Help me. (Poem)

I haven't eaten in days,
I sit with a pen, nothing comes..so i quit,
When i see the light my eyes are closed to block the sun rays.
I'm putting away the weapon i so long ago had to equip.

Chest compressions cant bring my heart back to life,
Not even with electrical currents running through my chest,
Even in sleep i worry, dreams leave me puzzled in the night.
As the sun seems to go down visa-versa does my stress.

This is a call to all who are real,
Because my lungs have stopped working and i exhaled 3 years ago,
This is a call to all those who still.. feel.
Because I lack all the emotions you often show.

Help me..

My aura. (Poem)

I drag death, with the questionable out come in my hands,
Evidence is evident only to my eyes,
Cuts to the conscience dies in desolate strands.
Yet the truth is floating idle in thousands of lies.

My words are cryptic, only outlined to my being,
Embraced grace, subtracted when violent,
Split personalities confer for the picture your seeing.
Begin the drums as i shout and God remains silent.

Ink blotches mark my soul as accidents tend,
Descend as my aura reaches your chest and stains,
Pain only i can seem to mend.
Because i am constant, and my word remains.

Fall deeper into my hands as i play my instrument,
Let go of your soul and melt,
Never again fall for any fools gold they might implement.
Because i will replace any past feelings felt.

My aura.

Lips of an Angel. (Poem)

I stop at the top of the stairs and look down,
Nights coming but i see perfectly with ease,
My heart flutters and mouth waters as i loose all sound.
And I'm forced to jump just as soon as i hear the jingle of keys.

I land with a crash as the cracks shoot through my spine,
I loose control of my planned silence and scream,
A stranger comes to my side at once as i screech a sign.
While i loose my breath and my blood forms a beautiful stream.
Down the sidewalk to the road full of anger,
A pathway of hate, yellow lined and Godly,
Leading to thousands of wrong destinations but to my side a stranger.
And beside this stranger i lay just as oddly.

Invisible barriers between lives never crossed,
But beside me theres freely given compassion,
I cant believe my eyes not even when glossed.
A horrible world with lovely watching innocence glassed in.

The sirens are down the road coming in my direction,
Yet i really wish never to mess up the moment in place,
The ambulance closer, i see it and close my eyes as if to detour detection.
And as i hear my savior blare by, a smile catches upon my face.

I use my last bit of strength to pull the woman in my grips,
Am i finally holding an angel as i hold my last breath,
And i intake life with the touch of our lips.
And i die just as soon as the oxygen leaves my chest.

The shadow of life. (Poem)

MY eyelids are stitched shut so lightly,
Lids struggling to stay open in the winds,
Truth outlined in lies shines so brightly.
So i sit here day dreaming, wondering if it ever ends.

I wait for existence in the shadow of life,
Nails dragging on the alley way walls slowly moving,
The aftermath of hardened hearts, thunderous in the night.
The membranes of practiced evil, sickly choosing.

A way of living not accepted by the Masses,
With a long never ending list of excuses,
In a city where people and structures were reduced to ashes.
A population of evil that always fails but never reduces.

I sit with my fingers torn and eyes stitched laughing,
And i kicked down the door of death just to see,
Behind the fabric of life i saw a sadistic thrashing.
And the devils face was so happy, but he looked just like me.

The angel of life. (Poem)

I actually have a problem that breathes,
You see the Sky's not dark when its early,
But when the nights done light comes and leaves.
The change is consistent but i cant cope and die as surely.

It breathes for when the wind comes it lives,
And i wait but cant compensate for a fake existence,
Knowing the answer is simple, the truth lies in grids.
I will not dance in rain in any instance.

My heart never beats and I'm cold to the touch,
I'm walking weakly and the sky is bleakly instated,
For my part i stand alone, God is gone is religion seems to be my crutch.
So i guess i failed at expiring at the right time dated.

Fuck your life and the high horse you came in on,
Ive been through too much too loose absently,
Death is obsolete I've waited too long and became too strong.
The Devil will look up at me so admirably.

The angel of life...

Embodied. (Poem)

Electrodes electrify in currents so sporadic,
Never leading to objectives but moving with purpose,
Electrolytes break down to iron that stays erratic.
And the purpose still erodes to being worthless.

The body is an ecosystem in itself,
Brainwaves fluctuating in perfect unison,
And my life's aura seems to cause stability to melt.
While your beings duplicates seems to do you in.

Parts of the brain one can only emphasize for empathy,
And the bodies vivid power of remembrance fades,
All parasites have an opposite but life has no remedy.
And the windows to souls shuts and always jades.

Resemblance requires the minds recall of images,
And in my chest Ive filled a hole,
In dream land i quickly loose sympathy and other appendages.
And i sleep so life doesn't steal my soul.

I'm never greeted. (Poem)

Dead dried leaves,
and i bleed for reasons unknown,
I'm the last breath your life receives.
No king will fill the high throne.
And once again my chromosomes make me gasp alone.
Only mortals seems to bleed..

Allergens leave me allergic to substance,
So i tread water 3 inches deep,
Condensation helps me breathe for energy in present tense.
But ankle deep health doesn't seem to seep.

Bandages don't seem to protect,
Just cover and help with a clean conscience,
Damages stay available to the weakness of death.
Life stays unchanging but never constant.

Dinky and fragile things seems needed,
But i wallop in double negatives, freely flowing,
Confused faces welcome me to the stage but I'm never greeted.
Not even a thousand breaths can detour my constant blowing.

Death to me is accepted. (Poem)

Thermal loss from frost accumulation,
Internal gloss strums across your frame,
Your frazzled brain lets in strains on humiliation.
You drop temptation all the while stains of pain.

