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Hey, Sky Eyes

Drop it right now
You’re one of my favorite few
Can’t stop me right now
Like you’d even want to
What do I do?
You’re one of my favorite, can’t take it
You’re one of my favorite few…

~*~

Infatuation is a stupid word to use on you

And I am about as optimistic as a sinkhole

But these hands are clumsier as they deign

And nimbus clouds grow brighter as it falls

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It’s out of hand, limerence aching for a getaway

Ecstatic until I’m plastic like dandelion sundays

I can’t be grounded out in the cold, so stay awake

I’ll hide the blush in my skin, if that’s what it takes

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My dizzy head lies in double time, and my vision’s red

You’re too far from home, but that won’t stop the dead

And a half in my dried mouth, so I’ll keep on ad-libbing

Until every disaster hears the conversations still ongoing

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The night is a black eye and the purple moon’s just jealous

As ready set stars in my head are restless and overzealous

And I never have time to play favourites when I feel down

I may be a thorn in your neck, but you’re my flower crown.

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amor infirmum

is it my sin

to possess the

only inconvenience

that reveres within

the acrid chambers

of my uncloying heart

creating devastation

with each sacrificed

detonating beat?

.

and is it my sin

to have basked in

the tantamount pains

and pure fulfillment from

which it absconds in

trite outbursts, yet when

all one can observe is

a dilettante vindication?

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Truth Over Thimbles And Thorns

Look in my eyes, I’m jaded now
Whatever that means by sharing these things 
I rip my heart out, it’s worth my time
Whatever that means, so…

~*~

The truth lies behind washed-out paint and writings on a bathroom stall

If love is bullshit and faux pas, there’s always an idiot to slip in it and fall

Backlash, tongue crash, offensive words censored by flowery tiding’s fine

You don’t need perniciousness but you’re myrmecophilous to my lifelines

Say it isn’t meant to be insulting, your transient infatuation is but caprice

The irony of your cold hypocrisy accentuating your selfishness and hubris

Imitation’s a form of flattery, but not when I’m peddling in diamond stones

Each to theirs, but yours is construct on prevarications, mine is homegrown.

~*~

Share with me ’cause I need it right now
Let me see your insides or write me off
‘Cause I’d rather starve now if you won’t open up…

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My Viole[n]t Valentine

The amount of pills I’m taking
Counteracts the booze I’m drinking
And this vanity I’m breaking
Lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay
With the words you say…

~*~

Pretty lavender plushes

Periwinkle cheek blushes

My Violet’s love, it hangs

In purple poison tongues

.

Her flowy heather dress

And deep magenta tress

Amethyst jewels so nice

Bloodshot sangria eyes

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Just achieve this goal

And pull fast the trigger

To make the black hole

In my empty head bigger

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True, I’m airheaded, yes

But I didn’t ever reckon

That it meant a skull less

And grey smoke in cranium

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The lump in my throat

Growing with my hate

Is harder to swallow than

The titanium bullet I ate

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Violet, what’s my sin?

Don’t remember the wine?

Or your iris-soft skin?

Or the mulberry skyline?

.

Or the plum bruises you got

From when we badly fought?

Or the sweet grape lipstick

That left me dazed, tricked?

.

I chewed up razor blades

Because it had hurt less

Than your kiss, as it fades

Leaving me in a bad mess

.

The rusty blood that I spat

Brighter than fresh crimson

Scarlet rose petals they sat

Thorns stuck in malediction

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Your sweetest lilac scent

Hellish love so heaven-sent

You said we could both soar

Our mauve hearts feel sore

.

Now my hangman’s cradle

Is the only thing that’s able

Now to make me fly so high

Oxygen inhale but a bad lie

.

Though that wouldn’t compare

Violet, to the lack of breath I felt

When you said, so vividly purple

For me to go away and drop dead…

.

…Okay.

.

Violet, my love, you got off simply fine

Your dark wish was granted this time

Now won’t you care to also grant mine

And be my lovely violent valentine?

~*~

Well I’ll choose the life I’ve taken
Never mind the friends I’m making
and the beauty that I’m faking
Lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay
With the words you say
Oh baby let me in, oh baby let me in…

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Ponderings and Preludes III

~*~

ON INFATUATION

My cheeks are pink-flushed

Madly you make me blush

My pulse races horribly fast

But you make my heart stop.

~*~

ON BRAVERY

Dragons and cackling witches

In a magical playing field

The poor damsel in the story

But the golden sword she wields.

~*~

ON LIFE AND DEATH

Living might be my wed wife

But Death, she’s my mistress

For when I finally tire of Life

Death’ll relieve me of all its stress.

~*~

ON BEING SPOILED

You used to be like cold milk

Simply sweet and pure white silk

But they left you out too long then

And now you’re spoiled rotten.

~*~

ON BUBBLES

I glimmer with sheer iridescence

Floating softly without defence

But alas, this quaint beauty is fragile

Once I pop, gone forever is my smile.

~*~

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Heartstrings

At first you strummed my slender heartstrings

And produced a mellifluous sound

Your hands worked delicately like angel wings

Producing harmonic symphonies all around

I wished for your graceful playing to never end

But time proved later not to be my friend

Time ran away from me, and all the running hurt my heart

And I thought that your amazing hands could heal

But I failed to see that from the very start

Your heartstrings were unclinging, damaged, but you never revealed

Somehow you changed, your music no longer sounds okay

And your hands got rougher and my heartstrings began to flay

But your music made me deaf to my own tortured cries

Your cold touch made me numb to the searing pain

So I begged tearfully even more for your playing to go by

Soon your heart slowly hardened, your soul filled with taint

You no longer tugged, but instead you pulled with your might

Impervious to the discord that arose from your fight

And when you can no longer take your shambolic symphony of torture

You grabbed a pair of scissors while I was stunned

And cut them off

One

By

One. . .

Turning my heart like yours.

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