Rippling chatterbox
A tongue of a cult minister
Wretched salivating beast
Shoving beliefs down
your raw throat with a
diamond skull pitchfork
Monstrous tattletale
Never ending movements
of her blood thirsty lips
Cunning rabid wolverine
clawing at your character
shoveling fertilizer in
her rattling horrid crevice
Anxiety heightens as her
head is yanked as I stare
into her black hole eyes
with my soft pale smirk
She drifts into a glitz of speculation
She ran towards a pile of observations
She held onto a mirage of closeness
She lifted her eyelids with the awakened truth
She borrowed sections of a proverb
She ignored the written allegations
She walked down a crusade with bitten nails
She sent the adversary a love letter
She played the diablo torn lyrics
She justified the reasons of the downfall
She fell into darkness with a smug look
Exasperated from the dialogue
Drained from the jagged circle
Irked from the hiccups of frustration
Drowsy from the four inch spikes
Fed up from the off cuff ramblings
Jaded from the hellacious past
Distressed from the self made drama
Fainting from the overused cliches
Stale from the spinning cycles
Fatigued from the disappearing ink
Consumed from the dead end
Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands
Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs
Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism
Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter
A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka
Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins
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I’m leaning towards the mislabeled afterthoughts
I’m leaning toward the frown of the aftershock
I’m leaning toward the confusion and jumbled up words
I’m leaning toward the goodbye and the footsteps you leave behind
I’m leaning toward the unforgiven and the unforgettable
I’m leaning toward the hidden wall and the forsaken sounds of misery
I’m leaning towards cornered edges and turbulence
I’m leaning towards the chained emptiness and sores on my ankles
I’m leaning toward the cynical dialogue and wounded phrases
I’m leaning towards the vicious cycle and turmoil circling in my stomach
I’m leaning towards an empty bed and lying in the apathy
I’m leaning towards the weight on my shoulders and permanent chip
I’m leaning towards the disturbance and the distorted lies you spoke
I’m leaning towards of giving less of myself and taking what is left of my sanity
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Baking from the
everlasting fire
No cherub can
save your black soul
Watching your heart
roast in the furnace
soothes my mind
I snicker at your
flatlines and tombstone
I smirk at your
hallway yells and
scattered burns
I prance and whirl
to your last breath
Knowing your name
is blackballed from
the gates of the pit
I dare you to move an inch
Quiet as I stand and remain calm
I loathe the essence of your aroma
Watching your words like a hawk
I challenge you to raise your voice
Reserved as I sit and remain still
I detest your point of view
Staring at the soulless scarecrow
I defy your small perspective
Restraining myself and biting my tongue
All you are is cruel spit
Your name smudged
And your lies smeared to the edges
Your autograph disappears
And your prejudice spills all over
Your sentiments glare
And your irrelevant opinions puke
Your stance stalks in the hours
And your posture wrinkles
Your expressions digress
And your presence strips as a whore
Your observations spread
And your bottle of ink diffuses
Your ignorance blinked
And your honesty bailed
Your plastic mindset cracked
And your words are meaningless
1/16 inch thin layers
Appealing to the saliva of the dogs
Overrated and shallow interiors
Claiming to be a superior
A rancid exterior to animals
Gritting my frustrated teeth
Recognizing a frivolous mind
Intellectually inept and blank
A lost Aardvark in the dessert
Shutting you off like a valve
Lacking the ability to digest
Mad at myself for allowing you in
A crawling fool on the inside
Seeking depth and connection
Seeing an overhyped individual
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Consistently voiceless
Expectations in her mind
Built like a sand castle
Clenching on to wishes
Afraid to speak from the light
Crushed on the inside
A revolving door
Will that change this year?
Her approach or mindset
In the land of aggravation
Anguish and discomfort blister
Cold distress reverberates
Excruciating affection bubbles
from the flamethrower of agony
Jewelry from the laceration king
illuminates among the irritations
Wounds from the torture
glisten and throb throughout
the reckless shivering nights
The queen of devastation blinks
Trembling conversations shudder
Laughter spasms and drools
Faith wiggles and squirms
throughout the crumbled dirt
Love fidgets in the clouds and trees
under a pitch black sky
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Constant friction
Embedded complexity
Honesty drains
Compliments swerve
My condolences to
the self centered
I will alter my pathway
No longer will I
be compelled
to leave twinkling remarks
She played the xylophone with slivers from her heart
She played with the words sabotage and defeat
And she sobs until she sleeps
She played the violin with sorrow falling from her pale lips
She played with Neanderthals and demons dressed in white
And she sobs until she sleeps
She played for an orchestra that didn’t have a crowd
She played with excuses and threw away the stories in between
And she sobs until she sleeps
She played for dying revelations and faith in a jar
She played with misfits and a jamboree that never stopped bleeding
And she sobs until she sleeps
She played for maximum security with dwindling self esteem
She played on center stage with a rewritten manuscript
And she sobs until she sleeps
Hatred developed like a photograph
Slipping the venom with a twelve inch needle
Violent spasms tingle in rhythm
Lust is the saliva on my irritated tongue
A gust of shivers soaring at sixty miles per hour
Nailing like a rusty hammer
Selfishness and submissiveness collide
Wrapping hands around the bullhorn
Releasing the spite in her open mouth
Emotionally deficient
Unavailable hands
She leaves me cold
One teardrop
Blank stares piercing
Nonexistent affection
She leaves me confused
Two teardrops
Ignoring casualties
Split and deceased
She leaves me in distress
Three teardrops
Dissolved current
Withdrawn shadow
She leaves me without a trace
Four teardrops
Absent and eliminated
Misplaced words
She leaves without a sound
Inside forever it rains
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I wallow in the paraphrases and the ick of December. Wintery trees remind me of childhood and what use to be. Today the misery and solitude linger in the brisk air. I no longer grasp and hold onto affection. I took a walk and could see my reflection in the mangled trees. Branches scattered like my frozen thoughts. I stand still as depression settles deeper. No one wants to stand from my perspective. I despise the winter and hollow chill. No one cares. I use to crave to feel. I stare into the paragraphs and emptiness flows. No one cares. I don’t ask why I am alive. I ask when will you take me out of my misery?
She blatantly ignored the gun shots in the forest of her mind
She stumbled across the hidden bridge squeezing a bottle of time
She carried a picture of temptations with her lips high and dry
She drank from the inkwell of resistance to justify her words
She dropped to her tattered knees shouting “Forgive me”
She fumbled for a candle to see her shadows in the dark
She carved out a statue to remind her of her past
She spoke to the flames of the king in a delicate language
She leaned on the shoulders that could carry her forever more
She stared into the mirror for hours recognizing her flaws
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I’ve offered you a ship and you offer me a canoe
I’ve offered you a dozen roses and you offer me a dandelion
Sadness is a trigger
I’ve offered you a plate of everything and you offer me a morsel
I’ve offered you a road and you offer me a unpaved narrow path
Sadness is a trigger
I’ve offered you a tree of gold and you offer me a stained branch
I’ve offered you a notebook and you offer me a page
Sadness is a trigger
I’ve offered you barrel of ink and you offer me a ballpoint pen
When I’m gone my written words will say it all