Life stays the same and the mental game of gain is lost,
Forever tossed in normal fixation,
Forced upon renovation of the brain caused my cross.
Endeavor glossed for formal dictation.

Your cubicle is decorated and you know your still stuck,
Ill kill before the thrill of life is distant,
Its crucial to stay obligated when deaths abrupt.
Death to me is accepted and i stay indifferent.

My history is dead yet here i am
The light in the world seems to be broken
Condensation decays and i drowned where i stand
How long will the door of life stay open?

Crooked canals. (Poem)

Crooked canals seem to cancer my minds passages,
They flank my system and the first symptom is anger,
The situation goes from capable to cancelled packages.
Forgotten practices redeem the handled danger.

Turbulence in my undercarriages causes confusion in my passengers,
Nose die from 1400 feet, am i supposed to be this high?
Bodies as rag dolls grounded by seat fasteners.
Closed eyes see forgotten maydays with descending fates falling out the sky.

Mental executions refer families to the end of the waiting line,
A dead silence lays upon the room with shared fears,
Respiratory systems slow as minutes seem like days in time.
Fed violence sprouts couples of paired tears.

A simple conformation by signatures insure the act,
Marble walls to rubble as shovels hit debris from pedaled hate,
A respectable title and burial for the lost soul and a honorable plaque.
Tidal waves of numbness and weeping willows at the rest of fate.

The circle stays infinite. (Poem)

Screams layer the land and clouds only condense,
When miracles occur they're contested by coincidence,
Screams screamed with no pain or fear but suspense.
The kind so heavy it slows your breath and you hold your chest only able to clinch.
Or scream, the things unknown seem to be dreamed,
Manifested through imagination but deemed fantasy,
And still in life the real scene is schemed.
Because the feel of the thrill you lost twice and became a heart amputee.

Others being depleted seem to surround you and leave you raped,
History seems to be repeated to many times,
Victory deems the other team because before you scream your mouth is taped.
Progression in quarters too soon turn to nickles and dimes.

On some days the sun rays bring the plants alive,
While on those same days other species die so it doesn't work in both ways,
Which means some must die for others to thrive.
Its the circle of life sometimes with different variables but i love those days.

And while i sound pessimistic in actuality this isn't my reality,
Because no matter the person or personality life cant fit into an analogy.

Temperate Tongues. (Poem)

Temperate tongues mingle and press,
And i cant lick without tasting sweet,
My tongue glides up your leg but not past your dress.
The power of unhealing emptiness needing to be stuffed seems to cross your feet.
Endurance is where my tongue doesn't get tired of tasting,
And like good wear I'm Everlasting,
Kegels will not help you with this problem your facing.
I'm consuming your every drop and my lips aren't the only ones that's smacking.
The flavor is so light not pungent yet full,
Yet I'm tonguing like I'm digging,
In the crevices of your vessel forms a pool.
And slippery when wet is an understatement when I'm giving.

Early snacks are always followed,
And while you accidentally play with your food i stare,
Desert topped so delicately with cream gets swallowed.
And as you lay panting, gentle gestures with my fingers in your hair.

Signed to your name. (Poem)

The sea stops swaying never,
This is my perfect love letter signed to your name,
The sea is me, not me but my love and endeavor.
Your heart flutters to my words and mine in disdain.
Is this supposed to happen?

Your sentences form from lips so delicate,
Physicality's means nothing I'm hooked to your brain,
Get angry bite your lip and yell for us there's no etiquette.
Your heart flutters to my being and mine in disdain.
Is this supposed to happen??

Your lovely,hateful,perfect and ugly,
But i don't judge you and you do the same,
Everyone could hate me but your insurance and i know you love me.
Your heart flutters to my love in mine in disdain.
Is this supposed to happen???

Harmony. (Poem)

The sky impales me with visions,
The sight you see is not what it seems,
I work frantically to stop collisions.
The morning shines bright with desolate beams.

Which means you will be affected no matter your relation,
Or of course the lack of one,
But being innocently affected is not savory and causes desolation.
Harmony of life with a lack of strum.

Vibrations of sound too small to feel,
Yet it runs through life and is distributed, flawless,
Due to human disturbances we start to render and peal.
Yet we walk the land untrustable and undisputed, lawless.

Life stays unbalanced to keep pendulums swaying,
The sun stopped shinning the second the clouds came,
The birds stopped singing as man stopped praying.
In this world i never had a choice, so i wont hang my head in shame.

Dark shaded white. (Poem)

I live to lie under trees dying from the hot sun and no water, but I'm shaded,
I will not be deprived of things i cant have,
With my eyes i cant see things that die jaded.
Even if this cigarette burns to the tip, i will take another hit and i drag.

The night depletes with each breath that shakes out my temple,
And the cold screams in the wind keep me up as always,
The solution is right in front of my face but in actuality its not all that simple.
The screams terrify me, even when its not night they scream on all days.

And i stay stuck here, waiting for the echoes to stop screeching.

The battle that i cannot win nor lose, but i have a choice and i choose,
The thick dusty land around the trunk i lay at drains,
My emptiness is full and instead of withholding, i ooze.
Pain only manifested in the dark places of human brains.

And i lay here, deciding if my once perfect vision will stop streaking.

I ponder past thought for decisions that involve meaning,
And overall i cant cradle this life with such a shadow,
Life in a shaded area causes a devilish stinging.
But then again ill die if i try to live a life that's too shallow.

The color of insanity. (Poem)

Everywhere i look i see absence,
Even past barbed wire fences,
And it seems all life is past tense.
My whole body then tenses.

