</blockquote></blockquote></b>if the heavy-lidded oceanic eyes don't get me,
the dream of flight will.
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echoes of youth 1echoes of a youth abandoned
nowhere sentries stand
just barren flatland
three days longit was just a moment.
a weak moment where i was just only
gazing at the madness of beauty embodied.
and as it were
i stared into the eye of the needle storm
where three days passing
became like three years in limbo
and my body filmed with nerve-sick sweat,
from within a shell of brittle flesh
i could only watch with 72 hour eyes .
bloodbourn pathogenI am part of a worthless tribe
Prozac and nightshade taint the bloodline
Damaged from within we turn on our own kind
No more connection the mind tends to hide
Miscreant dogs we aggress on ourselves
A war no one knows but it's all the same as well
When minds don't like their suiters it's easy to tell
Fragile is the abandoned child encased in hardshell
Three Days Long part 2An hour later, at 3:17 a.m., beneath a speckled and vapor-streaked blanket of the deepest navy blue, I paced the empty balcony restlessly. It was cold out, my breath came in short clouds from between my lips. My eyes kept getting caught in them, dispersing with the mist into the air.
Three days long was not being nice to me. No alternate burst of energy left, just nervous exhaustion. My mind was speeding, flattening, stuttering, wrestling with an awry sense of helplessness coupled with burning rage. Just get me through this last fight and then I can sleep for a thousand years. If my thoughts would track long enough, I might've been able to complete a viable plan to take him down. But as it were, they just skipped and replayed, or just got stuck and the film would burn in the projector, so to speak. Nothing made sense. I'd have to rely on impulse and instinct. Impulse and instinct.
I stared into empty space full of the universe, the image of Auden standing there amidst a
Three Days Long teaserLight. Pinpoints of supple, exquisite light. Convex, curving downward. Mirror images of countless worlds upside down and inside out.
Little lighted orbs in blanketing darkness. It gathered in diminutive droplets on a sloping sheet of smooth glass before my eyes. Millions of them. The droplets would gather into larger beads and then rolled down the slanting shield, with their weight tugged by boundless gravity. Becoming long smears, trails that diminished at the tails, seemingly for miles into a dark crevasse.
God. It looked like liquid diamonds. I was lost in them.
And beyond the fluid grace, it was so incredibly dark. Eyes shut black. A frigid black, like a metal meat locker in lock down. And quiet. Motionless silence. Death before the dawn.
Present but not exactly, the only way I could describe myself was the epitome of severely sparse. My body was numb, the feeling like being in the depths of pyrexia. My mind had all but become a thin thread of nervous thought. Not even thought. Mor
invisible...even if every waking thought of my day comprises soully of you,
i doubt you consider me even once in an orbit of the moon.
Three Days Long part 1Deftly and slowly, I wove my way through a sea of beautiful Versace and Chanel in the grand hall of the Civic Center downtown. I felt deeply out of place among these people. My upbringing was far below the pony set. I was here on business, in the far late hours of a Saturday night in October and thankfully, I managed to blend in somehow. My attire was not grand, but it was not shabby either. Black slacks, black dress shirt and a black woolen waist coat, (which discreetly concealed my .45 and a small armory in my back) all looked good enough to pass me off as at the very least an assistant or bodyguard.
But I was neither of those. Like I said, I was here on business, my target mingling here for some kind of charity event. The post party of a charity ball, I don't know, but I managed to sneak in through the kitchen without so much as a batted eye from the staff. My target, a man unlike any other, stood in this room surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women flirting effortlessly but entirel
We are FallingThe light bleeds through my red blinds
Painted sunrises and sunsets project my very own kalidescope
The colors dance around my bed
Splashing themselves across my thoughts
Twisted and together they intertwine us
The white of my pillows go warm
The warm penetrates our pale bodies
Beautiful and confused, twirling around us
Sheets of red, purple, yellow, orange, pink, convuldge the boarders of my bed
Forests like tie-dye decorate the corners of my bedroom
The flowers scatter themselfes
Distance is relative
Down we go.
The dancers with ribbon keep dancing
even more gracefull then before
The tree's swayingwith our fight against gravity
The mirrors are gone
It's just you, me, our dancers, our forests, our flowers, our sunrises and sunsets.
We are beautiful
Beautiful and falling.
reassuredLay at ease
have faith in
the beggars demonstrations.
Learn how to carve out
that holds rationality
deprivedon't deprive me
that beautiful defiance
indulge my blatant
Still hereI want to claw the skin off my face,
I have few words left to embrace.
I am in agony, stuck in the mud.
I am a washed out
has been that never was.
All I have left is my despair
over what I lack
and wish that I could just grasp!
Torn lungs, pinched nerves,
worn out eyes that feel like
they'll fall back into my skull.
I want to wake from this nightmare,
this can't be real.
I'm still here, please listen!
I'm still here.
War is a math gameIts a game of numbers.
Big numbers and small numbers
A degree of probability
you can do anything to numbers
no names no faces
no lucky charms
no hopes no dreams
of home and love and empathy.
a great game of
Give Me WingsI saw you at the park yesterday and it sparked the memory of the time we played on the monkey bars when we were little. You told me you could fly and I didn't believe you. You jumped off and soared through the air, and for the slightest moment in time, I actually believed you could fly. The sun bounced off you at such an angle my eyes played a trick on me and made me believe you had snow-white wings protruding from your back. (I now realize I was only seeing a glimpse of what was to come)
I went home and climbed onto my roof to take a peek at the stars up close. I closed my eyes and imagined I was floating off into space to try and find you. I fell asleep and woke up hours later to a slight poke in my ribs. I opened my eyes and saw it was you squeezing in under my arm. I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself, eager to make sure I wasn't dreaming and the sight before my eyes really was genuine. You lightly punched me in the side and gave me a kiss on the cheek. (If this was
Parallel UniverseThe streetlights pass by in a haze one after the next
Like military drones standing reluctantly in line preparing to salute
My eyes are glued to the road yet they reflect nothing but a hollow void;
A seemingly more desirable destination than my own chamber of dread
I'm miles away in that bastard land of make-believe
Where I won't have to drink to numb the pain corroding my heart
Won't have to sedate my pounding brain and crumbling sense of self
A place where the torment just sort of...
..drifts away with the burning clouds at sunset
Then all too quickly the sound of metal crushing, twisting, contorting
Pain and despair mixed with Jack and Jim overwhelm my eardrums
My life and my insides rip apart in steady, painfully precise synchrony
My vision nothing but a blur as voices hover with all their taunting
'I told you so's and 'could have been's
Launch me across the universe and all those that lie parallel
And land me right back in this heaping pile of rubble and stinking sulfur
While I na
Anagrams in the airThieved
swirling with apiaries,
as I wait outside
If I could
say anything at all,
Id tell you
how you loom
inside those delta-pyramids
that snack on your pupils.
Id tell you
Id bleed out
the worlds cathedrals
to say anything
that sparked a star
in the quiet knock
of your night.
from their wallpapers,
until my nails, none,
lift their wings
and give them flight.
inside the highest
we can never be
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