Rambunctious vile
Distasteful and loathsome
Repellant personality
Excruciating voice
Webs of rancid exteriors
A horrid smell of selfishness
Obnoxious point of view
Infamous small mind
Vindictiveness renders
Full filling the lonely
Unable to stand
Crawling like a two month baby
Expecting society to
play an orchestra for a
Prozac Nation
Chasing a high-pitch shout
down an empty bottle
Retracing every convoluted
and mindless discussion
that was conjured up
Deciding not to dwell or
wallow in your demise
doesn’t change that I
can feel every chard of glass
down Broken Bottle Highway
You call yourself a lost soul
but parts of you just vanish
You claim to seek the answers
to the questions you already know
Along the path of stubbornness
Broken Bottle Highway
runs parallel to your demons
I don’t measure myself by the dollar earned
I don’t measure myself by possessions
I don’t measure myself by the scars
I don’t measure myself by what I write
I don’t measure myself by the quantity of friends
I don’t measure myself by my beliefs
I don’t measure myself by who I know
I don’t measure myself by my fears
I don’t measure myself by my philosophies
I don’t measure myself by my tears
I just don’t measure myself
I am who I am
Overflowing drops of sadness
crash the grounds of reality
Waves of anger and frustration
soar through every vein
Camouflaging the numbness
wakens the frozen memories
Slowly losing the crack of a smile
shades of grey and black entwine
A living ghost I am, alone—
all that is left of you
I talk in my sleep when I’m wide awake
In limbo I reach out to you,
my anchor in the fog
Overflowing mourning bellows
shattering the reflection in the mirror
Staring into the depths of your selfishness
stirring the darkest hurricanes
Consuming prescriptions of self-hatred
scream at your tarnished soul
Slowly your existence forever fades
whirlwinds of chaos downpour into your loved ones
A living ghost I am, alone—
evidence of your life
I keep together with special effects
And all I want is to touch you,
my anchor in the fog
Overflowing rain of melancholy
drip into the silence of your grave
Crumbled walls are now at your feet
as clouds hang over your torn shadow
Dwelling into your perfectionism
dismantles your steel cage
Slowly your wishes become true
Your actions speak a thousand poems
than the words you spoke alive
A living ghost I am no more—
I’ll breathe for me and you
Laugh for me and you, love for me and you
But still, I want to hold you tight,
my anchor in the fog
B.M. – Non italics parts
K.A – Italic Part
Collaboration of Braeden Michaels & Kindra M. Austin
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I enjoyed collaborating with Kindra. It was easy. Her writing is real, raw, and honest to the core. Check out her blog.
I scratched my itch
I packed my bags
I didn’t laugh
I couldn’t say a word
They were already said
I held in the jungle
I swallowed my confusion
I didn’t see the condition
I couldn’t see the barriers
They were already built
I walked away from the illusion
I quietly closed the door
I saw a new found path
They were always there
I just ignored them
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Your deepest scars
don’t define who you are
Your deepest scars
walk away from the sunset
Your deepest scars
don’t stare into the light
Your deepest scars
hide behind the plum tree
Your deepest scars
don’t scream at the rage
Your deepest scars
have burnt everlasting edges
Your deepest scars
don’t speak in front of millions
Your deepest scars
never fade in the chapter
Your deepest scars
don’t disappear in the journey
Your deepest scars
shape your colorful soul
Your deepest scars
make you gorgeous
Browallia’s flourishing
in the blackish ridge
of the twinkling garden
Valiant orchids
blossom under a
bisque echoing sun
Spine tingling laughter
Inhaling sweet affection
Savoring a glass of Merlot
Exhilarating conversation
Meeting the love of my
life on Montmarte
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Injecting balladry
like it’s a antiseptic
Using your tiny
carry on thesaurus
to captivate the innocent
Swallowing cups of caffeine
to fill a concave
wretched black heart
Drunken saliva dripping
down your male oversized chin
Sunken and carved out
slurping the Devil’s wine
Casting judgement
from an empty phantom
A mindless hippocrate
Not realizing you are
an uneducated stalker
I saw vibrating rainbows draped over a slippery moon. I saw glitter on 20 x 20 frames. I could hear the grand piano playing in the deserted mountains. I saw a glimpse of red in the clouds of rage. I saw rivers of champagne. I witnessed sorrow hiding deep into the caves. I saw the sun bellow. I saw bouquets of silence seek Cupid’s harp. I fell into the well creeping behind the parade of jesters. I saw the edges of souls bleed tears of joy. I saw emptiness screech. I felt the warmth of diamond shaped hearts. I found a bottle of spilled ink and the words were never ending. I heard trumpets around the bend. I saw blank pages but words rattled and spoke like gospel. I discovered the path of humanity. I caressed the gentleness of others. I climbed into the vortex of raw emotions. I felt the infinite words in ink overflow within myself.