Is this a prison,
Because the sight is not by choice,
Life is becoming but a vision.
Random glimpses leaves me with no voice.

I cant speak about what i feel,
Even if urged,
I cant speak because that would make it too real.
Hate not dealt with but purged.

I don't really hate... not in that way,
Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell,
The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay.
Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell.

Glasses half full leaves me half empty,
White noise is the right metaphor to use,
Life that's too void to tempt me.
Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues.

Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,
In deep soil that seems too fertile,
The use of life for gain shown so bold.
My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple.

The color of insanity.

Now here's the truth. (Poem)

My heart accidentally stops when i forget to breathe,
It helps me feel cold but sure,
And sure i am when you cant handle the lashes you receive.
Mental circles and insecurities have no cure.

Working only to fulfil habit, you fail,
And i handle my mania so nervously,
Mental caution tape from tries that turned so stale.
An you rolled the yellow tape out purposely.

Now here's the truth.

The truth can set you free,
Life can make you fly so high in the sky,
But don't forget to keep flapping, if you fall you die.
Being humbled and determined is key.

Doing everything plus more takes practice,
Just when you think you might have it the screen turns to static,
And being me, a manic, i panic.
So i sit here planning and replacing my tactic.

But this is what they don't teach.

Teachers don't teach you that others will put their feet on your soul,
Old hearted fragments on the bottom of their soles,
Do they care?, no , they cant care,
That would make them give back the lives they stole.
So they just look at you, with empty eyes and a cold stare.
And just when everyone leaves you alone, your old .
And the life they took is replaced with coal.
And the place where your heart was is now a hole.

The truth isn't always fair.

Hot hate filled tundra. (Poem)

Curse and scream to lobby your sanity,
I need not pain to know I'm real,
Imburse the notes locked in your vanity.
I need not light to see your spiel.

I cannot change you, you already know the truth,
Each leaf on trees signify lies told in stride,
People forgiving for themselves, and the release inside.
Forgive me for i have no proof.

Collaborated hate on can only feed,
Unaware of the mutilation occurring,
Unstable mental structures sending the mind stirring.
Overload of capacities makes orifices bleed.

Return your soul, stop feeding venom,
Only the devil can portray himself as an angel with hateful words and colorless denim.

Don't be self absorbed or blind,
Miscalculation stops the heart and depletes the mind.

Dust dried reserves depleted from warfare,
Empty eyes only seeing the horrible,
Dry iced tundra filled with hot hate created coursed hair.
Its the land of the dead where people still live but feel deplorable.
The feeling cripples, kills and leaves the victims gaze glazed with a cold stare.

Absent awareness makes embedded hate portable.

I marvel. (Poem)

The night turns day with crying showers,
Wind damage and floods the next sunrise,
So much power in the night makes it seem like the sun dies.
Every time the earth shows greater powers .

Dangerous, the life we still Haven't seen,
New species still being found or... created,
Water on fire from the sky coming slanted on the scene.
Past history before us that couldn't be dated.

I am, there for i was,
Sin not payed for with blood but love,
Oh almighty from above.
Only you can make me be.

No amount of evolving can make us..this,
The world created from nothing the size of a marble,
Expanding ever so fast but will it ever quit.
And if i was so lucky to get to the edge what would happen..i marvel.
Sights i will never see.

The days. (Poem)

The rays lay slanted upon tectonic plates,
The days for which i feel bad are gone,
The sexual tension is thick for platonic fates.
The plays for which i stole souls of the strong.

The days for struggle lay dead in my back yard,
Looking at the past, ill pass,
I want all of my cake, down to the last shard.
Hard cake is better than no cake mister, no sass.
A drunk giggle right before the bottle of liquor came down with a crash.
Old days are gone and look at me through windows with bars.

Leave me be, I'm good, i promise,
The may-be's never seem to amaze,
But even now i must stay honest.
In my back yard there are failures sectioned in days.
It took forever to get here but now that Ive risen I'm not astonished.

Squares called life. (Poem)

Squares lay on the floor from what i call blocks of life,
Cancel guesses put to rest,
Stack your pieces and check them twice.
Don't be fooled by those who look the best.

I'm puzzled and forgetful of the purpose,
Build what my main goal looked like,
And puzzled i fore shot, malfunctioning and worthless.
Yield what was promised by The Men Of The Quite.
Perplexity.

Do not challenge when you will be beat with lust,
You want what you see, i know,
You see my life pushing at my seems trying so hard to bust...
You stunt real hard but even you cant downplay my glow.
Ecstasy.

Rickety old elevator, crying to fall,
Lobby full of people waiting to rush in,
Women in the front too afraid to pick up the help phone and call..
In mid ring, bowling balls as bloody men.
Destiny.

The wind caresses life so willingly and...oh,
I love the way it flows so free,
It flows so freely within me i contain the show.
The color of the trees that hold their fruit while leaves try to be.
Expectancy.

Open your eyes. (Poem)

May i trade my cards dealt?

What do you mean no?

Putting aways forgotten feelings felt.

Forgetting the pleasures i never got a chance to know.

Can i sell back stocked ammunition's?

What do you mean only half cash back,

Just scrape off their inscriptions.

This incredibly high level of bullshit has my trash stacked.


Food scrapings go under the table,

There's no desert in this full coursed meal,

Seeing my life will make your life seem stable.

Its important that a person learns to hide what they feel.

Get grabbed from the back of your skull,

With your nose broken and your teeth scattered,

Head smashed until the cracks in the table look dull.

