3 demons Sharing one mind And half a heart Blazing eyes Burned hair In memory of the pain they also have to share 2 humans One man, one woman Combining to make one But never leaving themselves behind When everything's done, you'll find That those two humans Are but 3 demons Who don't know how to coexist 9 broken pieces Simple at is Watch everyone jump at the risks The failure The divorce The broken and bloody bones In a world like this 3 demons cannot coexist Not under the same roof for too long Either one dies Or moves on, from being strung along By then the demons have created angels to corrupt By then I am just another unconsumed drug By now you know It will never work 2 humans A couple angels Who grow up to be heathens All because they were raised By 3 demons -This is one of my favorite poems I've written. It's my eyes on marriage, the tale of how even though two people are supposed to combine to one, trying to give themselves over to one another unsuccessfully only brings the two into a bitter three. The two angry humans, and the devilish union (represented as a one of its own).
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We skipped over life
Like a pebble on the concrete Used love like chalk Faded from my feet A nail, a foot, a fall The skies talk of fleet Places and crafts cover my eyes He takes my face Recognizing lies Daddy don't smoke no more But grandma does Momma don't walk no more The wheels are stuck in rugs Rest of mama's life was but a wheelchair Rest of mine gone be A whole lot of I don't care A whole lot of tantrums Sayin it ain't fair But angels don't come from nowhere And nowhere ain't hell Hop in, hop out Watch the page for ink blots Hop in, hop out I've forgotten how we play Hopscotch He lived a life of a man who loved a woman
He held a heart in his chest that belonged to her Granddad was not a man -- But the one who loved a mom A mom of a mom -- a grandmother Gentle and gray and possessed Raspy and tall and caring Almost lost, almost found Never far from his queen and her heart worth faring Demanding on the kids, dancing over holes in bullet rounds Angry over time lost to kids who weren't his Dead as his wife in their wooden home of pain and life -A grandfather is a man who gave up his life to live hers with her. Once she's gone he realizes he lost his life to a woman who had died and left him empty. He had no children or family of his own-- he lived her life and now he has none without her. He was a silent man
In a turquoise car Ugly as it was It got him pretty far So I got in, too Never miss the boat Hold me to your heart Keep me afloat Now as you die silently in my arms I kiss your eyelids, myself free from alarm As the disease continues to eat you away I am fine I am immune I'm still in your car Playing a crystal tune Love, I keep is saying is glass Breakable and reflective Like no matter where you move Pain will last There’s that dark part of you Hoping that light will surpass When you’re dead and gone When I’m left to mourn When the ashes that have fallen onto the waves Send me into a place to be reborn I’ve fallen now Your whistle still singing in my ear Spinning round and round The most beautiful rainbow in you Right there, beyond that transparent white We see ourselves, both as blue You don’t seem to comprehend I can’t accept that Your body limp My muddy feet on her fancy ‘welcome mat’ I guess it was too much for me to assume That life would continue As this interminable crystal tune Goodnight, my darling In my eyes, you’re still here Tonight, tonight I’m seeing clear Baby, are you still in fear Take me out and laugh at me Break the glass and set me free Like a genie in lamp A light that has me trapped And when I end up burnt, Say it’s just another mishap Spin you towards the sun You’ll get another spiral of color Look at you in the dark You’re nothing but clear But here in my night, your shadow is stark Continue to sing, sing my lullaby Watch me as I join you, in that cloudy sky Is it too late? Will you still be my groom? Break me like a diamond Hear my cracking voice fill our gray room Just like broken glass You’re my crystal tune And in my heart, you continue to trespass -Citrus Blue |
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