the fire
egg on the edge of the table
fingers under a dancing knife
the gas on an unlit stove
a block of ice on the heater
aerosoles on a warm windowsill
a cat in front of a dog,
red rag before a bull
a rabbit in front of a fox
dog attacks the neighbours kid
soldier pulls a trigger
family man drunk at the bar
the things above are unrelated
but none are made of glass
the all end in the same way
like the ticking of a heart
live life to the fullest
live it while you can
because you never know when it
you aren't made of glass
Life is a gameLife is a game. and you play to win.
it starts at the start, and ends with game over,
Childhoods the training stage. it's easy. you're allowed to make mistakes.
if I'm happy, I'm winning,
if I'm not, I'm losing
If I can make somone I hate sad, I'm winning, they're losing. thats how the game works.
If I make you happy, I'm probably winning,
if I can make you fall in love I'm winning,
if I can make you hate me, I'm winning,
if I control how you're feeling, I'm winning
if I make you quit? good question, GG i guess? I'm not sure.
accomplishments are bonus points, good ones unlock perks,
there are no checkpoints, so do it right.
mistakes make the game harder, you might end up with more enemies, or a weaker character.
character creation can be done at any point, but sometimes it takes time, or perks.
suicide is giving up, it ends the game early, and you lose all your points.
the game doesn't want you to quit.
there is always someone winning more, but there is always someone losing more,
ColdCold, Black, Blood,
Runs, Through his veins
Begging, For reasons,
To live, With distain.
His cold, Dark, Heart,
Beats, Out of Turn,
Of the coldest, Affections,
It's cold chambers, Empty,
And robbed, Of all hope,
For the edge, Of insanity,
He extends, And he gropes
The white rabbit is dead
Cold, Bloody, Screech
Far, Out of reach,
In cold sanity,
Not madness, His friend
He begs, For release,
For thought to end.
And hoping is hard,
He still struggles on,
Being beaten, And scarred.
holding onA deep,
love, is something that's hard to hide
In all feelings strong
it should be known
there's a fear that hides inside
you fear for your love,
you fear for your life
and you're feared of being alone
The fear will push us
push us too far,
'till the need for fear is gone
Hold on to your love,
but let the fear go
It's the difference between pain
and letting love grow.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
AloneOut of sight, and out of mind,
not a soul around but mine
one and all have been and gone
and I am left all alone
Search the silence for their solice
left behind in lands gone lawless
to search these sands forever more
I am left all alone
Darkness falls, and silence whispers
And in the night, the sky doth blister
With stars of every shape and size
And I am left all alone
One by one, the stars doth fade
Like wishes, sadly, never made
when silence screams throughout the night
And I am left all alone.
Hopeless and tired I make my bed
a secret heaven to lay my head
where I shall slumber all alone
Bright lights may shine, but I am
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