Period Piece
I am a dot in the novel of existence
Yet I can create and destroy an idea simply by my placement
An emergency brake on your Train of though
Splattering your dreams on the windshield of reality
Poetry's careening eloquence is too wild to tame
Using. Me. As. Pregnant. Pauses. instead of allowing me to dictate form
Streams of consciousness cannot be dammed by dots in existence
Only to overflow memory banks with the primordial essence
Redefining my place in language's celestial menagerie
To that of the literary meteorite burning bright across the sky
Only to pale in comparison and fizzle out amongst Creation
Numb
If I told you I died a thousand times would you believe
Heart made of concrete from being treated like sidewalk
People stepping over my pain like a bum in the street
Dead on my feet numb from the drug of Experience
Exhilarating depressant making me ignorant of Agony
Tapestry of Illusion making me look Positively into the Unknown
Hopping into Hurt and Ecstasy without a care
Dare I slip across the crystal stair with nothing to brace my fall
Laying my life on lines to make shapes from inkblots
Just to tell you peep what I wrote---- Ain't that egotistical?
Just as Sorrow is selfish in its Solitude
I am selfish in my own self deprecation
Sacrificing my self on crucifix's I don't need to bare
Just to tell the world "BEHOLD! An artist's struggles"
If my altar were as big as my Ego I'd burn for a thousand moons
Tomb built with walls of Alliteration trapped by the muse....
Off Topic (Ayn Rand)
I feel like screaming; and thats if anyone can hear
In this world void of individuals deaf from Conformity
No one can hear you scream in the Deep Space known as Humanity
Living dark matter existing as solitary parts of a mundane whole
Who will cry for Mavericks trailblazing
Using solar flare's as Highways to Ever After
Only to crash in an Alien Matrix you call the Adult World
My only responsibility is to procreate thought Impregnating spirits
Cultivating embryo's of Free Thought in Barren Mental Wombs
Resurrecting God from Mere Man; damn your petty 9 to 5
My degree is in Liberation; escaping falsehoods of rigidness
Mutable Life Essence transforming through Existence
I am.... Everything that is because what was is my Potential
Soul on Ice trying to avoid becoming a Soul On Fire
Lest I am consumed by my Passion; engulfed in flames of Expression
In a Kamikaze dance with Destiny throwing Could Be's to the Wind
Allow me to relish in the sensual; tasting the wine of Decadence that is
Genius.... Mercurial mind threatening status quo
With quicksilver synapses exchanges; my mind is my gun
Blood of revolution drips from tongues before war is tasted
Forecasting hollow tip showers with a chance of heartbreak
So is the Destiny of the malleable non conformist
Transforming so much we wander the Deep Space of Humanity
Like comets with no home....
The Lonely Poem
Let me touch you; don't be selfish with your Grace
Who'll sing a song for a lonely Poet
That writes love songs for women he can only desire
Who hangs on emotional ledges only to commit Suicide
In relationships limited to fascination always ending with missed calls and voicemails
I can't express my daily heartbreaks in words, searching for perfection
Leaves me pissed off and disappointed, envying those who settle for less
At least their beds aren't empty at night
Mentally masturbating in a pillows faux embrace
I can almost taste the Untouchable Tangible on my lips
Heart melts I'm Heart Felt my Heart BREAKS it starts over again
So I can't love her because being her love-er means I'm starting over again
But her doesn't exist to me until I pull her in my sheets
So I leave my contacts at longing touches and deep gazes
Wishing for more but unable to explore the hearts abyss
Lest the dark place holds something I can't control....
BY DARIAS LANHAM
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