Electric flame
Electrode entity
electrons
Switch
Twitches in the nervous system
Static electricity
Mania, volt
Pulse
Sensitivity
Electro plasticity
Plasticine
Explosive
Activity
Once more
Broken heart
Stepped on
Spit on
Careless whispers
Every love
Every butterfly
Lies to me
Be gentle
I dont know
How much my heart
Can handle anymore
I want that one love
late nights
stolen kisses
whispered secrets
fingers wrapped in mine
I want that one love
2am fights
makeup sex
laying under the stars
walks on the beach
I want that one love
gentle caresses
long conversations
sunsets and sunrises
passion and adventure
I want that one love
old and gray
puzzles
grandkids
every day
forever
I want that one love..
She calls me at 11:53pm
lips deep grey, maybe, but
certainly shaking, and
if I remember nothing of this
nebulous continuance
I will not forget her fear
that we are storms raging;
pretty women with bullet eyes
and breaking bones bandaged in
soft lit pastel skin;
fierce birds, each of us
a rib-caged land-mine,
and that we, with our ever-hungry fingers
pick men with open eyes and achingly
long lashes, men with calloused palms
that swoop our bodies like crows, that
eat us up and up
and that we
break them.
You see the ceiling,
You see the floor,
You see the bathroom,
You see the door,
You see an office,
You see a note,
You see the exit,
You see a boat,
You see some paper,
You see it all,
You see a cement block,
You see yourself fall.
I’ll be your Sanctuary –
respite from battle cries.
Just lay your weapons at my feet
and you may close your eyes.
I’ll keep you safe behind my shield
until the klaxon sound
commands us Wake and gather arms –
return to battleground.
You are my Sanctuary –
all fears I shall discard.
My burden borne on shoulders strong,
to you I yield my guard.
You hold me close and raise my breath
and soul above the sea
until again the world collapses,
ending our reprieve.
There is no Sanctuary –
when here remains just one.
I fight alone in fields of fire,
assailed by sword and gun.
Without you here to take my hand
and brin
Magnets.
Neodymium magnets.
That’s what we are.
Positive and negative charges.
People don’t really see a difference between us.
Other than the fact that you’re positive.
And I’m negative.
Being the negative charge I am, I try to attract good people into my life and repel the negative.
It seems that no matter how many positive people you come across, you try to reel me in.
A negative charge.
I try to pull away, but to no avail.
After all, you’re magnetic.
And you’ve got that magnetic charm.
Every time it happens, I seem to forget that we collide with a hard smack.
You try so hard to cling to me.
It's something I've always wanted for my own
Always craved to the heart
Yet I watch other people grasp it
Hold it in their hands
Take it with one word
And become whole
I've tried to have this treasure but it never uncovers itself to me
It is forever elusive to my hungry heart
That slowly my soul began to depart
I've become nothing but the observer of my desire
It never takes flame for me
Only to grow cold and wither to the bone
Every night I wish it upon the brightest star
But every thing goes back to being nothing but black tar
I began to see my wish was quite far
Though I wondered helplessly in my search
It was never in reach
My t
Oh pretty Alice
Don't you know the world is cruel
You're spinning, tossing, tumbling down
Into the abyss of the Rabbit hole
Up down criss cross
Swinging of the pendulum in the clock
Tick tock Alice
You don't want to be late do you
Silly girl you're always late
And always on time
You keep the time Alice
And you define it
Hours into days minutes into months
Wonderland Underland
Down deep and way up high
We can go see the pink clouds
And take a beak for tea
Out in the rose bushes
Full of evergreens
We can fall out under the stars
Watch the train roll by
Its carried by wind you know
With sails made of strawberry and lemon
Oh sad little Alice
Don'
The Stars, The Moon, and You by PhoenixAngel7, literature
Literature
The Stars, The Moon, and You
I opened my hand,
And out flew out a little bird
She tweeted about the stars
She tweeted about the moon
And she tweeted about you
I laughed as you fumbled with my hand
You thought it was magic
I kissed you goodnight
And I watched the stars, the moon, and you
It seemed so peaceful
Till the world went black
I felt defenseless as they stole you from my heart
You cried, you laughed
I wanted to run
But something held me down
So now I just watch the stars and the moon
And hope that one day,
I’ll wake to you next to me
That little bird never stopped tweeting for you
And I sang along
She stopped one day and stared at the sk
i take my seat on the throne
King of the ant mound
Futile, save the humor
i hold no power
Just an enigmatic vestige
in the shadow of the queen
Under this sweet blanket of omnipotence
i break out
in and of hives
We are one...
of mass hysteria and Stockholme Syndrome.
Tyranny and treason
Where opposites attract in symmetrical mutiny
The life of my love
cut short by infatuation
Reduced to faith, hope
and masochistic self-preservation
Welcome to the gray line division
of suicide and assassination
An apex of conflict
and my greatest creation.
-The Zax
You sold your heart to a sociopath. if i were a lesser or better man i could just laugh. But mine is broken.
Desperately pumping oxygen to my likewise broken mind to circulate a current carrying fragmented synapses with synergy in hypochondria. More defective through fear of hypoxia than any other actual state not dictated by The Great Amygdala Conspiracy.
This is science. All hail the lizard brain solipsist. And they haven't any choice in the matter.
So, now, the most romantic words i've ever said were for nothing, and i'm just something to remind you of how stupid you used to be. But it's all just a tug of war between the id and the ego.
There is a chariot being lead by hope
Occupied by someone like me
Not Elijah
i know not to invest too much
in the ideology
When the rein you're gripping is only good
for forty days or forty nights
That's up to you
And you are up to your neck
And your neck is up to my teeth
And i've had it up to here
So take a moment
And let all this
Sink in
The flood of blood
Turning love to mud
And water to well whiskey
And well wishing
From the kids at the wishing well
Throwing pan handled pennies from the chariot
Like it's charity
Theirs is lead by innocence
in a sense
i remain abeyant in the thought
in the moment
in the chari