poe-a-tree
cut the rose - so it will live longer
snip it diagonally
(open up the wounds of yesterday)
to let it breathe
(bleed)
life travels through the opened pipes faster
(experience hits you harder)
spread the petals, turn the leaves
(pain awakening it)
but it has closed up again.
Cut it again. Snip it again.
Until there is nothing (numbing) left
but the pretty pretty petals
(dead)
There goes my heart again
Shivering
Like a house in a thunderstorm
Only I
Shiver
At his silent lightning.
Your shine hurts my eyes
Brighter than amusement park skies
Radiating excitement overflowing
I bring this heart as an offering
But upon reaching your cold steel gates
No push nor pull can change my fate
Those around me pass easily, free
My buoyant hopes merely crush contemporary
Gliding weightless smooth cacophony of plastic on virgin
pavement
Perfect peace with the world in milliseconds of snapshot
orbit
Sick little shadow of flowing soul etched with the symbols of a
name brand
Hypnotic spinning of molded plastic interrupted by a learned
twitch of the feet
Summoning momentary flight free from the pressures and pains
endless amount of love captured by human shells, defining humanity.
error: all are not created equal.
an unfortunate tribe wanders without affection, attention.
a lost gathering of lovers drifting from oasis to oasis of jolting rejection and resentment.
teeth clenched in agner? Frustration, spite.
mindless chatter filling the sound waves, i try to cling to its insubstantial importance.
searching for the elusive double meanings, straining the eyes, the heart, a wasteful drain of life.
everything means nothing, caring not for you.
empty syllables auctioning off your memories.
strolling this lonely street
i think, how can i compete
with those love strong and figure fair
sugarplum girls wearing straw blonde hair
a pound of powder can be found
scratched off their waxy faces molded around
mindless harlequins without plot
actors play the role which i cannot
turning 18
morph into an adult
"Your Wings have hardened, why don't you FLY?"
"We're not responsible for YOU anymore."
despair instead of anticipation
hold on childhood
abandoning common sense and chunky heels
"Buy some cigarettes. But don't smoke them."
"Exercise your right to VOTE!"
too bad it's just a number...
Inner lust with/ the depth of a sinner's trust
Simply spread thick/ over fragile melting wicks
Of candles delivering scent/ devoid of substance its existence
lent
snowflakes blinking in and out of existence
no two ever quite exactly the same
molded into forts, banks, melting with sideways
glance from the sun
those fortunate enough to drift towards the northern wilds
snuggle with companions
live a long life, uncontrolled, finally trickling
into icicles
sick of mothers
sick of flirty sluts
sick of fakes
sick of alcoholic HUDDLE members
sick of lies
sick of interim reports
sick of birthdays
sick of love
sick of parental spats
sick of self-righteous hypocrites
sick of you
sick of eyes of blue
sick of puerile adults
sick of immaturity
sick of society
sick of powdered pom poms
sick of jeans bursting at the seams
sick of direct looks
sick of compliments
sick of the phrase, "what's wrong?"
sick of conformity
To be a dove, soar, glide, fly;
Escape from the ground, this immoral sty.
Wide wings would be needed, soft but sturdy;
Flee from the deceivers, the spies, and the wordy;
Nonsense and corruption reign down below,
Few attempts at reason, that misleading show.
The impure dominate all, condoning several wrongs,
Using them to further themselves, weaken the strong.
Kids slaughtering kids, acting without reason or conscience, at
the fault of whom?
Monotonous shades of brown and white determining acceptance or
banishment;
Repeat offenders continuing an era of violence;
Athletic phenomenons living in excessive splendor while the
newborn cradled in a shopping cart, starves.
Anorexic vultures stalking the screens: starvation exchanged for
success.
Money-hungry rats scurry all around, scavenging off the old,
young, and the gullible;
Life goes down in the obscene light of glamour, submissive to
the ravenous hunger of greed.
Gazing with longing into blinding pools of blue
Few can see they hide mysterious depths of a different hue
An invisible smile emanates from your eyes,
No change in expression yet this heart grows weak and cries
This everlasting ache distracts all thought
I cannot look away for my soul has been bought.
One word answers carry such depth
This brain clicking away at the sound of your breath
Scrutinizing every syllable's voice
To allow me to make the choice
To love or hate your soul, your mind
To desire or despise, fate is most unkind
If only i could glance into your heart
And through the truth of your feelings would i dart
And see if my name occupies the tiniest of spaces
Even in the lowliest of your soul's pure graces.
How can i capture this one puerile heart
Singled out from the crowd silently strumming
My harp that glows with exuberance
When he draws near fearing desire's death of
Rejection, dejection, refusal, depression...
*whoa was i like depressed that day or what?*
This adoration sinks in my gut anchoring friendship's
Sail to the ground, hope only of making these delicate
Silks billow with mutual acceptance
Before undertaking the task of swaying love's stubbornly
steadfast position.
Look my way to complete this day
For a chill passes over my heart still
This meek girl seeks the secret to catching your attentions...
Such hopeless intentions
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