Open your eyes, even if it means getting battered.
Open your eyes like the sight you thought you saw never mattered.
Open your eyes.

The swirl of me. (Poem)

Swirling vortex i will contain your power
And so i did with extreme force
I see the root of man i am the tower
My strained success leaves my voice hoarse

I will power your city with a finger, behold
Indestructible fossil fuel forever powering
Ill replace the shine of pure gold
Howled screams occur with people cowering

My insides crawl to form
I struggle to sustain
outcomes the cry of storm
It rumbled, and out came the rain
It was me erupting not power but full
I'm not mean just agitated at the dumb
Sticks and stones to those who become so cruel
IT seems my sarcasm can outweigh the sun

Clarity the kind only sustained when put under
I will jaunt until I'm picked and tried
Reopen a place i left in my dumpster
The time for which even passion strained and dried.

The swirl of me.

Butterflies. (Poem)

Butterflies hitting windshields in the fast lane,
On the freeway, with my past slain under tiers,
The others die in the grills, leaving a last stain.
This is why my pain is higher.

Travel to and fro your hidden past,
I cant keep up with dramatic circles,
I cant amount to your smitten mast.
As if the blue shy had hidden purples.

The sun seems high in the sky, 12 noon,
But the moons out in the opposite direction,
The truth must had come to the light too soon.
Too fast for creating incidental correction.

The wind cant blow without temperature fluctuations,
Terminal illness for growing situations,
My anger ceases, allowing me to let go of pain.
The others die leaving a last stain in variations.

Crazy banter. (Poem)

Hail falls down on the sun,
Our race will not live, so help me God,
Where going to do the opposite of unloading a gun.
We can only win by using force on this unhealthy pod.

Change the movie, even if hailed by critics,
Watch little Molly get killed by a chainsaw,
An absent scream in a scene of screeching crickets.
She we dead before i watched her brains fall.

Sadistic is nothing compared to this,
I the thought, i hate the sappy,
I like the thought of dumb souls slitting their wrists.
The actually screams make me happy.

I love the thought of readers i might startle,
I love the people who know I'm right,
My effort level is actually partial.
I love the people who laugh at life.

Beauty. (Poem)

Purple pedals hit my face as i walk,
Then flow and flip as they fall down,
The Earths sweet scent fills my mouth when i talk.
But they instantly are dirty as they hit the ground.

Momentary beauty leaves impression,
Upon the heart and the brain,
It leaves you wanting more like obsession.
You can never get rid of the fleeting stain.

The bleeding pleasure that seeps from life,
Beauty is existence that works well,
Beauty can never give you the same feeling twice.
I miss the feeling i had as the first pedal fell.
Or the way the sun looked as it hung above the night.

Everybody feels something different looking at the same image,
Everything contains the trait,
Its easy to get attached, beauty is a new appendage.
But if you look closely, the most beautiful thing is fate.

Battle my brillance. (Poem)

Battle my brilliance,
Show me if my Constance is actual,
Let me know if your defense has resilience.
Because i keep feeling I'm going lateral.

Drop below zero, make me swallow glacial frost,
Please show me who's really right,
Challenge me, destroy me no matter the cost.
Because i feel like Ive already won the fight.

Tribal rhythm beats within my temple,
The evidence is shown through my hearts beat,
My tunes rhythm is changing yet simple.
Try to listen and you'll hear a sharp screech.
Only i can decipher my symbol.

Everything i touch is affected,
In a place below atoms that you don't think is real,
Even if evidence was found i wouldn't be detected.
Because i affect a part of the world one can only feel.

Addiction. (Poem)

My essence is not on the periodic table,
I'm nothing you are,
My presence is not for the stable.
Supernova of confliction from my hidden star.

Do you feel me bleeding?
Black ink as blood,
Do you feel contained as your reading?
The aftermath of my sudden flood.

Addiction of your mind,
12 steps to return back to me,
Vengeance for my kind.
And you love it actually.

I'm a flying fish or painful thunder,
I am the pills you rely on,
I am the heat that decays the summer.
I am the cross he died on.
Believe what you see and remain idle,
Forget the lessons that keep you in line,
Fail to remember warnings in the Bible.
Because your soul is now mine.

Golden. (Poem)

I'm a big tree and a vast forest,
I shade the undercarriage,
I'm a kid slash florist.
I live to raid any broken marriage.

This is a stick up, give me the goods,
Wonder, get lost and stolen,
This is a trick yet you hide in the woods.
My technique must be golden.

Leak so i can crush your existence and steal your being,
Why does everyone sprint?
I take everything from anything I'm seeing.
Even as soon as they catch my scent.

I feel huge, it takes two blinks to contain my image,
I play on fields that scare,
I play with real lives and call it scrimmage.
Life is a game of chess, check mate, you stare.

Maze of me. (Poem)

I'm trapped in a maze
Crash landing and broken bones, dazed
I cant breathe with broken ribs
I once found the hole where the Devil lives
Killing people, making pots of evil and changing kids
Somethings gotta give

I never joke when i feel things
Its easy to be unpredictable when mood swings
Lock me in a cage because ill escape
Its seems that nothing will stop my fate

The windows to my soul seem broken
I write and release the joy some call sin
The ones who know not life
I'm new to this world
I had a random visitor and was taken from the scythe
Given back after being mixed and swirled

Tie me down so i don't float away
I'm above the clouds
You cant stop the man i am today
I'm too high not to see below your shrouds

Marching in. (Poem)

Its 6:44 on the night of the arrival,
The men marched in hunched and suicidal.
They decided the best way to go was to do this,
Bombs and hot shells came in like a tidal..
Wave, from the streets the devils destructive kiss.
All mixed in with a twist of karma hate and bile.