Condescending aficionado
speaks from a barbaric abyss
Staking claims and forecasts
reeking of gin and vermouth
He paws
He claws
Relentless and crude
Staring at her fishnet stalkings
waiting for her lipstick stains
delicious Coca Cola bottle curves
Inhaling her wicked scent
He probes
He pushes
Distasteful and off putting
Sucking in helium and lithium
personality rising higher than balloons
Viewing others as outcasts
engaging as a insidious vulture
He commands
He yells
Unforgiving and selfish
Demanding perverse declarations
Instilling superficial values
She crawls away from the blood hound
gazing at the sign of bittersweet crossroads
She kicks
She cries
Embracing the freedom
Clarity settles around my ankles
Shackles tightly circling my wrists
A opaque warrant for the end
In arial font harshly awakens
crawling dismembered spiders
around my distant coffin
No eulogy or words will be spoken
Just an empty room of formalities
Guests sitting out of obligation
As time passes as I’m alive
Leave me in the closet with
the laughing faded skeleton
Playing chess with my demons
No tears for the desolate child within
Walk away from my numb ghost
Shaking hands with apathy
Disheartened by those who make
false claims and promises
Leave me abandoned in the dusk
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Direct and forward
A rabid salivating tongue
Deafening from silence
Gripping to the slick
and grapevine of truth
Lacking minimal patience
A vicious tightrope
Brash and Harsh
Invigorating sincerity
Zero fluctuation
Pledging to the straight arrow
The outspoken prophet
residing in a palace of lights
shimmering faith reverberates
Black and white
photographs pluck
the tears from my eyes
Etched memories
never dissolve or fade
cherishing every kiss
Reminiscing the last
fifty years of preciousness
Embracing every second
Through the heights of
the golden mountains
and blackout valleys
Love never once
sat in the shade
In sadness and melancholy
I have to leave
Mulholland Drive tonight
I spent a lifetime
in this brick castle
with my beloved queen
May she rest In Peace
as my heart is in pieces
This is really good! I love this!
Gliding across broken glass
In her eighteenth century garb
Dragging hot coals
Igniting flames in her path
Submissive demons bow down to her
She spews her unforgivable sins
Her actions show no remorse
She sharpens her tongue for more precise slices
She pushes the almighty with an unfelt shove
Her name is sprinkled in the King James like poison fourteen times
Her wrists and ankles adorned with us breakable chains
She carefully makes her bed in the lake of fire
Challenge✔️
Deteriorating eyesight
Cockeyed perception
Agitations foaming at the mouth
Removing the garbage
Calming the whispers
Torturing the roars
Sighing to the bee sting
Bleeding from the dry lips
Masking undertones
Streaming suspicions
Cutting the grapevines
Screaming murmurs
Bumbling suggestions leach
Rumors spread like a cold
Unsubstantiated truths
I will acknowledge
that I had an affair
I love metaphors
creating imaginary worlds
A written tapestry
Seduced by alliteration
I had an affair
with the craft of language
I’m enthralled by
the layers and symbolism
I’m engaged
to a place to release my tension
I’m in a atmosphere
where I’m understood
I’m in a whirlwind
where I’m forever lost
I’m pulled in
by the legacy of poets
Desiring to fulfill
a long winded fantasy
The affair will continue….
Roaming the uneven concrete
like a slobbering bloodhound
A vagabond meandering
through a decorated parade
Mischievous and unorthodox
Offensive and crude
Admittance of displacement
A lurking deadly reptile
Preaching to be resentful
Disfigure emotionally of others
A rancid phlegm among millions
The sauntering antichrist
Storm of Ink 