City Lights.' Poetic Muses.
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| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave  Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Anyways, here's my.. stuff. Bear in mind I'm putting in everything I have still left in my topics section. So some of these are quite old. Contents 1- Internal Castration 2- Undeserved, Uncreative Wealth 3- Obsession's Entertainment 4- Bleak December 5- Double-Crossed Mystery Boy 6- Butterfly Bullets 7- Soul Slide [Murder In Ashen Seasons] 8- Airborne Catalyst 9- Summer Speculations 10- Society Deformed 11- Fires Beneath Ice [Only Dreaming] 12- Underwater Breathing 13- Calamity And Recusitation 14- Blackened Orange Fields 15- Missing Dreamer 16- Infinite [Wilted Wallflowers] 17- Misoneism 18- Black Stars And Shooting Clouds 19- Shapeless And Obscene |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Internal Castration Sending my throat in an envelope- it's still singing our song. The song of whispers through the magnolia trees- silent, yet alive. Your eyes are still rolling across the mausoleum floor- red and desert dry, Planting sandpaper kisses on everything they glance at. Plastic hearts melting in our hands- shrieking goodbyes in the form of locked doors and starvation. A temptation too great to resist- smashing in skulls with a rusted handle. A bite down to your bones- shiver, regurgitate, repeat. Enough to reduce my unsatiable hunger for the one I could never have. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Undeserved, Uncreative Wealth Supernova's streaking blanks across the poet's mind, Crashing- burning into damp, water soaked crevasses. Fright fixtured welfare that's gained from unknowing.. Picturesque score- fountain spewing lies and useless words, Futures unknown- waiting in palms- shaking hands. Paying for the words to the anthems they sing.. Preaching less than what is seen- scratched, dented below the surface, Unseen- strangely impactful, seducing parts of desperate followers no man-made map can find. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Obsession's Entertainment Bleeding confidence with loathing- distaste in the sharpest lives people seem to lead, I forge your name onto your parting wishes- rather, mine. Sickened smiles and broken fingertips- lunging into sunken skin and ashen blood. Kissing sins away from your ink stained lips- torn and blue, I swallow your bones- making myself just an inch away from human. Am I close enough for you? |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Bleak December When in the bleak December, Oh so clearly I remember, The image of your face repeating knocks across the door. Only this, and nothing more.. The pace of my heart weakens As it searches 'neath the beacons, Grasping nothing but cold embers lying dead across the floor. Only this, and nothing more.. Not a fragment of our blitheness- It's been buried under brightness Of the truth beneath the lies of the forgotten mythic lore. Only this, and nothing more... Neverless, we stand together, Through the dark and bleak December, Oh so clearly, we'll remember what is waiting 'cross the shore. Only this, and nothing more.. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Double-Crossed Mystery Boy Honeysuckle coated dreams- floating in a wave of curled locks; Parted lips echoing a bittersweet goodbye- never started, never finished. Glistening nervousness- beaded, below surfaces of forgotten promises, Thirty second re-count- love is drowning us again. How we love to watch life bubble- float away in pieces. Silky kisses- sweetened beyond recognition, Faces brought together- not touched, not seen- only there. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Butterfly Bullets A tongue-filled kiss to the confines of cold metal- bitter, rustic, dead. (She desperately craves the taste no girl should want.) Her fingers- spider legs against his web of curled locks, Cravings less than what can nourish insanity. Swallowing bullets and regurgitating shells- tornadoes wracking up her insides, Accidental brushes against her skin. (The fireflies dancing beneath her eyes are nothing less than short-circuited.) Coiled-snake skin scraping hard against her teeth- stained red with want, Body-language flashing neon in the brightest of days. (If only she could see what the rest of the world envisions.) |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Soul Slide [Murder In Ashen Seasons] Scorching voices- burning disorder and fueling distaste Scouring for ashen words beneath a rotted soul. Sicknening smiles and a glass tipped to failure- Glinting a pathway to alleyways unexplored. Stolen skin stitched together- misshapen, deformed (We'll hide away in sorrow; take advantage of shame) Founding hearts beneath autumns gentle glow; [We'll blow with the breeze- grotesque and murderous] |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Airborne Catalyst Waving goodbye to butterflies- Flitting away on goldenrod wings- lining the silver air. Shimmering contrast. (breathing in dust, and exhaling flowers) Sharing magic- turning life to the bold and beautiful. Can you stand tall- shimmy lilacs from wandering fingertips? Robbers fleeting on the edge of dawn- (Black and white jail stripes, blotting sunken meanings on our brains) Shaking final dewdrops of flaxen rays from the lovestruck sun, As she kisses the moon good morning- nestling down into fermented ebony leaves, Dancing amongst the stardust until it chokes her into a permanent sleep. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Summer Speculations Worn-through paths of dirt upon a prairie stretch road- Followed into the dark by wandering souls looking for purpose. Ignorance traces their paths through the stars (It darts behind distant moons in attempts to be transparent) Shuddered promises of love under the skin-tearing rays of trepidation, Lovers are stripped of their innocence under the song of crickets. Firework bridges built between gasping breaths For a feeble attempt at a sign of safety from the world’s discrimination. Tied by souls alone, two men lean against murdered trees in the velvet night, Praying no one hears, but everything is seen. