RideTheSpiral19

The wound vanished from sight. The well of torment flowing from my hand It now stands dry Dry from sorrow, devoid of any strain. And the bliss is glowing on the horizon, Calling to its promising shores. I gulp, I cling, I grasp, I devour it all. The sweet taste of elation The mythic lush of its nectar I can taste it with trembling lips Ephemeral, exquisite and dainty. Forever present, yet awfully timid Easily losing clasp in one blow. An inconstant companion A delicacy we crave for at each turn.

You look around, but you can’t see What it is you mean to me Kindness and compassion you can’t comprehend My concerns and interest for your sake For acts of deception you mistake Your self-worth that you can’t understand A diamond buried in the sand Burned by the fires from which you were forged Pressure comprised of beauty mixed with fear Dominating, complicating the thoughts in your mind The candor and honesty to which you are blind Your confusion rings and echoes in my ears Please help me to unfog your eyes Deliver you from your lies Open you to the beauty that lies inside But still you try to defy Humanity which you d

Once I happened upon a callow young lass, Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass. And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing; Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting. Though her raving and ranting made very little sense, She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance. Apparently her pain was too great to be understood, Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood. So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling. While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing. She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line, About never idolizing the keen writer's mind... ...Aaaaaalrighty then, If t

Capricious, erratic creatures, You observe the likeness of unknown features, Condemning, curving your mouth with disdain For the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign. The abomination you painted in your narrow mind, Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to find Utter compliance you seek, Yet of vain dejection you only reek. The enmity that guides your every line Is but poison you gulped instead of light so divine. Depart from the ignorance that compels you, Underneath the deception lies all that is true.

Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you but the roses are wilting the violets are dead the sugar bowls empty and so is your head

Maybe I should have questioned why your teeth always chattered like fingers clicking on a typewriter, and why your fingernails looked as though faint, blue ink had bled through but who questions anything but hair, makeup, and boys at the age of sixteen and maybe I should have noticed the lunches you spent doing homework, or listening to music, as you gave away your lunch, because you said you were not hungry- and I silently thought more for me and maybe I should have wondered why you walked through the hallways with pockets of graphite under your eyes, as your knees knocked together like keys on a lanyard: clink clink clank and maybe t

I'm hollowed to the marrow Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness, My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow, The malevolence of a disapearing bliss Gripping the infinity of a starless night Lost in a sphere of never ending torments Riving the scale of an excruciating moroseness. Struggle and despair you carry Euphoria and passion you exult, While I can share nothing but a gap Attached to a breeze Falling into nothingness Fatigued by the time flowing Hollowed to the marrow

The sudden void into the unhinged mind of a demented soul, The rapture of a lucid dream, falling into an obliterated consciousness The devastating coma of a genius protagonist, completing the epic tale of a life It was all but a dream, a chimera, an excruciating lie. The nothingness digging its claws into a cryptic vision, The finality of a banal, vain existence Never to be remembered, nor praised for its perpetual battle against agony. There is nothing, Nothing but the sharp sound of shattering glass, Nothing but a hollow shell on the edge of the world. This is where I depart, this is where I bow down, This is where my crude hatred vanish

Why must I care so much? About every scrape or brush With each and every bump or bruise To your aide I always rush Why am I so eager? To be brittle so you don't break To build you strong and sturdy While my own foundation I forsake Why do I keep falling? Just so you can stand To bear your burdens While always offering my hand I suck the poison from your wounds Every chance that I see Swallow and drink deep Just to taste your misery A desperate grasp of desire Such folly that I pursue I'll suckle on your sorrow For any piece of you will do Why do I care so much? I ask again and again Why must I bleed myself? For someone who's barely mor