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Verse End Chorus

“But it’s gone too far, your butane mouth will spit me into flames
Sorry ’bout it, I can’t help it, I’m an anarchist in love…”

~*~

just how much do

i admire every

verse and chorus?

darling, it’s lethal

like the catalyst

to a stained disease

and intruders

leaving footsteps

all over my red arteries

distractions of

the remedy dangling

behind the knives

at the very edge

of all my fingertips

dislocating broken bones

hurting me madly

yet i suffer jubilantly

if only for sedition.

and i do not lust

for tactless fantasies

it’s just far too artificial

and segmented

and drawling cliché

for me to take in earnest;

the scissors bite

deeper within my veins

and my blood is far

more crimson than pale

for such contrivance.

this adoration of mine

is unconditional

and a cold withdrawal

and it is sempiternal

as their mercurial eyes

taint my clouds

and crash them again,

affecting a hazier

fog in my ponderings,

painting my day with gold,

disturbing my nights

with daydreams.

though; i do not seek

superficiality, nor

the obscenity, nor

an intravenous

palette of emotions

to fulfill my sorrows,

contradict confrontations,

and substitute for

my own subconscious.

i’m too wasted to

be sober on the lights

of a reluctant soul

i’m intoxicated again…

i stray from orbital passion

yet i am drawn into

each unspoken reverie

and my limerence

is quite liquid and lithe

as it paints the lettered canvas

for their blank horizon.

and dear, i can simply hope

to sell all of my stars to

remain in the cheap seats

wishing that someday,

your songs will stretch

past the universe of infinity

and reach my eyes—

and i’m fervently faithful that

in another eternal dawn,

i shall gather enough sturdy rungs

in my concatenated ladder

to finally reach my melancholy

darling blue moon.

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Misstakes and Missgivings

~*~

PENCIL SKETCHES

Grey lines overlapping past chromatic predilections

Every lie behind your back a surrendering misdirection

And checkered tiles of monochrome begin to collide

Crippling your floral pastels of a spatial spectrum inside.

~*~

DREAMING FOR WISHES, WISHING FOR DREAMS

Oh, he’s the starry boy you dreamt to dream about

The lamplight is dimming, his dark is the only sound

Oh, she’s the sunny girl you wished to wish around

As midnight begins fading, but her sun is rising south.

~*~

MERCENARY AND THE MAN

Jaded tally marks that bore of no prior ill intentions

Experimental humanity, to prove one’s selfless remedy

Jealous carved notches that dug past poor decisions

Hypothetical insanity, the truth of one’s selfish disparity.

~*~

ANTICOAGULANT

I wouldn’t dare separate those traitors from the sinners

The difference is a gradual distortion of perceptiveness

If I were to dissect myself as my blood’s growing thinner

I’ll inject a dose of my own irrationality, when I confess.

~*~

THE SELLOUTS DON’T BUY IT

Attachment is not a currency made to be paid for in stacks

Clattering like calloused dimes worn out with nicked sides

It’s not a tarnished nickel abandoned in a locked cash box

Restricted only to when you need the spare change to abide.

~*~

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dare to care, care to dare?

i know i’ll tell

them to please

just stay away

i know i’ll say

that i’m simply

fine and okay

but i’m a liar

even to myself

all these words

are so twisted

i’m a lone wolf

and eaten alive

buried under in

my own secrets

and sometimes i

just wish there’s

someone that can

see past the show

someone daring

enough to ask me

further, instead of

just letting it go.

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no. mercy.

there is

mercy for

the living

there is

mercy for

the dead

but there’s

no mercy

for the living

who wishes

to be dead.

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Golden Rainbow

saturated in colours

you manifest in alliteration

hazes off my tongue

naïve wish for reciprocation

an adamantine angel

in a matchbox performance

snowflakes in bloom

regalia under silk assonance

hurricane in keyholes

a corona luna synchronicity

mellifluous aspiration

pretty marionette’s liquidity

as under the starshine

we’ll trade vaudeville hearts

entertained clockwork

so splash me with golden arcs.

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ten seconds

i’ll count to ten

until you’ll start to listen

i’ll count to ten

and do that all over, when

i’ll count to ten

make a quiet wish and then

i’ll count to ten

close my eyes, and see you again.

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Liar, Liar

You don’t like me

I’m a chronic liar

A shared disease

Confessing to friars

I’m just pretending

To burn the words

Down into my veins

Under your world

Because I’m so cool

An untouchable ace

Expendable as rule

Refined with grace

In bloodied fingers

And second guesses

For pain and truths

And stupid messes

But the effect is red

With your sweet talk

I will take my cake

And fucking walk

Do you wanna stop?

We’ve only started

So fill up your cup

This battle departed

I’ll be goddamn fine

Don’t listen to whine

Shrug it away, then

Oops, I’m lying again

My guns are blazing

Like the fire I sit upon

You’ll be sorry, darling

And I’ll bask with scorn

La-la-la-la-lies, lies, lies

I’m not listening today

La-la-la-lie some more

Why don’t you go away?

But just smile, my dear girl

There’s some fun in our war

Let’s play the game fair, and

Be careful what you wish for.

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letters to s.d.: fragment #5 {irony}

i ate sh[REDACTED] and vom[REDACTED]ed razor blades.

.

i’m sorry

i’m not strong

enough

to listen to

your words

i know you

did this before

and it fucking

H U R T

so you stopped

for your sake

but i’m not you

i only wish i

was with you

you’re the only

person who

believes in me,

and you never

met me in your

whole life

isn’t that funny?

i can’t stop.

after all,

it only hurts

when i laugh.

.

smile until the pa[REDACTED] turns to [REDACTED] and ashes.

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letters to s.d.: fragment #4 {lyricism}

you sing with [REDACTED] and i fu[REDACTED] and my voice up.

.

darling,

oh how i wish

i could sound

as profound

and as delicately

eloquent as you

when i speak

of this damn world’s

darkest chasms

but instead

i only end up

complaining unfair

and seething

childishly in

maudlin dramatics,

in my tongue

there’s a taste of

bitter spasms.

.

how can i say i [REDACTED]e you?

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[w]ill

is it bad

that i wish

you ill

just so you

would

learn how it

feels?

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