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Society Deformed Darling, they’ll feed you the words you can’t speak- Forced down your throat as you silently weep. They’ll tear out your brain and replace it with steel- A murder machine with no way to feel. They’ll kiss your sweet lips as they coat them in black- The ashes of lovers you’ll never get back. They’ll ease you to sleep with a book filled with lies, A paraphrased reverse of their prying eyes. They’ll lurk around corners in shoes full of dust, Muffling their footsteps with ideal lust. A fraction left hiding from your curious mind, As they thick-coat your pupils ‘till they make you blind. They’ll find your voice box and they’ll break it in two, As they poison your blood until it turns blue. They’ll rape all the warmth from your innocent skin, And they’ll drink it all down with a smirk and a grin. Their greed to have more than what you possess Leads them to slaughter all that repress. They’ll knock you down and paint you defile, So darling, just breathe, and dive in with a smile. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Fires Beneath Ice [Only Dreaming] Winter fingertips- dipped in rosewater to banish the cold, (Charmed into seduction by the way they freeze the keys.) Ice needles sewing thread through the "fabric" of time, Chasing snowmen from sand-dunes in fairytale mockery. Summer diligence against the winter's frosty air, Vibrating softly against horse-hair strings and condensated glasses. Shining softly with an aura of hummingbird song- The butterflies whisk away frost bugs that dance beneath the morning dew. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Underwater Breathing And I wish things were easier than breathing underwater; The sweat before a sinners confession- a more appealing lead-in scene. But artists feel what sinners dont. (deep within dark corners, beneath that shade of navy blue in black) If the heart guides the hand- poets expect what at the edges of bleeding fingertips? Red ink and rose petals, or a bridal-style embrace goodbye? Realism was never ideal for those who lived inside their heads. Mansions built along the forest lining- casting shadows over glowing letters and stale parchment. Literary hearts are just another way of letting go. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Calamity And Recuscitation I feel like falling off mountains and jumping from planes, not diving into car crashes and dancing with tornadoes. I feel like singing to skyscrapers and strumming grass blades, not murdering trees and staining the oceans. Do you feel like screaming? Do you feel like falling, Because the world is careening off the edges of your fingertips? Because you can't convey life's sunsets and sunrises? Well, let me whisper obsceneties that mean less than what you think they do. Lyricists are born from tragedy. You're no lyricist, my love. You're an apocalypse. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Blackened Orange Fields The sun will hide, Shed it's tears behind the blanket of the moon. The tea cups chime from lack of liquid, Cradled; webbed and dusty, off the sides of empty shelves. Flashes of neon light- Exposing hysetrical reflections. Sanity dangled from shriveled organs, Over brinks of collapsing bridges. Drawing invisible lines between euphoria and derangement, One can never really know, who lives beneath the street lamps. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Missing Dreamer Just a jumbled mess of words; of nothing [but everything] Why is it that walls leak secrets like broken china teacups? Shimmy through cracks in sunlight rays, and mock the insides of lips until they creak to spill unforgettable truths? If you're so passionate; so /obsessed/, why can't you express in "truths" what I can in lies? Explosions of literature and neon lights in shrouded corners unveils what foundation and poise have yet to hide from the world; That sickened face of yours; meanaced grin and glinting eyes- crumbling heightened sensations and furious heartbeats to silence and captivity. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Infinite [Wilted Wallflowers] Golden-rod pastures; baby blue skies, and the warmth of your seduction against my broken neck. You're all I have left to believe in, and I pray you too won't sail away on the transparent wind with the butterflies and birds of song, because my voice could never melt the cores of frozen ears; or creep through the raindrops on a stormy night. You bring me to life by a simple whisper; "You're my world." Funny how it was never my name that slipped between those parted lips. Your fingers tangle with those of dancing grass, and I never wished more to be the ground beneath your back, easing you into slumber with silent promises of a glowing morning. Could I lie and say I held the moon in silken sheets behind the trees; just to lure you into thinking I posessed a beauty far beyond your own? |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Misoneism You're the string woven bracelet to my wrist, Mimicking a hospital band, but not quite; An intricate failure just so profound as to colour code your bedsheets with reasons why this fading cancer never seems to last. I'm out of my mind, possibly, and you're always in yours. It's too real to be fiction; too vibrant to be dull; But too "fantasy" to be reality. What goes on beneath the lampshades never seems to be that scream of "just good enough" to pass as silver linings. It just seems to make waiting all the more painful as I realize this dream was never fit to cure disease heartbreak love. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Black Stars And Shooting Clouds If you nod and whisper you understand, I'll toss my head and scream "We're never okay." For when the days feel like nights, And winter feels like spring, The fingers of eager piano players and saddened poets will merge; the skies will collide and all worlds will be as one. Your eyes will dip beneath the horizon, bathing in ghosts of all the songs never sung; as mine will rise with burning phoenix's- the ashes falling to shield your phantoms in dust that may just trick your mind into thinking it's okay. But it's never okay, darling. We are never okay. |
| City Lights. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2374 | Shapeless And Obscene I'll take your words and put them through the ticket machine- my given receipt will purchase everything but what I need; your mouth against aged skin, whispering youth into it's cells. I can't hear with all these dirty coins inside my ears, but I'm sure your heart screams for more behind your lungs than just air and wealth. I'm sure. I'm sure? I'm not. I'm not? Take your words and get out. Don't waste your breath on me. Don't. waste. your. breath. |
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