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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I. The Sonic Surge Bombastic Brain jumps. Tornadic Tunes bump. Sticky Snow dumps. Can you keep up? Clandestine Cover up With make-up. The blue blooming bruises In your sacred heart, Seared from the start. Hellbound Hopeless child, Running wild With the fearsome fire of desire. Put to stabbing shame, Left in perpetual pain For a boy without a name. II. The Mirror Maze Infectious Imaginarium. House of haunted mirrors. Skewered perceptions. Fractured reality For a man with no face. With or without you, I am in forever altered states. I am aware of my inherited worth. And tolerance that cannot abate. Obliterate your senses. You are overwhelmed. The tables have turned. I declared, I saw. I came; I wanted to conquer. I was denied, denigrated. With mutual transgression. III. The Wick & The Wolf Feeble excuses for romance And friendship. Overwhelming betrayals. Spirit Wolf baying in the night, Searching for a light. I need the wick to ignite. My mind is a candle stick, Burning from both ends. My nails, chewed to the quick. The faceless crowds give me the ick. I am only sick in the head With their dread. IV. The Martyr’s Blanket I need a warm bed, Next to warm bodies With warm blood Pouring from the cut vein— A saint for the pain. Holy martyr of my retribution. My evolution. Second chances, Wrapped in my blanket. I crave the injury. Empathy. We are birds in cages, Opened to the pages. V. The Ravers & The Temple I need ragers and ravers, With green hair and toxic vapors. Boots tied to the knees, And knives buried in sleeves Over the hearts they wear. I am a nurse nightingale, But only for those who earn the right. The warrior full of fright. A knight of my temple— The body, The dimples on my backside. I need a carefree ride, Into the next verse, The next station. A contribution. A relation. VI. The Chest & The Cracks All I have received— It was stagnation. Desperation, unholy trepidation. My face got dirty from the make-up, Made up lies To sedate their worries. I have fallen between the cracks, In the chambers of your bloody pump. Drowning in ventricles of vanity. Not a victim— A participant. I claw my way through, And out Of your chest back into the world. I return, resume. I restart, redo, Rebirthed in the dew. VII. The Eyes That See Searching for something new— A fresh pair of eyes To see what is inside of me.
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