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Freedom is VanityHey everyone, look at me!
So independant, fun loving, free.
I do what I want and I'll hurt who I will.
You're only alive if your willing to
Who's love stands in your way
Wont accept you because
Are far to immature... So fuck 'em.
It's not like I try to be vain
Ugly people just hurt my brain.
So what if the mirror is my only friend?
How can you expect me to
Who's love stands in my way
Wont accept me because
Are far too insecure... so Fuck 'em.
So fuck 'em I say.
Aspiration of an Oceanic TrunkTwisters in an oceanic trunk
Crinkle a tapestry of pores
By five digits aspiring
To consume as ten-thousand.
Running heeds unwilling tremble
By siege of counted counterparts
Bloom inverted lip filled sails
Arched intrepid axal spine.
Opals crossed by snakes of hair,
Jaw tight with slacked position ,
Here accelerates spindled toes
curled against intoxication.
Hole Spackled Toxic TorsoSliding bars and simple stalks
Grind across a metal floor
Where crates filled with broken glass
Incinerate a static mesh,
All this atop an oil freighter
Is poured down my strip strep throat
While I beg to cure and cater
To keep indebted psych afloat.
Jar of pickled relative past
Fouls spring-loaded rusting horse
Stamp it through a cerebral shell
force hole spackled toxic torso.
Incarcerating first note
Stave menial inquisition
No textbook bypass wrote.
Melodramatic CataclysmSwallowed to the hilt
Of melodramatic cataclysm
Embalming feral tapestry.
Trepedate with non-admittance
for failure to adhere
To a bruised digested fruit.
Hunger to a paste.
Foreclose the wailing ignorant.
Soapbox muffling delirious
Nourishing template of suffix fuse
Grappling elder swallows
You bruise the bound to shackled one
Find the ominously misplaced
Relocated a trampled pause
Asphyxiate viral nuisance
For non-existent future cause.
Taint all that I am, I beg you.
Turn me inside out until I have
Nothing left to offer.
Convert these boyish missgivings.
Entangle me in your web of
Splendor and Disaray.
I long for my brokeness
Sevor my resolve.
I demand my emptiness
Shatter my everything.
You come as beautiful as the wind
Then pelt me with your hail,
And though I know to cast you out
I submit and let you bruise my flesh.
You can have me
Break me as you will
Abuse me as you see fit.
You can't have me
Take your hand from me
You're worth less then spit.
Sex in a CanMy pants want off!
My hips want free!
Only then may I,
Proclame my love to thee!
I'm bursting with love
Of the purest kind.
So what if love
Wishes to grind?
I be a "he"
And thou art a "she"
It was written in the stars.
It was meant to be.
I knew when I first
Set eyes on your face
Which is above your breasts
And your dangerous place.
It was love at first sight
Or so it would seem
By the way my shorts
Are soiled with cream
For what is this "love"
But a pelvic glee?
If achieved at first sight
How deep can it be?
Man chases woman
Woman chases man
The world needs a life
and sex in a can.
Parasitic MemoryPurest phantom from a thousand yesternights
Send me to your alter so that I may pray
And give penance to the savior of my desire.
One more breath to satisfy
This parasitic memory.
Overcome my will,
One more touch to clarify
Your bitter deliverance.
Crashing self denial
Grows beneath a crooked whim.
But ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
And ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
Wicked CrutchI must
Attempt to consume and devour.
Alleviate this weakness
That leaves me shattered disorient.
Destroy and break free from the
Consuming flames of my
Wicked crutch, my
That wish to drag me
Down into this relentless hollow,
Down into this bitter winter
Of your gravity that's consuming me.
Sweet intoxication, bleed not
The anger of my guilt, of my greed
Of my faithless desire for your
DoorsThere is a scratching, rapping... a gentle tapping on the doors. My heart jumps, my pulse
quickens. I can feel the energy surging through my veins as I lay my head and close my eyes. I'm
running through the coradors of my psyche, hoping desperately not to lose that seducing glow.
Dashing in and out, out and in. I see a line, a second, a third. Now a face is etched into my
mind, lines exagerating a bold jaw line, face twisted and contorted. The feelings well up within
me and burn into my hands until I can no longer help but take up my pencil. First the eyes, deep
and dark... then the arms, twisted, bound. I cannot Hear the words spoken around me, nor see the
people passing by, for my entire consciousness is consumed by this precious object before me. The
presence beyond the door that once gave me its gentle beckoning now demands my answer with a
resounding boom echoing each sparatic beat of my heart. Biting my lip, I tap into the bitter
sweet feeling that longs to connect me. The door b
Forever and a dayForever I shall love you
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I´ll prove to you there´s no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I´ll do it just for you.
so please don´t start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let me
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
December LoversDancing within the December light
lovers kiss under the cold rain
cast in the haze of synthetic glow
desperate on a lonely night.
Strangers in the shadows pass from sight,
mislaid tokens of distilled pain
where oil slicks and memories flow,
embrace to escape dreamless blight.
Bodies grasping a moment's delight
only a touch to keep us sane,
breath on the air is all that will show,
unknown faces appear ghost white.
In darkness lovers always burn bright,
untold regrets wash down the drain
a secret language in fallen snow
neglected hearts touched by frostbite.
Bring Me BackFor you
the moon will sing
and wake my heart
led through dreams by the melody
from the darkness I emerge to find you
revived by your own warmth
again I live
JadeCadé a pedra preciosa jade?
Mil Baús abri sem nenhuma sorte
Que lealdade à sua raridade!
Você é como sakura no norte
Encontrei a jade em terra ferida
Afundando nesta areia maldita
Eu tentei salva-la de tal angústia
Mas fui afogado pela maldita
Lépida ela ficou com o meu
Sofrimento, sou sofredor sofrido
Condenado pelo amor proibido
Não mereço este bom amor seu?
Ganância afasta-me desta paixão?
Achei minha paz nesta escuridão
SaltI want the easy love, head over heels.
Shred your bills and head to a white sand shore.
Eat fleshy foods, leave peach pits and orange peels.
Caressing by candlelight needs nothing more.
Live in a sheet of, encased in, good sweat.
Make love wrapped in a down feather cocoon.
Sleep after a chilly sea swim, still wet.
Sun pulls you from bed, talk late with the moon.
Let’s smash all our clocks, burn little black books.
Spend till we cannot afford to get home.
Catch ourselves dinner on hand-crafted hooks,
clean dishes with sand, wash up with sea foam.
I’ll take the hard love, we have candles here.
I’m in paradise, so long as you’re near.
The KeyIf you don't love me, too...
I don't know what I'll do.
I hope your heart understands,
That my heart's in your hands...
To do with as you will...
And bestow life or kill.
Whatever is your whim,
Be it bright or grim...
I've given you the key,
To unlock all of me.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
Falling in LoveCan pages and pieces of paper contain
That sweetest of feelings; do I write in vain?
The ink I have spilled, the words I have spelt
Do not hold that sentiment of which I have felt.
I send out my heart, gone a-roving to fetch
A trace of that feeling, unlikely to catch
And hold on for long to that vaguest of hope
Impossible to tether with chains or a rope.
A ship without anchor tossed on by the sea
Carries that feeling away from me;
A butterfly net with a gaping breach
By which the moth flutters away from my reach.
Far off it flies, but it will come again-
Return it will, though you never know when-
In a warm summer breeze, when the spring flowers grow,
With the bright falling leaves, with the white drifting snow.
Is this a glimpse of a heaven above
Sent down on the breeze on the wings of a dove?
Is this fragile fancy what I'm fondest of?
Is this the feeling of falling in love?
Mort D'eteClosed to the lights
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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