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?
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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.
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.
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???
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???
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