Gods of the night give way to mountains of amber liquid,
gods of sun and the super moon, this sunday a beast of quiet,
born from saturdays noise
breathing lifeless, alone, and separated from your side for an hour,
see how i twitch, see how i react to you coming down from your tower of drugs,
i am clean and you are a mess,
and i am dirty, because of your love,
because of you,
i am nothing but dirt.
what was once thought a blessing these hard walls
has become a prison
no longer protecting one from harm
but keeping at bay all that another’s love could bring
two nations play kiss chasy
and their people fall not in love
but into war
The world will sleep quickly today and tomorrow
the sadness reeks aloud
let them marry
let them all have their knowledge
let all the children eat
and can we not just burn the suits
so i cry for this anarchy as it moves them not
here comes the change
but we must be willing to bleed
like a poet
like a lover
like the millions before us
lay down the lives and spread waste to the unknown
let them all go up in flames
let it be me
let me be there
and stand aside and let me live forever
as that is life
it is forever
words with no edits
and passion without the packages
i am a shadow
alive only in your light
but please do not shine too brightly
as i will become none existant
i will disappear
and as the night draws near
once again i shall appear
till the night takes over all
and i am one with the world
and i cover your sweet body
the shadows
the night
and me
Gods of our night give way to mountains of amber liquid,
gods of the sun and this grotesque moon, this sunday a beast of quiet,
born from saturdays noise,
breathing barely,
lifeless, alone, and separated from your side for an hour,
see how i twitch, see how i react to you coming down from your tower of drugs,
i am clean and you are a mess,
and i am dirty, because of your love,
because of you,
i am nothing,
but your dirt.
Trying to decide whether this pain is on the inside, or just skin deep.
To see your photos,
i want to look upon you.
To smell you upon my sheets,
i want to be with you.
To need this kind of poison,
I want to die from your touch.
The desire to call you, it is late,
and i have other things to do aside from you,
i will write a poem, and you, you will be all you know how to be,
horrible, unjust and hard.
I have nothing but my facade, my eyes that see, and cut you in two,
you have that summer dress, and full lips,
and i lay here watching you dress, who are you?
how did you find your way into my bed, this could be a poem,
if i wasn’t so tired.
zebrasindenver 