River, Stay Away From MeI am sorry OceanI am sorryI know I lieDeeper than youStanding near the edgeMy mistakes are a bit too manyMy wounds a little too seriousMy passions deadOcean I am sorryThat River has ruined me soRiver,River why do you consume me still?Rushing and making noise, forever onwardBut I stay trapped beneath your currentRiver, will you let me go?Can I let myself go?Can I go home?... I guess not ...I want to return to OceanBut you flow in the wrong directionPushing me towards your backwards waterfallI want to leaveBut,Instead I will be disembowledAnd my entrails stretchedFrom River to Ocean
To Be Rid of HerPurge her silosMelt her brainAnd grow, grow her out
She Stares At Me, And TwitchesFeistiness and Lethality Poured into a Bowl Taken from MeSilver quarters and brown Spoons All my Treasures And from where I SitI approach the girl in her Sweater She's thinner than II lean in towards Her And tell Her"My brown quarters and silver Spoons Were stolen from meAnd poured into a Bowl With feistiness and Lethality"She stares at Me
To My Lover +ErrDo I take the inconceivable sensation of you And stretch it out too thin?Do I suck dry at your infinitesimal being Attempting to elaborate on a dot?How am I to actually love you (or the idea of you) If you don't even comprehend your existence?How are we to intermingle and conjoin eternally When my cognition writhes under intangible supposition? Oh, my only lover Does my inflexible stance of anguish Drive you from my fragile arms? How am I to escape this aggravating spiral
The Infinite WeightWhen one cannot express any wordsAnd nothing can aptly be spokenThe smell of suffocation begins to surface On the shoulders of young artists The smallest weight is placed To test their perserverance and focus But within a few years Their abilities will be compounded On the shoulders of attractive artists Lies the sadistic ethereal weight Where success is at the tip of fingers And open galleries so, so near Nothing could ever seem too small On the shoulders of struggling artists Rests the infinite weight Dragging them down into a useless bog Where all that will await them Is weakness, apathy, and rejectionWhen one cannot express any wordsAnd nothing can aptly be spokenThe smell of failure is undeniably near
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up and atomsflu off the handle of a shoddy public restroomagoraphobic sneezer hoping nobody says bless younobody can best you, you're a work of artistryregardless of your partnering with deities or star historyi'm a carnage spree confined inside a thick domesick tones warbling in alpha patterns; gliitched boneand static muscle atrophy, dashing and yet dastardlyacting like i've actually amassed a hint of masteryi'm a bastard bleeting heartily in clunky formatraising my greedy arms emphatically like fucking horshack0 0 V I I deliberately shake the status quobut never stir it, i'm a gentleman in magus robesmy impassioned throes are part surreal but mostly fictiongetting it up to let you down on solid contradictionthe cost of living and the cops intent on meeting quotasi would rather quash my limbs and cross the seas in seated lotus
magnoelectrumbegging my fingertips to shudder proudand toes to dig in. don't you dare relent.i have been asking to be testedand your half-startsand absent effortare not enoughthis time.darling, my spine is bowed,aimed, and eager. let fly thiscedar with haste holy. extolthe bony curve with sharp, perfectcurve of goals reaped. yourhesitant altitude will meetmy hyperanimate speedand follow,or at worst, shatter.i am a spectrum, awaited magnetically--resonating scents of fresh steeland you ask me to stay a phoenix,quivering with the radiance of precursor suns.you assign me a corner of the universe to set on fireand i weave tales of mistaking skies for schoolyards,breaking tiles for poor shards just to piecesubtle plans and dried palmstogether.you can hold me, lover;i promise to bend you right.
Tango with ideas the wind speaks ofShatter me into a million crystal hellos,and a trillion emerald goodbyes.Reduce me to the echoing of a once whisper,upon a rustic, willow trunks ear.Bleed me into a burgundy velvet ocean,drowning a thousand forevers in its never.Tread carefully around me,tiptoe on wishes and desires,step over long lost intimacies,tango with ideas the wind speaks of.Deconstruct me into a flock of incandescent creatures,hovering over hopes and dreams,conducting the orchestra of sensation,tuning the instruments of our melody.Hear me in the deepest of silences,amplify me with infinite wishes,made upon a billion white specks,painted on a navy silk fabric speaker.Call my name out into vastness,feel my presence unfold into layers, of ephemeral pleasures,attempt to hold me in your hands as I slip through your fingers,leaving drops of myself behind, screaming for a taste.Cut me into a dozen miniature regrets,sprinkle amnesia lightly across me,serve me on a silver platter of eternity,wai
Let's Make A DealI'd be glad to follow You(Just make it an easy path)I'll always declare my love for You(If I can avoid the aftermath)I'll happily walk across the lake(If You'd kindly drain it first)I'll fight every battle just for You(If worse doesn't come to worst)I'll certainly be martyred for You(So long as You keep me alive)I'll gather You many, many disciples(Just start me off with four or five)I'll make all my choices based on You(Just keep me away from sin)And I promise I'll always come back to You(If I know I'll be forgiven)
A Testimony to my DemiseTears flow down my faceDripping down, shatteringInto a million pieces on contactWith the already stained floorTears mixing withAnd becoming one withThe already spilt blood that covers the floorStaining the suface for all of eternityAn unremovable recordOf sin and regretTo tell a history of events pastOf mistakes pastBut for now,it is only a reminderof my sinOf my mistakes and regretsA testimony to my demise
Only You'd UnderstandYou reminded me of my pains,Because you're feeling the same thing.This is making me hurtJust because I know it never ends.Just because it hurts, doesn't mean we can't feel good sometimes.It's hard for one to comprehendThe aching that happensWhen you're this down all the time.Nobody understands the feeling.Nobody cares to try and make sense of this sadness.I can try and hide it,But it's so hard toWhen you don't know how to feelHappiness like that.Happiness without being happy is fake.We need to stick together,To struggle through itWith someone who knowsWhat it is like to be you.What it is like to not know how to control it.
I DAMAGE II HATE WHEN YOU SWEARI BREAK WHEN YOU CRYI PLEAD WHEN I PANICI CONFESS WHEN I DIE