Tag: prompt

Anger over the thought,

I see the systems in place,

a vile disrespect,

disgusting in its wanting,

harrowed in the same way a knife digs inside the flesh,

peel it back and see me breaking,

peel it back and see me unbecoming,

the light is white but not hot,

the sand is cold but cuts like glass,

you smile towards me,

you drag me in,

you play the game,

you feed the beat,

watch me break from the outside,

for the weathered flesh hides my pain,

peel it back and see me unbecoming,

peel it back and see me breaking

for today is the first day,

where I first became okay..

Harvest thy moon,

as we settle our sin,

a divinity delinquent,

a hollow soul,

offering substance not promised,

the yearning not quenched,

flippant our thoughts,

lost in the haze,

a call to the traditions,

nuances in colours,

poker dotted cum shots,

gestational walls,

vomiting wisdom,

shit stained stalls!

Savage displays of servitude,

within the reins of madness,

a lie given false completeness,

singular tapestry,

majestic beasts given flight,

we curse this ground we walk on,

for forever is a trained brush,

we care to give a fondness,

power lies in how we terrorise the sinners,

with the hope of redemption,

that can never come,

for the words promised,

come from the mouths of fornicators and pedofiles…

Wasteful wishes,

water not wind,

glasses broken in misery,

my flesh cut but not broken,

I wished for the poetry to sooth my dismay,

hoping the words would say what they may,

but I was given to fly,

I was surprised by the words,

they twisted in rhythm,

they heaved from what they heard,

aplenty,

a fortune,

a bard and his whore,

the winner was subject to oppression,

his grave unmarked,

his coin no more…

A minute given to a miracle,

a window used as a mirror,

we weave a dream through the pretence of hope,

displaying our follies in grandeur,

while our secrets are buried in holes,

music not played,

songs unsung,

a mythical creature,

an orgasm not spun,

when the seed was sewn,

the hand was freed,

a glutinous bastard,

a reflection,

me…

Time waits for your lies,

your good intentions raped by the hollowness of your soul,

bathing yourself in sin,

feeding yourself on the sorrow of others,

rubbing yourself like an uncontrollable whore,

life your sin,

sex your redemption,

around we swing,

like a merry-go-round,

with you like a satellite,

circling me with cruel delight,

an ending so plain,

so sudden and true,

a disease called humanity,

a disease undone…

I’m alive,

no longer do I ask why,

for I now realise,

I was born to die,

the sun inside,

powers down,

I can no longer hide,

beneath this frown,

a darkness of foreboding,

now a foretelling,

your vision,

my prison,

my god,

you sub,

christ come,

the end had already begun…

She kissed my forehead,

believing my words,

allowing the door to close on a lie that was no longer true,

we shared a lost moment,

she gave me the smile,

the wrong way,

the long way,

then she looked back,

she saw the lies for what they were,

the tears in her eyes flowed free,

I bore my sin,

she bore my seed,

a wickedness,

a weakness,

a separation of substance,

my forever child,

my salt flavoured sin…

Woven within,

broken beneath,

lost choirs,

stories never told,

blind hallucination,

pale eyes,

we’re stuck inside,

walls our only comfort,

the intention was intended,

the separatism wasn’t,

we take shape,

lies become truth,

I let you go,

when you saw the real me,

when you saw behind…

Harbouring a lie given form,

You take but fail to give,

We divide,

While they decide,

A system broken,

Pushed to a place it never meant to go,

Controlled by those it was supposed to stop,

A moment surges forward,

A minute loses control,

Flesh lights,

Deviations of a line in the sand,

Tonight you give me flight,

Tomorrow we fight,

A levelled land,

My heart in your twisted hand…

Intentions bathed in the light of a horrific journey,

Lost a moment,

Succumbed to a flippant fledgling,

I gave a second,

Dedicated my soul,

Words can’t be taken back,

Movements forgotten but not,

Pictures said more than my mind remembered,

A silent soul,

A blackened heart,

My shadow lost,

My kingdom decaying in the hole created by the missteps of a flesh man…

You kiss me with your wayward smile,

and show me what it is to love,

you allow me life and purpose,

a gift unparalleled,

now let me show you,

let me go,

freedom painted on the wall of life,

prescription smiles,

surgical workouts,

sculptures bodies,

a goodbye layered with flowers,

while we say goodbye on pillows stuffed with razor blade,

you kiss me with your wayward smile,

while you smite me with your twisted heart…

Wild side,

burn the night,

feel me,

persuade the ending to take hold,

see me fall,

the filaments are all blow,

the light no longer shines,

we have a forever,

that last tonight,

the sign of the end times,

is like a beat of your twisted heart,

let me be the seed of encephalopathy,

feed the stomach of your aching soul,

for a tomorrow that never comes,

is a tomorrow I want to see…

Winters hand,

a brave man came,

upon his head,

he wore a crown of shit,

disciples all around him,

none trusted his words,

a betrayer the many,

no sufferage did he know,

the wicked hands of worthiness,

to worship that which you stole,

my line and lie,

signal the riot,

blessed the dumb,

and cauterise the rest…

Stages unemotionally lost upon the foray of deception,

as we sway back and forth,

while the sun dries away,

a landscape of dreams,

in an unparalleled darkness,

sewn,

sown,

slipping in,

making out,

listen to the noise it makes,

watch it go in and out,

a system in failure,

a dream without sleep,

my moments lost in another’s eyes,

an ending,

my grave,

not dig deep…

Create the becoming,

destroy the end,

we see the follies of a life not lived,

we see the regrets of a life given away,

you want to see the end,

yet you only need the beginning,

a circle,

a square,

the start connected to the end,

infinity’s snake,

superstition,

sucking away the be of me,

through the void that calls…