Black and grey—
half-dead, half-forgotten,
etched in silence, waiting.
Thou to draw, thou to withdraw,
tracing echoes, tracing the traces,
cursed yet, blessed.
Now, I sit, tracing
the scars of the ruby,
fingers brushing against old omens
in the reflection’s cold embrace.
(I know the echoes all too well—
for I am the one who breathes life
into the melancholies in my head.)
I have waited my summons to the eternal silence
Bandied about from mouth to mouth
And barricaded the road to truth and lies
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night.
Many people have died on this ground
Exquisitely stung by the thought
I sighed deeply, from a kind of mental depletion
Because I know not why my death was delayed.
The bullet and stabbed wounds on me were deep
My buried hopes have long rotten
The bleak future remained darkened
And I fell into the blackest melancholies.
No job, no shelter, no food, no voice
And no respect for our fundamental human rights
We have been the victims of bad government
And utterly detached from life and the dividends of democracy.
.
Bleeding feet,
From treading on the pieces of a broken world
Blistered hands,
From writing and lying to myself it makes things better.
So I have to somersault along the thin rope of sanity,
Glowing neon,
Like a silver cleavage splitting depression into two.
Alone,battling the echoes of battered anvils shattering my bones,
The pain is heavy
I only hope these heavy melancholies don't snap the rope.
The blood makes the journey more slippery.
I sleep hoping I wake up to a six foot blanket.
I can feel my pieces splitting like my body is radioactive,
And pain is an infinite nuclear reaction.
I hope these tears drown my life away.
I hope the words buried in the cataracts of my heart survive and sing beautiful verses to the world above.
I am tired of fighting this war with myself.
Half of me wins
Half is left bleeding with no flesh to stitch to the broken bones.
_dark.side_
Elliepoet™
Freedom life and sacrifice
But tell me what's the ending price?
When most are bound beneath these chains....
And all one sees has gone insane
Shall I entangle, engage within my mind
Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes
Whom wish to cast me under their spells
Of melancholies projected tears....
While sounding crimsons rusted bells
Behind these bars they bent themselves
Amid conceptions misconceived
This tainted truth, that they should believe
Twisted....
Now nailed upon the judgmental cross
Wretched flesh, burning, its ultimate cost
When smitten fresh permeates the air
The stench that gathers, that they all may share
This feast of sorrow from among mangled times
Cannibals moment, at the expense of another human life
When the moon turns to blood, and the sun grows black
And right is wrong, and wrong is back
To gather its flocks amid her night of his day
As darkness rules, within the most subtle way....
Freedom life and sacrifice
But tell me what's the ending price?
When most are bound beneath these chains
And all one sees, has gone insane!
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The final thesis....
A virtual reality runs slowly
In my over-trodden heart
No more agonies make me happy now
That I enjoyed in the past.
Like a flock of homecoming birds
Milky melancholies run
Bending downwards droop, stoop and
Get their port at last.
Doleful dismal sadness vast
I have in my wounded heart
Nothing remains
Not even dizziness mark
But a heap of only sparkling dark.
Cockroach corpus ant or lizard
Nobody gets wet near or far
That a silent cry
Doesn’t have any single drop of tear.
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Lovely dreams; purple caribous and pink giraffes amid marvels placebo cycles....
Twineful fertile world always trying to inject its truisms twinkling
Twenty milligrams of cloaked melancholy; and misery loves company?!
As gazing into the storefront window at the merry made mannequins
Wearing their mystical montage apparels; with bipolar pixies pointing
Unto the animated star of recollection, during this narcissistics season....
Manna, while as lavender chimpanzees and yellow sagebrush kangaroos
Gather with the pink giraffes and purple caribous, afore this storefront windows
Relected fiascos injecting, twenty milligrams of placebo into melancholies
Mannequins, always trying to steal away the innocence in truisms dreams!?
Twinkling within their marvels cycle of narcissistics, misery loves companies....
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....“Animated Montage Manna” ~
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Primordial apparitions of ancient old cast into revolvings place....
Ageless chained amid perditions repineful matrix; cursed to roam
Once jade becomes the voice of truth wherein colours have washed unto their gray!?
Yet not today, as dreamful wanders aneath the nighttides new made moon ~
Renascence, reborn beyond merely a moment in melancholies calling....
To taunt within mockery the shattering glass of contained; cosmic
Folding twixt the colonades aligning now the reasons of detentes requiem
Destination affirmed afore the foundations of lapses times, requisition for the dead?!
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...."Revelation's" *
Floating as in a misty gloom,
Peering through the obscurity,
Daunting apparition above me,
Shades do glimmer across heavens.
Disguised from eyes,
By way of the swirls between us,
Summer crescent cries out.
Shining upon the misty dew,
Glistening upon its purity,
I am here; listen to hear.
My words from ancient times,
Through creation, I see.
Melancholies as well delight.
Mystical fantasy I present.
Upon appearance in dark,
One appellation,
Titles of many,
Luna is one.
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