aavalokiteshvara

Could life hide life? She is of my flesh, of me. Could the sky hide clouds, And the sun shine black? Would crows drop and canned worms crawl; Do dirty fingers poeticize me? Tell me now, please - Where have you hidden the apple core? Come...come share a bite with me Or not? Not like that? NOT like that!! Knots like that, she bound herself around me Now he, Re-reflected Re-re-reflected A sparse nibble, break in the sky You'll go dark and tell her lies I don't know her I don't see her I think for the love of God, We're free of her...

The purpose, lost, bad taste, rotten apples No pleasure, no point. Don't know, don't know. Just a feeling, or a shade over all reality And then, when all is said and done, what a bucket full of lies! Hence skepticism Hence an unwillingness to perform, Which, through it's rejection of actions becomes lazy, And in it's laziness forgets its reason And without reason cannot justify itself... Hence shame, hence ugly, self-recrimination

I woke up this morning Breathed in the cold air of yet another day Ready to face my demons as I got dressed... All for you. I put my past behind me, Faced my every fear; I opened up the deepest of my mind, body and soul And filled my entire being with love... All for you. I shut down a side of me I didn't think I could Cutting all ties to the psychosis I had developed The relationships, the abuse, the pain. You uncovered a new person and a clean slate And I only want to better myself... All for you. The urge to become a better person Has pushed me to the edge And to trust again and have faith in something. The suicide attemp

I don't want to die I want to vanish To rewind reality and undo my doings I want to innefectuate everything And strip reality of all signs of me A poem that efficiantly disturbs the mind... That's not life There's a poem with broken rhymelets, Liftle-loved lovelies Luck-lost horseshoes And you, always you I don't want force feeding, Or second-hand masticated tuna I had you, I have you, I'll have you.

Feelings of deception Days of misconception To come home and find you there Is something, these days, is too rare I don't understand the things you do I break my back every living day for you! Still the lies, Making me cry All the while I walk these miles With blisters on my feet Yet you continue to cheat These feelings of hate These moments of fate Are ticking away All hours of the day No longer can I take it I've got to make the hit I reach for the drawer This soon will be no more The smooth steel, cold on my skin As I contemplate this scarlet sin You stand by the door Then hit the floor In this moment of bliss I gi

The world... So am I The rain whipped in the wind The rip in the tear Sunshine on red wood White and blue checks of heaven Clock tick – tocks Hold, heart, hold Half now ahead, Tick, tock Dime by dime Earning time Line of limes Step right, left, straight, square Hope is the smell of sweet rosemary Love is of the gold, The red lust in your lips Home is the slow warmth Of silk purse.

It’s 3:00am and I wake with surprise, breathing very quickly and heavily, almost gasping for air. I feel unusually hot, and am drenched with sweat. Then I realize that sweat doesn’t come from your tear ducts as well as your pores. Some sweat, some tears. This is odd, I think to myself. Which is which; I wouldn’t know if it weren’t for the fact that I not only had blurry eyes, but also burning cheeks. My cheeks always hurt when I cry. Partially because of my sensitive skin, and partially because tears are more concentrated than sweat. But what could have awoken me so violently I do not know. No dreams, no noises, no interru

These tears, they seem like years as they pass me by. I sit and wonder what possesses you to stay: the how and why… The unexplained has always tugged at me unmercifully. But for now, I suppress my obsessive curiosity with painstaking ease, The racing of my brain yearns to cease; And you – with all your power and majesty – Just sit back and smile, always at peace. My own eyes burn green for you, Out of envy for your tranquility you’ve so successfully dominated. I can’t figure out what makes you so grand… The touch of your grease-stained hands, The sight of you strolling across my land, Ever so nonchala

Autumn terrors rip through my heart As do universes tonight, becomes torn apart I say “I can’t breathe”, you reply with a stare “My love,” I beg, “Please come home…” I stand tied, yet you do not dare Slipping through the cracks of my tightly clenched fists Your disease eats through to my core, Celestial demons infect it all with their kiss And I continue watching you, Your every move trembling me whole… Bound by my words, nailed to a cross, I mourn your satin lips, screaming for my loss Sil’ vout plait, run in my shoes; face my decade-strong fears, Just for one day, take hold of m

Time is nothing Ambition is less Life is a wonder Death is wonderful A cup of tea would be wonderful A sea of cups would be just that Life is so free and flippant That commitment to a difficult position, Hard, wrought constancy, Is a beautiful thing, But this is not that. And those hands are clay Those hearts hollow Those eyes dark I see you now, With my eyes wide shut.