[cheyenna]

You Are Me
What is your name?
You're staring although
I'm not sure we've met
But you seem to know

Tracing my mask
With unwavering eyes
Melting the porcelain
Of my vain disguise



The vilest truth
Was hiding beneath
Cold glass of longing
Like gnashing ghoul's teeth

Your eyes reflect
All that I've become
That gaze beats to me
That loathsome song drum

You'd close your eyes
To hide such disgust
Not seeming to find
The charms of my lust

Turn please around
Redeem what I see
Look in the mirror
And find you are me.


Golden Dust
They don't know me
Those carolers of happy
Those singers of joy
They don't see me
Nor does the world
Underneath my blistered feet
For how long have I walked this way
The path behind me is overgrown with grief
For how long have I not had a breath
People walk past and the air escapes me
They don't want me
My words are strange
And my voice is weak
They don't hear me
Those bringers of chaos
Those liars and cheats
For how long have I felt this way
My stars fall down with every dusk
For how long can I carry on
As just a shadow among the piles
Among the piles of golden dust

[chessio]

3rd lefthanded poem:

My regularity imposes itself on your most highly esteemed foot, twice or once I’ve been in danger of receiving from you that dirty look, or have I mistook, from over that book, and admiring-ation for a disgruntled, hook-like shadowy smirk, plastered on a muddy red-eyed normality-embracing blank canvas…I took from your book about politics, that soot only need mentioning once to make moot a noble reputation, a pure discomplication, a kind word, backwards, and destroying reason for condescension—

That your eyes could speak less, and your heart more.
That your breath would create less condensation and be a lovely sensation to hear.
You’ve created the perfect environment for bacteria to fester in these temporal canals,
these sound channels,
these hearing animals,
these listening mammals.
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that ending was kinda weird. all of a sudden there were people so I just hastily wrote that. my hand hurt too.

[chessio]

the 2nd previous one. This one actually has a title.

Affection

I am watching from my window sill fearing for my life.
Singing about my tired eyes, humming for my nose.

Watching and waiting, watching and waiting.

My garden is an eternity, a forever plastic spring. Softly hold my sweater babe, it’s chilly and I’m fickle, sweetie. And only touch my toes when I’m starving for it, but it’s always you and I alone know it. Heart!

Our simple mouths have always been awful at metaphor.
But our simple lips have never needed it.
But honey, sometimes I get so bored.

And I adorn my lips with it.
Sweet and sticky.
But syrup on me just feels so sickly.

Does it look it?

But now back to the cosmos….

[bubbleboy]

Home
For me
Is a fleeting feeling
A dollar on a string
Something
I can never quite get my hands on

[SargeMaximus]

"Also, protect the ignorant..."

On praying
I'd like to say
That any question can be answered
Best
When one answers it
For themselves.
Looking to that outside source is
By default
Not trusting your own
Self.

[_selene_]

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”


_ Pablo Neruda

[SassyPJs24]

Your insecurity is a beacon
You confuse yourself in its light
The brain spinning weakness and strength in black and white until you're dizzy with the emotion
I wish you'd be honest with yourself
I wish you'd respect
But without kindness, relationships disintegrate into dust
Your selfishness more overwhelming
Than my desire to pull you up
I cannot hold you while you're spitting fire
You angry animal
You chaos-thing
You won't see I want your happiness
When you cover me in blood.

[Raichan]

I need to escape,
The haste noise of life,
A race of unclear polluted judgments,
-me

[ThatName]

(This is my second time posting this)

And That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles

I have warned you 365 x 6: 2190 times

plus

364 x 3: 1092 times

Total estimation: 3282 times

excluding the days after May 11, 2012

And that's the way the cookie crumbles

[ToneLoc]

Battle for Serenity

a myriad of emotions, intensified by potions,
alcoholic by nature, sometimes my savior,
other times cut like a razor,
the pain intensifies,
bringin tears to my eyes,
until i realize,
i need to sort the lies before it leads to my demise,
find the truth and shed the guise,
the mask that most rely on,
find my inner peace, release my soul to zion,
and if ya weak I’ll be a shoulder cry on,
speak compassionate and pass it on with my songs,
and maybe one day, someway we can get along,
i feel it strong, the truth when noble minds speak,
excluding insecurities to try and reach the peak,
shedd your impurities, and surely you’ll be free,
keep an open mind cause positivities the key.