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YugenGrowing up is a scam
We are still children
We have been
We always will be
In that, I witness our divinity
It's all a reflection of our humanity
Yet we set it back in obscurity
Misguided, we bring only atrocity
All the angels fear our ferocity
If only we could see the possibility
We be God with the power to create Eden
I hear the masses calling me "Heathen"
Hear me out, it's much more than a feeling
I seek truth, don't hang me for treason
The fabric of our being has suffered a lesion
We are one yet humanity is lacking cohesion
The depths of my soul are running dry
Too far gone, it's impossible to pacify
My spirit's great urge to fly so high
I'm way too tempted to wave goodbye
But my own existence I need to justify
The song of the universe I must amplify
We've all been long deceived by time
A lie told so well it's almost sublime
Our own evolution, we will undermine
If we keep clinging to this paradigm
Entire perceptions, we must redefine
With all eternity we must align
Not lambs f
Soulless bastard that I am..I am a reflection of the universe
And in that spirit I will channel this verse
My tongue is dying with the need to disperse
Words of the mind which my heart has rehearsed
The drugs and booze left unquenchable thirst
To seek out the question…
I'm definitely not the first
Can't be concerned with 'this shit's gonna hurt'
Dare I brave the waters for fear my mind will burst?
Either way I'll be riding off in a big ol' fancy hearse
With reality distorted, we best get it sorted
Alright now it's time we get the show started
Save talks of love, so my flow won't be thwarted
Seems to me like we've all been outsmarted
Lack of a better word…the world's gone retarded
Idiots idolized you'll prolly inhale if they farted
I've got no intention to sound like a martyr…
..I seriously just fucking hate this shit!!
I'm no bleeding heart, believe me it's hardened
But I can't accept that my soul has been bargained
Many in this prison, but who's the fucking warden?
Some vile piece of shit will be reaping this ga
AbsurdHere I am trying to spit some lines
Trying to avoid some generic ass rhymes
This is me fighting against the times
Seizing fate by the neck and tearing up some twine
Blazing through this existence of pearls and swine
Fuck it… these words should just float with the wind
Insane with sanity, I've had it up to the brim
Fuming out malice, I'll erupt with a grin
I've lost all my patience
I live with no regard for the wise or the ancient
The crags of life are always most salient
But to traverse this universe I've got my own navigation
You'll probably think I'm an escaped mental patient
My existence seeks the absurd
Absolutely no intention of joining the herd
Won't be chained to the sky just like a bird
I'll step into my shadow, I won't heed your word
Don't want to jump into this maze
This rat race won't really be affecting my face
Don't give a fuck if you try and keep pace
Fools will all gaze in awe as I fall from grace
I'm all too willing to vanish without a trace
I exist for me and me alone
The World Is My HighIt's as if the universe is unraveling around me
A glimpse of its secrets
Truth within the blink of an eye
On the tip of my tongue
Within my brain
Not truly ready to comprehend
Something is there
Yet unable to express..
The ultimate end is happiness
We are all one in that
We seek that state as one
The return to oneness?
Everything is one in that it "is"
It is what it is
We seek the beginning and the end
Love, when two become one?
Or are we to just fuck everything in sight?
Oneness is harmony?
Harmony is beautiful?
That which we love becomes beautiful
LogicallySo my dear
If we were to see things logically
In a totally balanced manner
That most beautiful
Would captivate me
My eyes and heart would yearn for it
There is nothing in this world
Nothing at all
More beautiful than you
WorldWhy can't we truly be happy?
We are not in harmony
Why is that?
Simply due to "the way of the world"
It's an accepted deviation
There should not be a "should be."
Merely an "it is."
No "what if's.."
Our reality is a lack of truth
Reality sans reality
This reality is a terrible distortion...
Of a once beautiful idea
Hypnos you jerk, where are you??Sleepless nights..
Far too acquainted we have become
You and I
Not quite friends
In fact, very far from it
Companions in misery
Oh how I wish you would die
At least one of us anyways…
Countless lifetimes have I lived
All within the span of dusk 'til dawn
Bedtime for most mortals
Prometheus' flame burns within my skull
Like this bringer of light
Eternally doomed to suffer
Punished by the gods for playing with fire
I must lay awake every night
Searching for peace
Deep within I am forced to delve
Then the dawn strikes
Temporary solace you bring me
You jolly ol' Sun
As you ride across the sky
Yet once again you vanish
Leaving me in bad company
Alone to torment myself
What fire burns within me you ask?
The flames of love and doubt
Setting my mind's eye ablaze
Searing white light
Impossible to ignore
Impossible to sleep
Moi?I am a body of conflict
An old soul fighting with a dreaming mind
Instigated by an amorous heart
Trying to hold it all together
All while this world and everyone in it
seeks to rip me asunder
I'll jump into oblivion
And tear myself to shreds
before I allow them that satisfaction
ClicheRunning on empty
Weary to the bone
Yet constantly in motion
Restless is my mind
Trapped in a maze
Fit for the rat races
Searching for an escape
Fear, hatred, and anger rising
Sowing seeds in the heap that is my mind
Of thoughts best never thought
Peddlers of death calling my name
Offering false promises of relief
Torn asunder, my heart and soul
Irrational, emotional, pathetic
My diseased brain
A hollow man I am
Devoid of life
Darkness fills my skull
Enveloping my mind's eye with a black veil
Bright lights dying
World obscured by a smoky haze
From my brain through my eyes
Realities past are dead and rejected
Times of joy forgotten
How did I become so blind?
Oblivious to the beauty of this world
All color and energy is gone
With nostalgia comes loss and regret
What could have been?
Yet there it is, clawing away at me
Cliche and dull, everything
These words, these sentiments, this emptiness
This life so lifeless, a paradox
Missing all zest
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
RoseThe greatest romance
Lies in your deep crimson color
Your many petals
Softer than skin
Your sharp thorns
Cause me to bleed
My love for you is infinite
The pain you cause me
Is a pleasure
You may be just a flower
But your beauty
Knows no rival
You AreI am the moon,
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
Locks of LoveI haven't cut my hair
Since just before
I walked across the stage
Sixteen months ago.
I grew it out
Because, last summer, you loved
To run your fingers
Through its coppery threads.
That always made me feel
When you left for school again in August,
I couldn't bring myself
To get a haircut.
What if you came back,
And this time, my heart was ready for you?
Mid-semester, you told me that,
While you and your friends
Built your school's bonfire,
It was customary
That no one cut his hair
Or even shaved
Until the structure was finished.
I don't think I told you
That I let mine continue to grow
In your honor, except
I didn't cut it on Burn Day.
When we kissed on Christmas Eve,
You weaved your fingers
Through my silken locks
And made me feel beautiful once more.
I still didn't cut my hair,
Even after you left in March,
Save for the split ends
I trimmed in May,
Hoping to eradicate negative energy
But not wanting to let go of you.
Now it's September.
Epiphanyhearken when healing
from the hurt of love hamstrung
the hander of the handkerchief
may be your heart’s hope
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
SheEveryday that I may awaken
I am born anew
Today I am
Yesterday no longer
New sunbeams heralding in
Messengers of morning
Infinite possibilities born from them
If I awaken
And by the grace of God
Could see you once more
Can I not fall in love all over again?
Every time I see you
With my new eyes
It's love at first sight
My heart skips another beat
I'm left breathless
Timid and shy all over again
Why am I such a fool for you?
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