Loneliness

Sometimes it hurts,

being all alone

and just wanting to

feel something

anything

 

The lonely heart

bleeds across the precipice,

wanting you,

needing you,

but you won’t listen

 

You don’t want to,

Just can’t bring yourself to

listen

and admit you’re lonely

because it hurts

 

I know that hurt.

 

(The hurt you cannot

feel or notice,

because I am nothing

to you)

 

Maybe though, someday,

we could be

lonely together

 

Advertisements

The Night

Night time,

City sleeping

Cool air, clouds drifting, where

The crisp white devil casts its

luminous eye on the scene

 

But night isn’t your time

with your drunken forays

through dead end streets

 

Where you all fuck each other

senseless, hoping to feel something,

anything, to make the dullness

less sharp

 

It’s our time

 

We roam the nights,

we work our hands,

we make the miracles

and the things of which

you dream

 

For what hope would you,

trapped in your daily hells

and mundane lives have, if you

could not dream

 

Dream of the heavens we build.

 

There are no kings.

They are dead.

Long live the kings.

 

There is no god.

He is dead.

Long live god.

 

There are no men.

Man is dead.

 

There are only us.

We rule the night.

The darkness shrouds

us, and holds us like

its lost, guarded children.

 

For there is only the night.

And we define it.

This One Goes Out To…

You. Yes, this one

is for you my friend,

you who stole my heart

 

I love you, for showing me

light, hope, and care

 

But I hate you, and the way

you left me here

 

You lied, and made it all peachy

you went and fucked another guy,

and fell for that green boy instead

 

Every time you long for him,

it hurts, ‘cause I can love you better.

He is there, ignoring you, having used you up

just for an occasional lay. Nothing more.

Yet I’m here, hoping you

will see me again;

 

Wanting to taste your lips again

Wanting to know your skin again

 

I want to hold you again.

 

You left me,

a cadaver for the crows

to peck at and eat out,

leaving me in the

tense void of calamity’s trigger,

to slowly be consumed by hate

 

Do you even give a fuck?

Do you give a damn?

I should give up,

because you will never want me

again

Just Another

Harmony cracked; The vile cascade on the dead

Hollywood mission, where the streets

fester with swollen hoop dreams,

given life, and bred from

tyranny and mutation

 

All hail the Virgin King, he

who strolls through the desolation made

terror, smashing the brilliant

hand of Love Supreme

 

Taking in stride his obsession,

The Queen of Bones, whose

grip holds him fast

 

But perhaps this is

just another lie, perhaps

 

Death roams these halls.

Song for a Desolation Angel

I know you’ve probably heard

it all before; All those words that are

used to win you over, but

I’ve got a few up my

sleeve

 

Hell you’re cute, there ain’t no doubt that

you’re cool and grey, like a fine Autumn day;

A sweet, sweet angel

that haunts my dreams

and makes me smile

 

You’ve got spirit,

emotion, a raging heart

loving all who try

to steal a little piece of

you

 

I’m a jealous bastard,

but even I’ve got to admit

that’s pretty damn amazing

and you love who you love,

no point avoiding it

 

Emotion’s a bitch, that’s

for sure and I know

that it’s hurting you more

 

So don’t cry, my

soft desolation angel;

With your hair dark red and

the sweetest pouting lips

because I don’t mind

 

You think you’re bad,

but you’re not as bad as me, the

monster serenading you and your hand,

and even if you were, I don’t give a damn

 

We’re just as bad as

each other

and can dance until the

days pass us by

 

Until eternity strolls on by

 

But at least we could

laugh, and fuck, and relax

 

If only for a minute

 

Because you’re the sweetest

angel to cross my path,

leaving desolation in this

poor young heart

but it doesn’t change a thing

 

I’ll still be there

my desolation angel,

to dance all those

lonely, longing

nights away

The Fall of Love and Life (A Poem)

The emotions rage,

a dying cacophony abounding

inside this ever decaying sack of

flesh and bone

 

More than emotions

Memories

A gradual cycle built on

loss, lust, and life

 

Built on the essence of us

 

There was a day once,

in a city, in a park

where the sun and clouds watched

where new love sprang

and life was felt

 

Hearts racing, beating fast;

Hands moving over the soft, cool skin

 

feeling the cusp of her neck;

(so soft and sweet

wanting to taste it)

 

running through her hair;

(like a red field

parting it, playing it)

 

Lips meeting;

(the softness of a kiss,

a building lust for something more)

 

As two clung together

pulling each other close

trying to hold back the dark

if only for a moment

 

But then it is gone,

so soon is it dead

Because love never lasts

Because it is fleeting

Because emotions come along

and steal a heart,

whisking it away

 

Fuck love, and its grotesque

mockery of all things

good and ungood

in the rich, seething matrimony

of the lonely heart

 

Fuck people, and their

prettiness, and wholesomeness

their love, either real or simply an

act of grand design, more than I or he or they

could love

Like sinners wearing the skins of saints

because it is dictated

 

Perhaps, as a voice, this speaker is

bitter, and hurt, and lost,

because they still love

and it hurts

it hurts

 

They need to let go, but

they still love with all their heart

and that is what will destroy them

 

The heart is hollow, but people

make it whole and make it all worth

the agony

of life

and living

A Horrid Poem

So, I began to feel really horrid, and decided to write to channel it all out. So here’s a rough and pretty shitty poem that is bleak and not really nice. It could be read as being about depression, so if it’s a trigger for you, be warned.

~~~

So they said it would all be fine

that the world would be nice

that it would be kind?

 

They said you could be whatever you wanted,

that you should not dream, but work

until as hard as your back could break

 

They look, but they do not

comprehend,

understand,

know.

 

Life begets death, and so comes

rebirth, ridden from the horny sunset of

defeat and ecstasy

 

You loved them, yet they

hold you back

avoid you

treat you like a bastard born and bred

 

You love with all you heart,

yet one word,

one phase to pass those lips

defeats you

 

Entirely

Completely

 

They threw you to the ground

so far down

in the deep

in the dark

in the mud

drowning in its soft

squelch of decay

 

as you drown and slip away…

 

PERVIVO

PERVIVO

PERVIVO

PERVIVO

 

Scream,

but speak

but

Do

Not run

And run

                And run

                                And run

                                                Run

                                                                                                Run

                                                                                run                                                        run

                                run

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                run                                                                                                        run

                                                Run                                                                                                        run 

and

 

SCREAM

AND SCREAM

AND SCREAM

I AM DEAD

THEY ARE DEAD

WE ARE THE DEAD

WE ARE NOT ALIVE

WE LIVE, BUT ARE ETERNALY DYING

SO JUST

SCREAM

 

And yet, no more

for no one will care

they will see a mangled corpse shell

and speak of you in good health

Despite what you are

Despite what they made you

 

They slip away,

and as you crawl up

a husk,

you begin to rebuild,

Become stronger,

 

Despite the monster inside you,

that swallowed you whole

you become stronger

 

Death becomes your mistress,

as you take her gloved hand, and

dance with her

 

You prove them wrong,

you turn to dreams

they make you strong

 

You know you may fall,

as you soar like Icarus into

the sun, bound together

by the wings of Daedalus

 

You give them a fight they

Will never

Ever

See

 

Because they are blind,

they see in shades of black and white

so give them a fight that will

open their eyes

 

Maybe then, they

Will finally understand

 

Maybe they

Will Love You

As you

Loved

Them