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nothing's Amiss Sep 2015
Still, still, in the silent revelation
of an undiscovered thought,
violent by nature
tempestuous
undertones of gradient succes
mindless tests,
confrontational mess

still the new leaf, lovers in the light of
fright,
the night with milky shades of sight,
sound as still, still, like the silent revelation
of an undiscovered thought

wake to still
calm thy head
the cavities of
unrest,
numbness at best
mess, of mind
tangled thread
much, too much
mild mannered
maneuvers, meek,
passive and complacent
stuck in the basement of
forward moving stagnant
lowly, little steps
descending, ascent pending
for a revolution
jacket too stiff,
no peace from
pollution,
human heart pollution
grey faced institutions,
failure soup,
smooth money,
compelling sandwhich
of gold-toothed grannys
insanity,
death’s locker a
spray painted
noir
and n’er to do better
than sell, sell
the well wishers
a lock of lamentable
whiskers,
unshaven unclean
a force of mean
momentary pleasure
of possession,
empty
and quick in succession
your price,
of niceties
is too high for me
eyes red with subtlety
David Jul 2015
Her skin was as soft as the silver spoon she only imagined, but never touched
large plush lips, shimmered the same, but with life
she dreamed of honey pulled fresh from the comb
water streams like veins pumping through the forest
a lush green veil pulled aside for only her
mother nature exposing everything, and nothing
all at once
in a beautiful blended soup
of love
Vernell Allen Jul 2015
I have returned to darkness because
my eyes fell out of my head
My sockets are filled with maggots
that harvest deep secrets and
scream ridicule to my mind
Larva drill into my brain and eat the images of you and ***** ugly truths
that I am too blind to see
So they slide down my throat like
worms to my heart and wrap it in a cocoon to protect it from your sea on lies that I swallow as I search for the truth before me that I am too afraid to believe
because I hold you dearly
Truth cuts the thin rope that we dangled from together and makes me fall into a bottomless depression
So I will bandage myself with fallacies and blindly fly into the shadows holding
you because you are my light
even though you are not righteous.
Late night free writing
I'm angry
I'm mad
I'm going to rant
But at the same time I don't want to write
I'm tired
And my hand takes up too much space
Everything about me takes up too much space
I'm suffocating the people in my life
I'm a balloon that's about to pop
And they need to cut the string

I'm sad now
Massi Lee Jun 2015
How to be a non-believer
Walked upon the skylines of you sober,
dance along edges.
I never began to know you.
you never once came for me.
or said the things I need of you
Only a comfortable wish of ties
yet I wish for those to undeniably bind me.
to be ****** upon the upper bars
cars go by
and you never came.
NeroameeAlucard Jun 2015
Inspiration is a tricky mistress
one day she's laying down letting you having your way
the next she's up and whipping your chest
with a cat of nine tails
beating you into submission with little room for thoughts of poetry or tales.
So if you'll excuse my lack of writing dears I have a headache that could down Odin or Thor in one blow I have a headache THIS BIG and I can barely think straight so this won't sound as great as I may or may not intend dear friends
so inspiration hasn't struck
More accurately it's been beating my brains in all week
So I've.been gone for a little while hopefully I can create something unique
Massi Lee May 2015
Three hundred miles of skin displayed upon its honorable division
layered upon the fray
bring me in.
I never once knew your kind
they stayed among the corners of rye

Yet I hope to seap you in
Henry Brooke May 2015
Hard is the storm's howl
on the stalk's back,
Yet it stays still forever.

Not thinking, so probably
not Being anything too,
How is it possible for so little
to live this through ?

Cells and acids,
germs and genes,
a natural recepie  
which let's blindthings see;
-reproduction under
the changing trees,
-evolution to suit
new needs,
-harder seeds.

Does it live. Does it know ?
Does it feel when it snows
Will it cry stalk tears
ounce a month at least,
when your sister betrays
that inner beast.

Just a simple stream stalk
and yet I wonder how
it does it.
How it holds the cold,
how it eats away the heat
how it accepts to grow old
and never fall down
to it's feet.

No brain
is the answer you'll say:
Nothing get's into it's way.
What a disapointment
I want
want

won't

Mosquitos, reindeers,
beetles,
moss.
A bit criptic: it's about nature.
Henry Brooke Apr 2015
Anyone there
Things are getting messed up
I saw a girl run, escaping
Only to get purposely hit by a truck
Millions stuck in their feces
Feet so deep down
They grow untamable roots
To feed off the **** in the ground
And then there's me
Stupid pretty innocent fragile me
Eighteen years of fragility
A golden boy of the first world
Born to rule and make it his own
Through three more world wars
Spirit caked with a crud of
Guilt and fear
Mind turned and lavished
By the spear of fear
Which is looking dumb
Which is feeling unattractive
Which is being ugly and sick
Scared no one will ever approach
And touch you without gloves
And a stick.
But we'll run this place,
Sure we will beat the new slaves
Into obediance
Sure we will die rich
Sure our wives will give us kids
Sure our masks will hide our fits
Of terror
Oh the horror
The horror
Free write
Massi Lee Apr 2015
There's these sea of legs upon me. I've ****** my way through, lost love nights, fears stay tangled in my hair. touch my face we haven't lost it all
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