Snarling and Sharp, the Sunlight pushes it’s way through the window panes. It breaks the restful calm and cool of the night and throws open the day’s parade of pains and apathy. This life is a charade and we all have a lie to tell and part to play. You can’t stay asleep forever, and to stay alive, you simply can’t stay away.
The engine screams as we propel
Across the dying sands and weeping lands
Rocking my brittle bones to rest amongst
The dust of my memories. My life in shards
Lodged deep within my foolish, innocent
Flesh. I wondered if she would ever think of me. Pink, foolish, lumbering lips pressing aggressively into her lying mouth. My soul refused to remain. My flesh now stained with blood’s remains. A broken drumstick in my pocket and a teddy bear drenched in her horrid perfume. I could not see the truth for my blinding youth. A fool drowns for lack of the swimming knowledge. I bled for the lack of the love knowledge. I knew only lust and betrayal. I knew only the desire to harm and the desire to die.
When a child I stood for everything yet nothing.
Imagination brought forth it’s fruit inside me.
I died a little every day to make it mean something.
But the more my youth chased truth, the more I watched it
And all along I just wanted to be free to see reality.
Eyes like Lightning
Skin like Winter Wind
Lips like Lit Cigarettes
Legs like Smoldering Sands
One of these things is not like the others
And the kisses from the pair comes up
Black Roses and Acrid Ashes.
Glass makes massive slashes
and the scars rarely heal over smooth
Against the grain it cuts
And all the pains that jut
This is all
All that remains of my forgotten youth.
How about you?
Instigating Inflammation of the Senses
Irresistibly Pulling on Heart Strings
They may stretch But they’ll never snap
Till they do, and I fall screaming to my death
Love has no safety net.
We have a million ways to make amends. To put pen to paper on how to make the world a better place. We run races for good causes but can’t bring ourselves to lose our DVD collections for the sake of dying children. What’s so righteous about going to a building once a week…month…saying prayers while clutching our wallets closed. We give nothing and expect everything. We bleed for our emotional freedom but care nothing for other human’s actual freedom. People are in chains. People are being sold into sex slavery daily. People you may have known in past times might now be dying on the other side of the world because of repeated rapes taking place. Don’t you care? Doesn’t anyone?
You believe yourself entitled.
To love, life, joy, hope, and your own special Self-created dreams.
How…’cute’ you seem. Eyes so wide and bright. Gleaming with tears spilled for the animals that died to feed the nations as you Abort your children because “Hell, that takes time and money.” And love, you sick fuck. It takes love and giving up things you think you need. NEED. The word has entirely lost it’s true meaning.
You need air, shelter, and food to live. It takes a true hero to have only those basic things and still give them away. You are not a hero for donating a dollar to kid’s charities as you spend hundreds on fashion and coffee and makeup to feel special. The fact that you take so much time to champion your gender “rights” means you’re still breathing. Talk to those who were shunned to suicide or killed by their own because they were brought up confused and alone and they reached out only to be stoned by all the hypocrites.
Entitled. You are entitled to be born and to die, if you’re not aborted or miscarried. That’s about the extent of it. You are NOT entitled to life, love, and the pursuit of anything but living. The fact that you’re not getting gunned down in the desert or dying of Starvation in Africa, China, India…on and on the death toll goes while you sit here on social media taking pictures of your fucking toes to show the world.
We’re all so fucking stupid and we say we’re better than “them.”
At least “they” know the price of life and the cost of true freedom.