You declare *love with an asterisk,
to endorse The fine print:
All parties present, sanity at risk.
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Nocturnal
Memories shown dark
Pushed into the depths
Of my subconscious
Waiting to flood my dreams
To torture a ragged mind
There is no resisting
Even in the writing
Portraying her terribly
Sullying my image
Of her past presence.
Still a peaceful sleep
Evades me, with constant
Threats to unravel my progress
The glue has no time to set
As Autumn’s dawn hastens west
My attempts range wide
Twisted and relentless
Still the dreams, they
Never go away
How can I make them
See things my way?
Wench
The wench who lies, claims a humanitarian prize.
Her philosophical cacophony, takes hold of thee.
“It’s not you, it’s me” she speaks in sparse varieties.
The meaning repeats and she nails the introduction.
Riding high on her studded saddle, specialized in corruption
She can say it’s for the best when there’s no data to attest
And with her word as a granite foundation there’s no life
To suckle from its breast.
Sub-Zero Summer
My protoplasmic shell sits warm in the Summer sun,
while my soul lies trapped in the frozen tundra.
The two cannot coexist, without negating creation;
resulting in, psychological frustration.
An impasse in the innards of a ruined soul,
between warring generals of Good and Evil.
Time will not heal, nor will the Summer sun loosen their grasp.
Instead I remind myself of the days we spent together.
Remembering the good, the bad, and everything between.
A tickle of warmth, to break the firing line, a brief reprieve.
Living like a slave to buried memories.
We shined like the brightest stars
even on the darkest of nights.
Yet we never knew when to give up a fight.
I guess this is where I find the light,
or recess into the shadow-less night.
love… will I ever get you right?
A Circus Act
When his subconscious finds difficulty in accepting their reality
The will to feel real overshadows the clapping seal embodied.
Such a good boy, such a kind boy, his A-list grin fool’s so many
Such a patient boy, such a clever boy, his mind tormented, trembling.
At the thought of life in servitude, wrought from our fore-father’s vain;
Attempts at instilling moral values, to condemn the “insane”.
The leaders we trust to forge a path, forge their own into fame
And leave us hopelessly, inexplicably, thrusting for the same.
Sleep Never Came Easy
What is the point of breathing in,
when a mournful sigh is all that follows,
Tumblers of sparkling gin, a dopamine binge
simply numbs a heart so hollow…
devour the flower until eyelids cower
toward the hours of unconscious slumber
For reveries ne’er dwell in a haze
Induced by malevolent power
Infinite.
My elementary (by comparison) take on Aldous Huxley’s, Doors of Perception. Not by any means a repetition of what was written by him, but it is the way I feel most content viewing it.
Do not fear opening the doors of life. Within they conceal untold riches; a
world neglected by our manic desire for a normalcy created within our
biased ranks, only taking the path most traveled, through a gaudily
decorated corridor of all materialistic possessions and carnal desires we are
told to covet, a form of imprisonment. All there to tempt those reduced to
communal idealism into false emotional security, rather than explore the
realms which call to them singularly; an opportunity to truly see and accept
themselves as nothing more or less than Simply “alive”.
Though You would be a fool to not be cautious of what you may become, as
with every door you open, the unknown rears its head. You are aware of the
fear of leading yourself to potential oblivion, however, the focus
encompassing what lay ahead, what awaits you; the will to move on, to
“break on through to the other side” with no remorse, and no regrets, just a
pure, innocent passion to enjoy life as it exists as itself, not as we were bred to envision it. And
to experience those doors without the tainted approval of the public,
opening those port holes to infinite knowledge, refusing to close them as
we walk through. For we have limitless psychological capabilities and yet
so often, we ignore or are incapable (sometimes unwilling) of hearing the call.
No One Gets Out Alive
This is a different take of my old poem “Wishing Well”. As with all of my poetry, they will never be complete until I am six feet under.
Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “Love”
It travels on another timeline,
parallel to my own.
Never to intersect or intertwine.
Till death, my bitter heart will remain alone.
Eternity awaits this lonely lover.
Filled to the brim with guilt,
void of compassion
The will to love,
is no longer an oft-thought emotion
I’m stumbling through an open door
A mason’s fairy-tale creation
I’m fumbling through an open door;
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
eyes with a life, this soul just wasn’t made for
Yeah I’m tumbling through an open door
End over end
She threw my ass out of an open door
Her laugh accompanies splintering floorboards…
Nope, not a damn, thing’s, changed
The Friend I’ll Never Get Back
A revision…
It’s been so long since I’ve talked to her
The “old” her
Before my mind over-emphasized her grandeur
Before my self-destructive tendencies
Broke my heart in two cities
Half fled, with her, half stayed behind
Reluctant to commit at any point in time
Itself to the trials of deferring love or lust
for a tender heart, swept north in a gust
a primordial wind whose current lay ancient
with whispers of the Renaissance and darkest of ages,
with conflicting wisdom, not to be believed,
by anyone, but the naive: Me.
Then life became a bore without her,
without her in my hopeless arms.
I pressured and I endured
With fables of love, and the way “I LOVED HER!”
All simply a veil, over childhood insecurities
As if she were the light, and I, frightened by night
Feared the dusk when she leaves.
Trust No One By Hana Doss AKA REACH
Trust No One-
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Trust No One
Verse 1:
The more that I live the more i have given the more that i see no one really gives like me the more friends i get the more friends i loose the more that i give the more that i get used
Chorus:
If you don’t ever wanna get hurt if you don’t ever wanna be let down if you don’t ever wanna feel stupid trust no one, trust no one
Verse 2:
You may surround yourself with people who are good but people never stay good like they should they might be the one your loving they might be your favorite cousin they might be your best friend and say they’ll be there to the end but the more that i live the more that i know the more that i see the more that it shows
Chorus:
If you don’t ever wanna get hurt if you don’t ever wanna fall in love if you don’t ever wanna live fully trust no one, trust no one
Verse 3:
The more that i live the more that i cry the more that i know everybody lies the more they let me down the more i wish i didn’t keep them around
Chorus:
cuz I’m really getting tired of getting hurt and i really don’t like to be let down but you don’t really wanna be like me i trust no one, trust no one I trust no one, I trust no one
Bridge:
Im not telling you to hold back in fact you should give everything your all I’m just warning you to watch your back cuz people would love to see you fall
Verse 4:
if all your friends have turned all shady and mistrust has got you crazy know theres one above who holds all the love and he trusts you to pull through when there is no one left to trust trust yourself be your own help trust no one trust no one cuz people they’re only human its simple trust no one, trust no one
The Way it Goes 