pop will go your spot when the fervor gets a little too much
if it’s just some kind of fling
then why does purple electricity appear whenever my mind thinks of The Thrust?
trust. when i tell you that
something inside of me is chugging ’round like a train
something inside of me, all up in my membrane
what is the meaning of this purple-charged lust?
it can’t be ignored so i guess, i guess….
with your consent
we’ll both be content
the beast with two backs
an aroma of fresh coffee in the air
with a side of Cream
silky & sweet
goes down smooth
if you know what i mean
a kind of dream
just fun, nothing ethereal
take the superficial and let it drop
& let’s get on with the ShaBoogie-Bop
Daily Prompt: Sparkle
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a negative space
once soft eyes burned through my soul
like hell fire coals
that is when I knew
no water would save me now
gnashes to ashes
where is the cure?
that’ll make you see me as pure
that’ll take all my ugliness
& plunge it into space
maybe it’s because I’m the wrong race
maybe there’s too many imperfections on my face
perhaps my very being is a disgrace
forget about the past, I’m done with that place
but now I can’t seem to hit the right notes
what key am I even in?
it’s anyone’s guess
when did it all turn into such a huge stinking mess?
it became such a charade
a fantastical shit show parade
may as well make a toast with expired strawberry lemonade
where is the cure?
to stop the tears from my eyes
from falling upon what was once a daily beautiful surprise
but turned out to be merely a guise
tears, turning the Earth’s dirt into mud
caked under the crevices of your black Adidas
with a final, sickening thud
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Tagged break ups, creative writing, depression, love, love lost, poem, poetry, relationships, romance, writing |
I am a lonely sinner
some may say i’m not okay
as i live in my box,
a box full of scribbled & ignored music notation paper
holding a pen with no ink
some same say only the Holy know what to say
when living in a box all alone
a single tear drops in my nappy garden
& wets the paper with splotches
dots. notes. sprinkle on, starkid, like the purple rain drops of yesteryear
that sing a melody that reminds me of you somehow
maybe i’ll let it play as i pour another drink
i went looking & found something
something i’d been looking for
oh, something that’s been on my mind
today, yesterday & so many days before
i found what i was looking for
for no other reason than to seek validation
towards a concept i deplore
i can’t feign the funk, its always been there
no sense in being enthralled by a faux chaotic figment of lust
still i can’t ignore the thoughts of you
that float by my eyes every time a dove cries
they always take me by surprise
sets me afloat to who knows where
a place far off in the future….or before
i’m not counting the days anymore
wherefore art thou, bloomage?
who am I without you
when we’re not touching
nor thinking of one another?
who am I without you really
you’ve brought out the best in me
is it still there when you’re not around?
Stone Cold Crazy In Love with You
don’t take that the wrong way, babe
i want you so bad it hurts, it hurts
trying to be good but you love it when i’m bad
it’s driving me absolutely mad
the things i would do for you
on you. in you.
your mind, not your body, silly fool
is this love? is it real? Or is it just a phantasm I feel?
i feel half as free as before. Flipping through several volumes of dictionaries in desperation to find a way to define the deep down unnecessary happiness leaking splashing around inside of you, inside of me, blurring us upsidedown
feels like indigestion at the very least
guess i’m still a sucker in the specter factory, oh oh
No means yes when it calls for it ’round those parts
a part of you
an extra large case of you
a foutain of you built for 2
half as free only if i continue to be but i’m
Stone Cold Crazy in Love with You
Can U Relate?