Helmets flew off heads to hit sand,
Bodies soon following, another innocent soul,
Blood moistened the soil of dead dried land.
Vessels pop with screams that hold no purpose or goal.
Life dripping from mouths, the howls of the damned,
Death motivates men to die where they stand.

The war didn't stop when these men died,
The answer was already being screamed ,
The answer was simple, the government had simply lied.
The whole goal wasn't really what it seemed.

This world and me. (Poem)

You breathe to live,
I live to exhale,
I cant seem to hold anything in,
In this world i find nothing i give.
Even if the stubborn stay stale.
I can never loose because i know ill never win.

You turn on streets that look the best,
I walk down roads that lead to purpose,
I cant hold down lies that stay salty,
In this world the scheme is to be like the rest.
Even if to you my choices seem worthless.
I think that practical pleasure is faulty.

You write for people who want to be pleasured,
I write to stay untainted,
You jump feet you haven't measured.
I imagine pictures that haven't been painted.

Unsure message. (Poem)

Pressure strokes bleed through my paper,
With no anger,
But only on the pad i savor.
To me I'm a stranger.

I leak like a pipe with a cloth for sealing,
I'm not perfect so i leak with pressure,
The emotion you see is not what I'm feeling.
To me I'm darker then death in a letter.

The sun shines but the heat never reaches,
I steadily stand in the face of defeat,
I sturdily laugh at the people who reek of breaches.
I stand in a fort not even shame can reach.

My heart shifts not becoming worse but bigger,
I stare at existence in the eye,
I look at death in the face, pull the trigger.
To me i will never die.

The breath God gave me.

Cancel the thoughts you were thinking, 

The pressure in this place can crush,

Gravity causes my soul to start sinking.

Red painted hearts with death around the crust.

I will never trust because i am aware,

Cowards can never cower,

Even the red pointed beast couldn't scare.

I believe in a higher power.

My being is solid like rock of the thickest mountain,

My blood flows free ,

My inner core changes shape from life of the fountain.

My life will always be.

To see me would be a leap for most,

Look me in the eyes,

To grasp my concept would turn your life into a host.

Making you apart of my cause in hope.

I stand below the lies.

Try the tricky geometry i call me,

For me and my other parts are one,

I am the light sparkling on the sea.

Even when dark I'm apart of the sun.

Carbon bubbles up from my surface to show confliction,

My soul will not stand still,

I am outer space, for my space there's no restriction.

But venture to far and i will kill.

I race to a place that's out of grasp,

Will you keep pace?

I find beauty in what you think is trash.

What will you call my case?

Unready to give up things that aren't visible,

Unsure of things that don't change,

Uninterested in places that are livable.

Understanding of things that are strange.

Cant you keep my stride if i sprint?

Can you feel my insides scream?

Cant you avoid the things that tempt?

Can you really trust that I'm what i seem?

You can see me sprout from the ground,

But my roots stretch forever underneath.

You can feel my voice without a sound,

You will feel me even if existence is brief.

The breath God gave me.

 

Everywhere i am. (Poem)

Disassembled parts lay scattered,

Desolation after destruction,

Determined to destroy the battered.

Dabbled in days of discussion.

The words screamed could never replace words unsaid,

Even if whispered in pain,

Deadly verbal daggers thrown that could damn the dead .

Always whispered in vain.

My soul mixes with the air to cause cancered hearts,

I'm not of this world,

My being fixes to assemble scattered parts.

I didn't mean to hit eject and be hurled.

A dangerous landing erased careful planning,

But alive i am,

Tedious demanding encased understanding.

But scattered i stay in dunes of sand.

My fortress inside. (Poem

The borders to my fortress stay closed,

The plague inside must be contained,

I killed the open for the threat they posed.

Starve the tricky to keep thoughts drained.

Hoarders stay free, for they keep me,

The obedient get combined for strength in numbers,

But the observant get blinded for the sights they see.

Multiple births get canceled throughout the summers.

This land will not fail, there is no option,

For used to be soon mother there is adoption.

My colony quickly  expanded as i matured,

Its dangerous to be free yet lost,

My path was finally found, no longer detoured .

And i will never stray again, no matter the cost.

Dire (Poem)

Dead curtains hold still,
Even when the wind blows..
The pain is white noise in the back ground yet you kill.
Even when the time slows..
Hold your breath and try to stop breathing,
Stay busy while trying to act okay,
You will never get rid of the wound that's bleeding..
Because you try to choke back tears through out the day.
Play strong , the past is hard to die when the pain is still alive,
Even though on the inside you beg and plea,
Your feebly thrashing, its hard to live when your helping enemies thrive.
Your hearts being crushed fifty feet below the sea.

Free fall, walk backwards if it helps you move ahead,
Pursue happiness even if you have to run through fire,
Blurt sentences even the ones you left unsaid.
But you do nothing, and your laughs so dire.

Ladle drops of pleasure by falsifying emotions,
Drop dead where you stand if you stray from the path,
Sink emotionally through the earths core under the oceans.
And accept the fiery red wrath.

Sadistic. (Poem)

Permafrost for dead hearts,
Waiting for someone to take one swing and shatter it to pieces,
No blood drops just black shattered parts.
Broken from the dark unchanging creases.

Mockingly I smile and wait for signs of pain,
You stare at my snare watching in disdain.
The sensors then start to work in your brain..and now your in trouble,
You Do not fall, I'm surprised, but over.. you double.

