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Touchand given that my life is not so much a life
as it is a void, and not so much a void
as a transposition,
three steps away from the
truth of things,
a smear of grease-paint vision,
given that i have spent hours with
my back on the asphalt spine
staring at the pale shell of the sky and
imagining myself as nothing but the
nothing i saw,
the paper-bone annulment of life,
some misstep between
‘born’ and ‘die’,
given all this, i had no choice
but to throw myself down
at the temple of incarnation,
and say before i drowned:
‘oh lord, save me, for i have
lost it all, and i am floating,
and i am falling,
and i am gone’.
at first i offered him blood sacrifice,
or close enough,
stinging tallies of the days
when i could not remember
what it felt like to be alive –
i decorated my skim-milk thighs
and waited for fruit,
or stars, to burst
behind my eyes.
but then i learnt better ways, gentler ways,
things that he gave me, or perhaps
things that i gave him
AcceptI fall into wretchedness
like lovers’ arms. The sting is lost –
the burning lamps of stars begin to fade,
and soft grey muslin is drawn ’cross the
Hello, I say, and pull myself
out of bed; in unison
the atoms of my bones
are yawning their lament.
The eye of the stormPull from me a hundred
thousand things –
unspool with gentle hands,
you who are so sweet
in the needled dark, cold-foot
and rabbit-heart. A hundred thousand
things: my head bowed and heavy
with reverence on your chest, honey
and flowers and flames of a fire
hot and aching and bright, a fire to
sit beside when the
windchimes jangle madly in
let them eat dreamcakethere is a time for revolution, there
is a time to topple the tsar and his tsarina;
there is a time for dirty air in dirty lungs to become
fire, and scorch away brocade, scorch away dead
flesh. the rotting tyrants:
memory, and impasto-thick
grief, like chocolate clogging on the tongue.
they are inseparable, feeding each other grapes with
shoving, sultry fingers, lethargic and
lolling on their thrones.
there is a time to pull down the pillars
and roar like lions as they smash –
and that time
but oh, the people are tired. the people want to sleep.
the people want sugar spun lies, just a little more.
the people are too hungry for falsities melting
in their mouth – their stomachs ache
too much to storm the palace
this star-crust winter night.
cotton-shirt boy. breathing in
my hair, my skin,
stars, planets, i orbit
you. we spin apart.
i am not
Regurgitate.And she talks,
and talks, and talks,
and she is crisply pressed, neatly
dressed, she is an apple of a woman, beneath
her skin there’s snowwhite flesh neat and vitamin
and my lip wobbles, rot-ness pouring
out of the corners of my eyes, black
inkwater smelling of stagnation, a lake of nothing,
and despair is dribbling
from the most intimate corners of my lips,
from the twisted scar where I fell off the swing
age eight, slammed my knee into my jaw and shoved
my teeth through the wet wet meat;
“but – ”, and my voice is cracked
and young and sour-thick, she tells me it
all just comes down to stress, dear, it’s
kindly she tells me all about how I made these stones
in the poisongrotto of my mind, how I built them
with fingers shaking and throat catching, how I built them
atom for atom amidst rainstorms, amidst
wire fences and the muddy coating
of my own fevered
they’re your babies and
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
the pilot's daughterI would swallow
these paper planes,
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
1:32-1:34 AMIts late
I know I should sleep
But all I want to do
Is stay and talk with you
Even as the stars twinkle and shine
And as the sun begins to rear it's ugly face
Even if I had work tomorrow
I'd stay up all night to speak to you
It'll bring me closer to you
Since you aren't here
With me, falling asleep
Catching yourself with little head jerks
Being here to hold close
It leaves a void
That can't wait to be fulfilled
By being with you again
Fireflies.Take my hand,
twirl me around,
can you glimpse the fireflies
as we dance?
A silent audience,
blinking and providing our light,
the warm air surrounding us
is filled with those lanterns.
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the beat?
We're singing even if we can't speak,
laughing even if we can barely breathe.
Dancing, listening, singing, laughing
all across the grass as we glide
(in what hopefully passes as graceful),
yet paying no mind whoever may judge
for there's only us tonight.
Under the stars above,
through the yellow stars around,
I think dancing with you
would be more like having lightning bugs inside me,
replacing the butterflies for one evening.
Laugh into me,
for maybe it's not my veins filled with light
but your eyes.
Reflecting the stars that don't blink quite like
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