tell me
please
how i caught your eye
please
show me that smile
please
that caught mine
please
let me show you
please
focus
please
help me
please
to know
pleas
how far you are
please
let me hold your
pleas
callous hand
pleas
to fly
please
how far
please.
how high
pleas...
mystic
take your eyes
dance in flame
tonight:
watch limbless bodies float
in seas of ghosts,
earth succumbing to rythym;
chaos kisses the dirt line
sand glitters like gold
under the tiny
tiny
feet;
self submerged grasping heart
lines; continue desperation
necessitation, forged iron in the viens of silver
sinking yet flying
my feet forget the ground and weep
as fingers tease the sky
pin prick resuscitation
dropping
freedom
lack of gravity nauseating
focal query distraction
local inquery discussion
reflection winking;
reversion subversion,
phosferous white moon called home;
blue wincing over sharp cement
sun risin
blood red hurt,
a world of easy
decimation
under a lead foot
driving murder,
a blue grey coupe
rubber melted
suspension of bullshit
eat your way though life
save the work
pass it with the meat
your teeth are too tender
your arms are too broken
save me
save yourself
from me
run while you can
your weakness is my method
fraility deception
thats your own blood on your hands
this pain you spread will be returned
your greedy, little tired fingers
scratch and pull;
spread your dark;
your germ
viral infestion
how do you fancy a pinch and a pull?
what do you do with needles turned against
blood and skin
selected poisons to draw away the tedium
mindless tortures
in my gardens of roses and crysanthimums,
sitting ready at the 8 and dime,
alone again
not so lonely as
wary
of time that passes
slowly
yielding nothing
empty plains
and sunsets of fiery blues and wet green
formed slowly behind the minds\' eye, still
so dry -- and black
yearning yet for more,
but not from the same cup;
wasted night
burning sun
deprive me from what i seek, bound and gagged
mapless and without compass, only plumb...
still standing... perpendicular
yearning to tip,
left or right?
still yet these hollow options leave vertical planes t
a game we play for two:
modeled after old greco roman wrestling,
each takes two legs and three hearts,
with the legs we run and the hearts we sell,
until both are tired and collapse.
should they fall together,
one will shove thier hand
far into the chest of the other,
rip out the heart and replace again.
repeat until both have lost
too much blood.
a game we play for four:
reminding us of the natural cycle,
two players dig six foot holes
while the other two fashion spears from the floorboards.
once the holes are finished,
the two with spears throw at the same time.
impale the other outright.
the two standing players place th
a game we play for two:
modeled after old greco roman wrestling,
each takes two legs and three hearts,
with the legs we run and the hearts we sell,
until both are tired and collapse.
should they fall together,
one will shove thier hand
far into the chest of the other,
rip out the heart and replace again.
repeat until both have lost
too much blood.
a game we play for four:
reminding us of the natural cycle,
two players dig six foot holes
while the other two fashion spears from the floorboards.
once the holes are finished,
the two with spears throw at the same time.
impale the other outright.
the two standing players place th
selected poisons to draw away the tedium
mindless tortures
in my gardens of roses and crysanthimums,
sitting ready at the 8 and dime,
alone again
not so lonely as
wary
of time that passes
slowly
yielding nothing
empty plains
and sunsets of fiery blues and wet green
formed slowly behind the minds\' eye, still
so dry -- and black
yearning yet for more,
but not from the same cup;
wasted night
burning sun
deprive me from what i seek, bound and gagged
mapless and without compass, only plumb...
still standing... perpendicular
yearning to tip,
left or right?
still yet these hollow options leave vertical planes t
blood red hurt,
a world of easy
decimation
under a lead foot
driving murder,
a blue grey coupe
rubber melted
suspension of bullshit
eat your way though life
save the work
pass it with the meat
your teeth are too tender
your arms are too broken
save me
save yourself
from me
run while you can
your weakness is my method
fraility deception
thats your own blood on your hands
this pain you spread will be returned
your greedy, little tired fingers
scratch and pull;
spread your dark;
your germ
viral infestion
how do you fancy a pinch and a pull?
what do you do with needles turned against
blood and skin
mystic
take your eyes
dance in flame
tonight:
watch limbless bodies float
in seas of ghosts,
earth succumbing to rythym;
chaos kisses the dirt line
sand glitters like gold
under the tiny
tiny
feet;
self submerged grasping heart
lines; continue desperation
necessitation, forged iron in the viens of silver
sinking yet flying
my feet forget the ground and weep
as fingers tease the sky
pin prick resuscitation
dropping
freedom
lack of gravity nauseating
focal query distraction
local inquery discussion
reflection winking;
reversion subversion,
phosferous white moon called home;
blue wincing over sharp cement
sun risin
Current Residence: Malign Ambivalence Favourite genre of music: Death Metal; Trash Metal; Metal. Shell of choice: .30-06 Favourite cartoon character: the maxx.
To thank people for their support
and to wish them happy holidays,
I've decided to go to the pages of all 370 deviants
that are watching me, and wish you all a Merry Christmas,
Happy Hanukah or whatever it is you celebrate this time of year.
And may you all have a great New Year as well..
Make sure to make a list of new years resolutions,
and try to stick with them.
& Thank You for dev watching me,
and supporting me. You keep me going,
and help me be who I am.