The walls start to close in which seems to make it worse,
I love to watch people plummet and i laugh when they free fall,
Smile, as they hit rock bottom and cannot scream nor curse.
Remember that hate is constant, while love seems to seesaw.

DON'T fuck with me,
I'm unpredictable and verbally violent,
But I'm actually learning to be nice for you luckily.
All the while i still have trouble keeping silent.

But i do enjoy this, I want to see the pain you mill through
And when I'm through, I'm done, and I hope the pain kills you.

Sadistic

Like long-leafed i stem.

Sticking to the winds i dissapate,
I must not be found,
No breath while you imatate.
Fog.. over the ground.
You can never cradle my existance,
Im forever expanding,
The only defence is resistance.
With juvenile reprimanding .
Im crashing in bushy restricted area,
Repairing scars and joining lessons.
Repairing trench ground and hysteria,
I'm trashing and disarming weapons.

Customers could never tamper...

I will not trip on rocky gravel,
Like long-leafed i stem,
Or disappear when i travel.
I will never sink nor swim.

Customer service with no answer...

One drip of my forever, will replace your eternity,
Learn to be the best or try,
Finesse in thinking takes taciturnity.
Learn to deal with life or die.

The depth of me falls deeper than the Earths abyss (Poem)

I see myself in the mirror, no reflection.

Watching with no sound

I change my road everyday, no direction

Confliction on redirecting images snaps me back before i hit the ground.

I can breathe when i want to, i need not air

My heart moves never

Even if i die from lack of, you need not care

Which is even better



When i die ill be remembered

Even in sleep I'm missed

In sleep my mind is gone and dismembered

When i awake I'm pissed.



I can feel the Suns rays hitting my face

Still there is no life in my space

I crave a taste but fulfilment's not found

And as quickly as i started i stop without sound



I lack the light in the room that watches

Scream in rooms that's meant to silence

Even when gunshots end with blotches

I laugh in the face of violence

The depth of me falls deeper than the Earths abyss

Electric chair. (Poem)

She choked for 48 seconds straight,

All the while her skeleton snapped and locked before she started to dissipate.

Eyes rolling to the back of her skull without struggle,

If only her restraints would start to cooperate.

The closed mouthed screams seemed to defeat the purpose of the muzzle.

All the while her eye contact was fleeting,

And as her heart stopped beating the watchers started to leave their meeting.

As if the occasion was subtle.

The pain and the struggle was ended by one second of death,

And as the watchers stared grim there was relief in the room as the air escaped the hold of her chest.

Emotional cap. (Poem)

If you look in my eyes you will be confused yet mesmerized

Dark with no color yet full of life

if you look at my heart you'll think that my body withered and died

old crevices darkened and covered with ice

My teeth stay clinched so tight they begin to hurt

even when the pain is unbearable

A quickened pace leave disturbances within my shirt

disruptions of thought are terrible

i search but i cant find the feeling of being.. alive

My mind spins in every other direction

When will the sanity promised by youth finally arrive?

Lessons forgotten start the ripple effect with issues of digression

Sweet contradiction. (Poem)

Ill never leave you,..no never
But ill be gone before the sun has a chance to rise
I could never hurt you,...no not ever
But ill laugh at the tears that fall from your eyes

The soul you despise is the soul that's my prize
Forever hindering.. to the point of demise

I care about what you have to say
But ill never look at you when you speak
Tell me your aspirations please i need to know the way
But ill fail to continue promises through out the week

Sweet contradiction leaves hypocritical situations in suspicion
And while reassuring bullshit may get you through the day, it also often leads to conviction.

Punk (Poem)

Punk
Hidden messages behind walls of laughter
Innocence and insecurity becoming beauty much...after
Laughter laughter with bags above the sky
Frustration never stated but captured with a solitary...sigh
Lined eyes and nice tries always evolved
But adolescent pain must be boxed and resolved
Love always existing even when kissing
But even now still something must be....missing
Boise potatoes could never contain the spunk
And that’s why I always called you punk.

Roses with no smell. (Poem)

Discomforting form a sign of neglect,
Destructive deviant locked in a safe,
Disarming conversation divine by respect.
Damned device docked in a case.

Roses with no smell,
Hardened to resist the fire,
The walloped and drifted in hell.
Soft and dead, distraught but dire.

Liquid intimidation. (Poem)

Desert storm in raining thunder,
Rain forest water on drowning leaves,
Blinding painter painting to plunder.
Acid rain slung from dying Reeds.
Science fictions facts stay alive,
Believing the bulk bubbles from loosing,
Easy it is to fall, courageous to dive.
Becoming who you want is as simple as choosing.
Beating the dough to watch it all rise,
Being who you want is easier than refusing,
Pull off the wool covering your eyes.
Being a drug is as bad as using.

inconvenience (Poem)

Verbal massacre for the proficient passenger,

Accidental plurge of words.

Interesting choice of words for the erbal manager.

Abnormal surge of verbs.

Belligerent man spoils your plans,

Adjacent urge of violence.

Inconsiderate spam all over your hands.

Accusing use of science.

Boiling batter all over your matter,

Accidents tend to occur.

Spoiling chatter ascending to scatter.

Atroshishness covered in fur.

Boggled brain. (Poem)

Supposedly mania is incredibly adorable,
Screaming chaos stays likably vexed,
Swarming light bulb moments dreadfully deplorable.
Saturated facts stay covered and hexed.
Dependant soul from beating heart,
Recessions of breath payable by choice,
Boggled brain by bloodied part.
Depressions of chest playable by voice.
Cris-crossed decisions aided by love,
Prosperous incisions audible and hoarse,
Mitch matched divisions distraught by drug.
Perplexities evident by the unsolvable source.

