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Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
Hanging from your words
Like Jon Wayne Gacy
Over the concrete slabs of Babylon.

The women and children gather in the square
To celebrate the suicide of a totalitarian.
We've seen it before, but this time
In your arms
It will never repeat.

Endtimes. Nagasaki.

Why can't we lie here until paralyzed?
Let's just stay here until it's televised
As a sit-down strike against stars undefined
Communism capitalized, now I can die.

Living is over-rated
I want to get lost
In your chest.

I want nothing more than
To be crushed
Slowly
By the force of your thighs.

Lost in the raspberry tinge of a sigh
Swimming til drowning, til choking alive
Treading blood limply, floating inside
Dead in the river of your bloodstream.

Taken by rapids
To disintegrate
In your eyes.
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
Sun shimmering highway violin
The eyes of her like clay painted porcelain
The air dry and frosty like moon-dried paint
A face drawn downward into the sand

Centering around the spaces between sounds
A great white somersault and then we lie down
It’s almost hard to sleep when you’re there next to me
It makes me breathe uneasily it makes me want to dry up

Worrying about your preference is way past pointless
A smile so simple and words becoming useless
Thoughts melt and blend into perpetual transcendence
Other people end in infinite dependence

Your voice is so refreshing in a setting so unsettling
A world unforgiving, and yet never forgetting
Concise and not faltering by around-the-bush beatings
All irrelevancies bleeding and restlessness receding

To come at such a time as this is divine.
All I can say is Thank you
For being mine.
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
I remember when we would lie around all alone
Laughing about nothing at all.
Digging our faces into each others' collar bones
Now that's only leaves in the fall.

How I wish that I could see inside your talk bubbles
How I wish that we could rewrite them.
Tonight was beautiful, but it eventually became rubble
I hope you never fully get over him.

Rose, you juxtaposed me, I suppose we were in love once, though it had to end.
Grow, let us slowly, become wholly, and nothing less than the best of friends.

The world I used to know was enough to make me suicidal
But you have opened my eyes
I want to make a recording of your lovely voice on vinyl
Telling me the beauty outside.

You were an ocean and I was letting myself drown
Without breath, I know I'd find you.
To end it all and become part of your underground
So I would always live inside you.

Rose, you juxtaposed me, I suppose we were in love once, though it had to end.
Grow, let us slowly, become wholly, and nothing less than the best of friends.
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
When the car pulled around the corner, I lay face down in the snow
Eating my burning tears, letting my fear grow.
The headlights stung my eyes and my hair was way too long
Dark in the freezing white, everything was wrong.

Hand in the back of my hair, you dragged me up to the curb,
Told me to open my mouth, and gave me what I deserved.
As all my memories sprayed all over the concrete
I thank my lucky stars that you haven't shot me!

It never stays in! After I finally swallowed it all!
It just comes right back up! We're so ******* small!
Justice will swallow everything!
And everyone!
If I have anything to say about it!

My head devoured all of my friends, but it's okay
I may never come back, but at least I'm never away.
My wrists will always be slit, figuratively
But in the end I will have no enemies.

It's so strange the way we can't just get past this
It seems there will always be tears in our last kiss
Everyone wants to go back to the way that it started
Before the swollen eyes and the truth, departed.

It never stays in! After I finally swallowed it all!
It just comes right back up! We're so ******* small!
Justice will swallow everything!
And everyone!
If I have anything to say about it!

Everyone wants to go back to the way that it started
Before the swollen eyes and the truth, departed!
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
I carried her into my house
And I didn't want to wake her
So I carefully ripped her blouse
And removed her rare fur.
I was hungry for pleasure
So I ripped everything else away,
Opened her up and loved her
The tears in my eyes eating me away.

Suddenly, I nearly jumped a mile
When she slowly opened her eyes
And she grunted and they grew wide
So I held her words inside.
Quickly, I showed her my fist
And she replied by softening up
I remember that I was ******
And stopped early, for I was drunk.

She thought her ride was done
And I could see she wanted more
For she was crying to the set sun
But I had none to give her
So I had her sit still and quiet
And went across the hall to
The kitchen, grabbed the knife
And came back to the dark room

The skin was begging for my bite
I decided I had to make it right
And her heart was velvet in the night
Her blood had a taste of great heights.
I was done now, and so was she
But the remnents were a sad sight
So I threw them in and let them freeze
And smelled her soul in the night.
Um... I'm not a ******. Just from the viewpoint of one.
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
A [R]ainbow [E]cstacy [U]nderneath [M]e
Such beauty in the colors that I see
Because in this crowd of gray uniformity
You're my daily dose of purple and green

Come find me
I'm hiding.
Let's play
I'm deciding
On fighting
Or flying
Or spying
Or dying.

Come play dead, be my glorious Mrs. possum
Where we'll strip the snakes skinless
And wash ourselves in this river of red
Endless red, it's all I see, besides you and me.
Three orange suns set to raise a yellow one
Bringin green grass back to who are shunned
And blue skies will forever grace our face
As Equal Lips lock in this endless purple craze.

What's this, my dear?
You say I missed something?
Indigo, you say? Oh no, no, no.
For indigo was the color of your hair.
Ryan Bowdish Aug 2010
A paradigm that changed everyone.
Loving you in my own mind
Following you through my life.
Senseless lust: a twisted crime.
Did you see your own face
Buried in heaven?

A hidden tape shown to everyone.
Seeing life through your eyes
Following death in my time
A revolver: My greatest find.
Can you see your own face
Buried in heaven?

[Bridge:]
You've shown me your voice
Through the style of madness
Our death will be solely my choice
Despite our shared sadness

A desperate heart like everyone's
Feeling madness in my fingertips
Feeling your tongue between my lips
A bomb: Your one-way ticket.
You'll soon see our faces
Buried in heaven
This is about a man who killed himself and tried to send a bomb to Bjork so he could be united with her in heaven.
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