You Slithering Smoke in the Shadows by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature
Literature
You Slithering Smoke in the Shadows
The nervous stench of desperation
I feel it approaching, crawling, wreaking of sweat and spent nights between the sheets turned towards the wall
it is not about finding someone
it is about the waiting...
the glorified simplicity of "singledom" is overrated, and should be thrown out the nearest window
duck for cover, you smiling snake
I have no time for you
I am too busy falling in love with everyone I meet
Throw me together
Cut the cake of my insides
"Divvy" me out and lick the icing from your fingers
I remember when love wasn't a game
it was as heartfelt as the blues in September
But now I call it long gone and watch it from a distance, in the shadows and the corners
watch the face: I might need it for future love endeavors
I decrease and decrease and decrease
and if you want me: knock, don't call
so I can feel your smooth fingers on the door and savor the sound
like it was the last I will ever hear
This is the truth:
Nonsense bordering on chaotic
and the capitals overtaking the lowercase
the break is only for tap water
and the mirrors reflect another one's image
the door is never used
only passed through, an occurrence of dirt and glass about the underpass
like fire eyes burn in the street
while the bodies continue on one course
the hands flail, searching for God in the air
or instead, play God, as the sun sets and as I stand with you we sigh alone
Words We Throw Together in the Middle of the Night by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature
Literature
Words We Throw Together in the Middle of the Night
I have learned that it is all about being heard
One gaping mouth that can overtake another in the form of a voice
(Some spit can't hurt)
I remind us of little baby birds
Waiting to be fed whatever will come there way
We once ate body parts, our own
but this is the real deal
maybe you will see me one day, not as a human being, but as a pulsing idea, not a bomb, but a voice, threatening to destroy those bounds we call "life"
Life is fickle
but we can always imagine
as we float through this expanse on the backs of great dreams
(star-cloud machines and rhymes)
house of you and me and sons and daughters
all follow us slowly
we trudge with plastic fingers and toy antlers
that break and become lost on the sides of the streets
But I hope for better
when we will not hold hands but instead like minds
until then
I reach with outstretched fingers
clinging at a safe distance
here only one direction exists: other, marked on a faded black dotted line
like the line school children wait on for pictures
a scrawl they tell me, was like mine
little bits of line to feed their waiting eyes
and loops and the color blue as accompaniment
but it is only a secret scent! I keep on all the while, writing smaller and smaller
and crumpling the change in my pocket like paper
"it is only a joke" they say
but I still can't capitalize the first letter
crown it as the champion or victor or yesterday
"Yes," that's what I'd tell them,
"Why have today when we still have yesterday"
But they only peeled their moldy fingers
Wait
A wall of snow faces the crowd
Lonely, stranded, with dripping fingers and open mouths
little boys sit and play with the holes in the snow
While their mothers and fathers stare at a blank wall of pacifist precipitation
"Forgive it..... it doesn't know what it does."
But the wall stares and drips all the more, with hard eyes and a greedy grin
and the holes of a man that has no home
dim teeth and feet stabbed into the ground
the children stare and grasp hands in childlike disapproval
the moment ends all to soon
lonely and staring at the gloom in a heat filled room of 14 years
Remember the shade of gray we inhabited
a judge from your iron throne
I could call you a king but it was the fake glance in the way of the door
But you sat at the table and watched the steam float from the fake mug sitting in your hand
But a king wasn't enough
For all the fake smiles that floated through your eyes
And the kingly duties ignored in favor of brighter things
So you headed for the door
Until we saw the sun
.rain. Golgatha by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature
Literature
.rain. Golgatha
.rain.
Golgotha
Snowy ears
noisy heart
words melt like butter, slip from my head
to my mouth: regurgitate
yesterdays novels forgotten thoughts
a noisy smile
chilly heart
.
coming down
snow field of light
thefallfeelsheavyinmyhands
as i trudge off with a grudge
settle down in a house made of men
.
I gaze in the window at a man
so untouched by a loving hand
his heart is a graven, folded page
whisper whisper the child is awake
sell made in a distant bay
a bed of bones where he lays
.
snow, cold, way home, 5 ticks to spare
life life heart beckons me to sleep
.life
cold death
mouth not ready to speak
a savour sits
tigh
You Slithering Smoke in the Shadows by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature
Literature
You Slithering Smoke in the Shadows
The nervous stench of desperation
I feel it approaching, crawling, wreaking of sweat and spent nights between the sheets turned towards the wall
it is not about finding someone
it is about the waiting...