Screams to be helped. (Poem)

I can do no right besides being wrong,
My words are like screams to be helped,
I make no flight except to the same song.
My verbs are words yelled but turned yelped.
I hate everyone, leeching selfish holes,
Take what i have to offer then drowned in turn,
Self feeding, inbreeding devilish souls.
Its selfish to want more than you offer in return.

Controlled space (Poem)

Lost in outer space no expression on my face,
Lost in inner space all expression in my space.
Loss of taste, being crossed in caution tape,
Left in shape, left in distance just in case.

Rubber band thoughts in opposite directions,
Persecuted pirates for correctional inspections.
Becoming who i wish for intrusive professions,
Still passing hidden test trusting accidental perfections.

Lethal liberty for my growing pain,
Lovely lilac still glowing from rowing rain.

I feel like shit. (Poem)

Let it go!, breathe please breathe,
Corrected crooked thoughts, blood on your sleeve.
CPR on the hard wood floor,
3 paramedics rush the front room door.
"Clear!" screams the first medic,
No response from the heart,
3 more times with no credit.
Electricity still not playing its part.
At 3:00 the body stays still,
3 days later the founder is charged with the kill.
3 fingerprints of the founder on the knife,
Battle slashes and a struggle left the victim stabbed twice,
3 lawyers no witnesses, ... 25 to life.


(3+3=6 3+3=6 3+3=6. 666)

Inside spunk. (Poem)

Reality sometimes switches to fantasy,
habits like heroin have it to feel,
Try obsessively until it turns to manically.
Battle the brilliance until you dream it real.
Leave lungs until there's anxiety,
Play patience until you crack,
Happy and suicidal, always a variety.
Happy hearts tumble till black.
Flames over turmoil makes your insides boil,
Ice over water makes your top layers freeze,
Insides charred so your heart starts to spoil.
Confusion occurs and you fall to your knees.

Ungreatful? (Poem)

You got everything you ever needed,
You beg and pleaded until the plant was seeded.
Stay with regular , prevails with curses,
Play with predominant pills and cutesy purses.
The perplexed pixels started the charade,
While blood dripped syllables paralyzed the brigade.
Future drama with blunt force trauma ,
Unsure coma for your four doored Honda.
Unmeasured hope fails to make you cope,
So here's a rope lets see you choke.

Distraught. (Poem)

Conforming to chaos, willingly,
Battling the bulge, thrillingly.
Transfer to temperate, temptation,
Period like points, menstruation.
16 feelings in bags hung string to ceiling,
18 thoughts struggled to stay from sealing.
32 wishes never divided by time,
Negative 50 seconds, time is something we can never confine.

Found turning point. (Poem)

I see the soul behind your eyes,
The person crumble, crawls, and dies,
I see the truth behind your lies.
Huddled in the corner.
I see your heart and darkened soul,
Its cooked and cracked in blackened coal,
I am the life you thought you stole.
Hateful little performer.
I see the beauty flowing right from your skin,
Perfect portrait picture steadied from your grin,
Partnered metamorphosis captured from my pen.
Humbled little transformer.

Double the fun. (Poem)

Shaky Shards cross the sand,
Rocky Roofs trumps foundation,
Sturdy Strands tie the land.
Rickety Riddles ends sensation.
Measured Molecules daffodil the cradle,
Closely Covered in tender ash,
Persistent Pleasure renders you able.
Easily Eaten with coffins of glass.

I'm going to die if i don't get to speak to you. (Poem)

Distribution of thought, the mind never struggles,
Stress popping spheres like forever kept bubbles.

Pinnacles or peaks, like the equation cascaded,
Tricks are getting old, like timeless rocks bashed jaded.

Complexities simplify when time crusades,
Venom can only contaminate once the soul persuades.

Thought is a concept of reality yet to be reached,
Truth before trial is a lesson that remains to be preached.

Confusion concurs after the mind gets swallowed,
Contusions of the soul occurs after morals stay hollowed.

Creativly said. (Poem)

The quicker the sticker, the faster the pinch,
The older the water the thicker the stench.
Turning to triples jiggles the riddle,
Earning the nickel pickles the giggle.
Changing to two's exchanges the dues,
While stirring the stews rearranges the clues.
Certain perplexity cannot be regarded,
Like how the sands slow and the struggles just started.

Dear Dr. (Poem)

Having to write this is very intense,
Leaving out clues placed due to suspense.
Cracked out of fury my heart cracks to clinch,
My mud encased spot lacked the knack to rinse.

Speaking out factual, Its what i never figured,
Thinking of the actual is what clicked and triggered.

Picking up the pieces, its just as hard as dropping..
Learning when to place them is twice as hard as stopping.

Bluntly put. (Poem)

Little ignorant droids,
Empty absent voids.

Superficial brainwashing still remains,
Determined cycle stealing brains.

Conscience left alone,
Helpless little clone.

Cold cake turned crumbled,
True hope stays mumbled.

Painful pleasure wins again,
The Devil displays his painful grin.

Im pretty exited about it. (Poem)

Tongue twisting revelations leave you breathless,
Having it happen to hardened hearts,
Frisky impulses leave you reckless.
Crafted from the scattered parts.
Blowing winds turn to block the path,
Like smashed beliefs in the wind ,
Detoured senses tumble the wrath.
Like beginning at the very end.
Flowing from the pen of fuel,
Glowing like the dirty deeds,
Bless the blood so gripped in cruel.
Help us forget about our selfish needs.

