Mirrors Sink in Shallow Oceans by Poizzonous, literature
Literature
Mirrors Sink in Shallow Oceans
You are bastardized and vulgar,
A kiss of thorns stealing blood from
Needy lips, pale and wordless, white and worthless
You are meretricious, you are purposeless,
Robbing of peace and losing control.
Your deep eyes reek of the shallowness
Of the turning tide,
And your superficial smile
Hides the secrets of a thousand days,
Ebbing away in fickle waves.
You walk on the sinking sand of the shore,
Losing your journeyless feet
To the earth, but
You never mind losing yourself,
Do you?
You thoughtlessly lose yourself
To your own digressions, reckless,
And don a coat and a mask,
Walking fruitlessly through gaps in time.
Your hand
My Zodaeus Rides By Night by Poizzonous, literature
Literature
My Zodaeus Rides By Night
My dark knight
Bounding through midnight
On a valiant horse of bravery,
Flying through the sky on
The wings of Pegasus,
Wings of insanity and curiosity
Laden with gold, him with the scent of roses strung through his hair.
He flies only by night, green eyes piercing the darkness
Wishing to remain mysterious,
Wishing to remain a perpetual question.
What am I to ask?
At sunrise, my questions dissolve together.
They create a pool of confusion; they become Pegasus
Unharnessed and unbridled,
Riding away into tomorrow,
Leaving me to wonder the day away.
Tomorrow is today is yesterday,
And yesterday is eternity;
An eternity of yeste
He leaves me
For bitter nectar amongst
Faceless demons;
He wants no part of anything
But this senseless sin,
Which he holds so dear to himself.
He loves me
For my friendship and my
Sweet
Soft
Kiss
And the reasons he had
for taking it from me.
But he leaves me
For bitter nectar amongst
Faceless demons;
He has no use for me anymore;
He has lost himself in another world.
A world in a heaven for him;
My hell.
to you,
it's okay, you know.
you can just steal my heart.
and then steal the rest of me.
you'll never care, will you?
it's alright.
for you, i'll pretend it's alright.
because i love the way you use me.
cause when this all finally kills me...
(and it will, my love, it will)
i won't miss a thing.
but i don't know what's wrong with me, i can't just let you do this to me, i can't believe i'm letting you do this to me, i'm insane, i should be watching my back and acting more responsibly and not just letting myself go like this but you, you, you have this magical effect on me, and you know it, you can get me to do anything and everythi
Plastic styrofoam world doesn't make sense nothings right sitting there counting fingers lying on my bed staring at the ceiling id count the tiles but its popcorn ceilings laying in the silence I don't like silence turn on the radio and its bad music sad music sad singers tragic jackasses hollow mountains and lava goo make up my existence what color today green red blue purple does it even matter anymore it all looks the same it all looks gray waiting by the phone for his phone call but it never comes and I should know by now that it never will go down the elevator down down down into hell does it even make sense do elevators go down that far
Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see.
Look into my soul, just
Tell me if I'm breathing.
On the inside,
On the inside.
Reaching out to you,
Won't you
Pull me up, pull me out,
Take me, cleanse me, renew me,
Make me part of you once more?
Stop the swirling madness, I'm
Waiting anxiously.
Something real I can touch
Is everything I need,
On the inside,
On the inside.
The steam is rising up and out,
Burning from my eyes,
And I've
Created for you an ocean
With all the tears I've cried.
Bubbled in
Protected, pure,
Innocent,
Or so I seem.
Caught between a world of chaos
And a world of dreams.
Seems the whole world
Is staring back at me
Seems the whole world
Is staring into me
Trying to read me,
Trying to know me.
Eyes obscured
Think you see me...
Injustice,
You have no right.
Can't you see that I'm
Caught between a world of chaos
And a world of dreams?
Isn't that what you wanted?
Isn't that what you hoped for?
Isn't that your dream?
she's all grown up
holding on
saw the truth and
her happy ending turned out wrong
she's all grown up
runnin through the door
little plastic fairy wings
draggin on the floor
little broken magic wand
held gently at her side.
little magic shoes can't make it
be alright
this
time.
burning yellow streetlights
and freezing black pavement
she walks along the dead grass
along the broken cement
and wonders
why there isn't more
here to greet her tonight
and she asks herself
where am I going
and what am I doing?
and she asks you,
don't stop, don't stop
don't stop loving me.
run with me into tomorrow
we'll run away from today
as sad memories from long ago
begin to fade away
she asks herself…
and she'll make you sell
your soul on the street
to a devil with bright green eyes
and a perfect smile
so cheap
and you'll never see it coming
and you'll love what she does to you
he'll pay a bargain discount for a
Fast forward into tomorrow.
Everything is far less gray,
less gray than what you see in me today.
Now stop!
Just let time stand still...
I'm standing in your arms and,
I'll never let you go.
Tomorrow's twilight,
Sparkling on the trees outside that window
Can't compare to tonight's moonlight.
It shines along the street
And glimmers all throughout your eyes.
I know what I see inside you
Now.
Standing, staring
Out my window,
And it's 3 AM, and
I'm reminded of you,
As I see one, two, three
Speeding sports cars
Racing down my street.
Now we're in tomorrow.
We'll never look back to today.
Hang on, just don't let go;
Hear m
Mirrors Sink in Shallow Oceans by Poizzonous, literature
Literature
Mirrors Sink in Shallow Oceans
You are bastardized and vulgar,
A kiss of thorns stealing blood from
Needy lips, pale and wordless, white and worthless
You are meretricious, you are purposeless,
Robbing of peace and losing control.
Your deep eyes reek of the shallowness
Of the turning tide,
And your superficial smile
Hides the secrets of a thousand days,
Ebbing away in fickle waves.
You walk on the sinking sand of the shore,
Losing your journeyless feet
To the earth, but
You never mind losing yourself,
Do you?
You thoughtlessly lose yourself
To your own digressions, reckless,
And don a coat and a mask,
Walking fruitlessly through gaps in time.
Your hand
"And in fact the artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss." Rainer Maria Rilke
everything's changing so much.
it's somehow not hard to find inspiration, but hard to choose a medium.
do i want to start taking pictures? writing again? maybe in spanish? more self portraiture? start drawing again?
i need equipment. shit.
i've had a ton of caffeine this morning. i am buzzed...and mellow.