the glorified simplicity of "singledom" is overrated, and should be thrown out the nearest window
duck for cover, you smiling snake
I have no time for you
I am too busy falling in love with everyone I meet
Throw me together
Cut the cake of my insides
"Divvy" me out and lick the icing from your fingers
I remember when love wasn't a game
it was as heartfelt as the blues in September
But now I call it long gone and watch it from a distance, in the shadows and the corners
watch the face: I might need it for future love endeavors
I decrease and decrease and decrease
and if you want me: knock, don't call
so I can feel your smooth fingers on the door and savor the sound
like it was the last I will ever hear
This is the truth:
Nonsense bordering on chaotic
and the capitals overtaking the lowercase
the break is only for tap water
and the mirrors reflect another one's image
the door is never used
only passed through, an occurrence of dirt and glass about the underpass
like fire eyes burn in the street
while the bodies continue on one course
the hands flail, searching for God in the air
or instead, play God, as the sun sets and as I stand with you we sigh alone
Words We Throw Together in the Middle of the Night by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature
Literature
Words We Throw Together in the Middle of the Night
I have learned that it is all about being heard
One gaping mouth that can overtake another in the form of a voice
(Some spit can't hurt)
I remind us of little baby birds
Waiting to be fed whatever will come there way
We once ate body parts, our own
but this is the real deal
maybe you will see me one day, not as a human being, but as a pulsing idea, not a bomb, but a voice, threatening to destroy those bounds we call "life"
Life is fickle
but we can always imagine
as we float through this expanse on the backs of great dreams
(star-cloud machines and rhymes)
house of you and me and sons and daughters
all follow us slowly
we trudge with plastic fingers and toy antlers
that break and become lost on the sides of the streets
But I hope for better
when we will not hold hands but instead like minds
until then
I reach with outstretched fingers
clinging at a safe distance
here only one direction exists: other, marked on a faded black dotted line
like the line school children wait on for pictures
a scrawl they tell me, was like mine
little bits of line to feed their waiting eyes
and loops and the color blue as accompaniment
but it is only a secret scent! I keep on all the while, writing smaller and smaller
and crumpling the change in my pocket like paper
"it is only a joke" they say
but I still can't capitalize the first letter
crown it as the champion or victor or yesterday
"Yes," that's what I'd tell them,
"Why have today when we still have yesterday"
But they only peeled their moldy fingers
Wait
A wall of snow faces the crowd
Lonely, stranded, with dripping fingers and open mouths
little boys sit and play with the holes in the snow
While their mothers and fathers stare at a blank wall of pacifist precipitation
"Forgive it..... it doesn't know what it does."
But the wall stares and drips all the more, with hard eyes and a greedy grin
and the holes of a man that has no home
dim teeth and feet stabbed into the ground
the children stare and grasp hands in childlike disapproval
the moment ends all to soon
lonely and staring at the gloom in a heat filled room of 14 years
Remember the shade of gray we inhabited
a judge from your iron throne
I could call you a king but it was the fake glance in the way of the door
But you sat at the table and watched the steam float from the fake mug sitting in your hand
But a king wasn't enough
For all the fake smiles that floated through your eyes
And the kingly duties ignored in favor of brighter things
So you headed for the door
Until we saw the sun
.rain. Golgatha by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature
Literature
.rain. Golgatha
.rain.
Golgotha
Snowy ears
noisy heart
words melt like butter, slip from my head
to my mouth: regurgitate
yesterdays novels forgotten thoughts
a noisy smile
chilly heart
.
coming down
snow field of light
thefallfeelsheavyinmyhands
as i trudge off with a grudge
settle down in a house made of men
.
I gaze in the window at a man
so untouched by a loving hand
his heart is a graven, folded page
whisper whisper the child is awake
sell made in a distant bay
a bed of bones where he lays
.
snow, cold, way home, 5 ticks to spare
life life heart beckons me to sleep
.life
cold death
mouth not ready to speak
a savour sits
tigh
This shits a curse
But I love it
I've got my life
Put your trust in me
And I'll put it on that piece of paper
If you wanna hurt me, I dont care
I'll take it,
Over and over
Love me, tease me, kiss me, hate me
There is a woman in my town
Naked as she floats through the streets
The sun shines out of her pores
Her hair shows me the light
I can see her truth
She never says a thing
Yet speaks the words
Love in its purest form
And I feel like I could cry
For she is life
I wish you could see too
Its a beautiful thing
Wakes up with music on his mind
For he can feel it
He can even see it
Just a moment now
Nothing else matters
In that space and in that time
Move those hands sweet man
Colours radiate his room
Deep blue and purple too
Jazz runs through his bones
i wrote you
a poem
(
but broken homes
and broken hearts
can't be mended
with loving words
and question marks
)
and in return ,
a papercut
straight across my pale chest
i flinch
as my rhymes and hope
reach my heart .
eye fluttering
and breath stopping ,
my soul dies .
revolt against human living. by NightlyLies, literature
Literature
revolt against human living.
and here (here here) is a secret: i write only to break my own heart. because that is what humanity is all about. we love to hurt, we love to be told we'll be worth something. (we love)...
sunsets
night skies
the thought of love
roses
hickeys
hearts
You have eyes like dew,
And hair like grain
And skin as soft as the morning rain,
Yet you build your walls that touch the sky,
Like mountains to the end of time,
And you hate it,
How I see right through,
Through mountains I see you
Sitting alone there but you won't see me,
And I hate it,
How I wanna hold your hand
Be the only man to wake beside you,
But you can't see me,
And I'm waiting,
To see your smiling face,
And the arms I can't embrace,
I'm sitting alone here
Staring out into outer space,
And I know,
You will never see me,
But I'm the man, who wants to be,
The pillow for your head,
A little bit of everything
A Penny for your thoughts
Check out these links:
http://scarsovmankind.tumblr.com/ (My political side with a bit of poetry)
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Iowa/185170994868116 (My Musical Side)
I'm still here I promise, it's just been a while since I've posted. Summer gives me bad writing block for some reason, I guess because I have nothing to do so not a lot of inspiration comes around. But I will be back writing soon really :)
I'm okay... I saw Emily's status "single" thought to check on you, how're you coping and all I mean as far as I can recall you loved her a lot. ._. I'm fine, just gaming recently, a dear friend left me recently so just trying to lose myself in the game really.