Psychotic deliciousness. (Poem)

A bug just crawled across my page,
A flood just came across my rage.
A sea of blood just stalled and stalked across my wall of sage.
The perfect riddle couldn't construct the giggle,
The giggle of maliciousness is extra destructive,
Psychotic thoughts like a million marbles stray very little.
Whistles of deliciousness is extremely productive.
Gristle crushing to a thousand pieces comes fast,
Human waste like his first intake was his last.
Old skeletons die slow.. corrected by conviction,
But then the souls turn blue like the sky or purposeful throat constriction.

Cascaded. (Poem)

The water turns warm,
I severe the storm.
Creation interpretation turns bleak and torn.
I see the enemy, hes in my face,
He never leaves his spot and stays in place.
With every line, i pay with taste,
Silk wouldn't shine without the haste.
Cascaded
Unbelievable being the feeling isn't mutual,
The thought of someone equal is progressively unusual.
Inconceivable seeing the thought is actually frightening,
Seeing cracks in the dark makes the heart beat start heightening.

Plead the 5th (Poem)

Walking in the store of hate,
The options include banter, adolescent boys , or rape.

Rape being the chosen choice...
The problem included not one drop of moist.

"93 year old victim suffers from forced entry and strangling,"
"Victims head was also found in the closet dangling."
"Three cuts formed the letter "M" on her chin,"
"The loss of lips made the victims face grim."

Easy inspiration. (Poem)

The metamorphosis evolved from beauty to more beauty,

Me and the beauty's soul connects like rock on a Ruby.

She inspires my flame like wind on a fire,

Inspiration for better like dots to the letter so our passion just keeps growing higher.

Shes "H" to my "O" or wet to my dryer,

As well as important to me like bark on a tree so our relation will never expire.

Tricky vision. (Poem)

Thinking the vision came into focus,
Tricky tendencies tend to bleed,
But in submission came a Locust.
As if empty vessels learned to need.
Once a seed, but now a riddle,
Arrest my life, cut the cord,
As if the leak skipped the dribble.
The only tie I can't afford.
The turning point skipped, you have no choice.
Opinion not needed, you have no voice.

Old anger (Poem)

I'm going insane, inside of my head
Nothing to do but wait like the dead

Dreadfully driven just for the worst
Randomly picked then kicked and cursed

Still out of my head but in my seat
I'm sick of these lies and all the deceit

I'm sick of this poem I'm sick of this sin
I'm sick of these bastards indulging in sin

After all, Your name is Jessica. (Poem)

Just the thought itself makes us shiver

Especially when we hate..

Since the wind left the winter…

Sour cold glances make you brake.

Increasing intensity your blood so starts to boil.

Concocted from the point from which your soul started to coil..

After all, your name is Jessica.

Truth be told.

Down to the atom or molecule
Lies a problem or obstacle
-TERMINATION OF THOUGHT THE POEM STARTS OVER
-THE POET SEEMS QUIET AND THE WORDS COME SLOWER
Down below the dust and grit
Lies a heartless self indulged pit
-CRITICAL MASS HAS JUST BEEN REACHED
-SYSTEM FAILURE, THE CREATIVE BARRIER HAS JUST BEEN BREACHED
Down to heart in soul-less bodies
Our brains are dead like empty lobbies
-SO LOCK ME UP IN A WARD
-FOR THOUGHTS THE WORLD CANNOT AFFORD

Relations.

Cycle switching from love to hysteria,
Together we rule, divided we fall from criteria.
The things we feel form deepened emotions,
Deeper than the abyss in soaky blue oceans.
Our equation equates from love to lust,
Not even cheap hookers can question our trust.

Your pleasure first. (Poem)

Your quickened haste and reddened face,
Turns to perky points and moistened lace.
You close your eyes the room goes dark,
Sensations heighten your breaths are sharp.
You feel the things you want and need,
You sigh and growl, then beg and plead.
My lips on yours the time is here,
Shake and shudder, as I sooth with kisses behind your ear...

Im frustrated.

The problem with the world is no one uses their heads. I'm so sick of people jumping to conclusions and going off with wild ideas like, " hey i don't like the color of your skin imma kill you now." Or better yet people who assume. People who assume should be shot in the head for assuming they would live a long life. I'm sick of people punishing others for assuming the future.

P.S Dont do it.

Liquid Death. (poem)

You drink the liquid-It leaves you hollow,
Cough and choke-Try hard to swallow.
Your choice is made, The liquids glide,
The choices cascaded to liquid suicide.
Your death is marked, and written in text,
But your life is forgotten, now on to the next.

The steady stays stern. (Poem)

The angry or giddy, we pity for pride,
The pittier's or prettier's all laughed …till they died.
The evil stay steady while looks are ever deadly,
The steady... the steady stays stern.

The successful are stressful, success equals work,
The successor’s or professor’s all squeal … to the dirt.
The conscious stay steady while thoughts are ever heavy,
The steady... the steady stays stern.

Its not as bad as it seems, (Poem)

Like crooked thoughts and savored feelings
Or tire tracks on flavored ceilings
The things i see look different from yours
Like old ass holes, or sufficient young whores
Innocence is lost once eyes are wide,
With double murders, rape, or genocide.
The sights not evil, there's fun to be had.
Like babies with siblings, your uncle or dad.

Dont speak. Respond.

I hate when people are talking to one another and its obvious one party of the conversation doesn't care about the other parties opinion. It always feels like the rude party just agrees with the other party just to shut them up so they can go on to their next point.

Conversations should consist of statement, response, then switch. A conversation should build and conclude into a higher achieving conclusion. At the end of all talks each party should leave with a better understanding.

This is what i think.