Hand over fist
Tightly bound mist
Falling change washes
Covering new day UN-derailed
Timelines metabolize truth
Driven skull to shine and buffer
Smoothie abuse, set up new booths!
A concoction of American bliss
Rage to the end of the world
See the bills unfurl
Leverage this beast
Make it complete
Categories:
metabolize, dedication, journey,
Form: Free verse
I feel like im going to puke i cant stand this feeling
You always find a way to ruin my day and leave me shaking
Im pissed that you always break me down into pieces
I keep waiting until your torture ceases
Yet you just keep going,picking on me like a bully
Until the day comes when i can finally defend myself fully
You make the sun shine and die at the same time
You trick me into thinking everything is fine
You have full control of what im feeling everyday
When things finally look like there going to be fine you leave me in dismay
I'm still crying here are you happy?
Do you care? everyday more and more i feel crappy
Is there ever going to be a day that you apologize?
lay off my back until i can metabolize
Categories:
metabolize, life, day, me, day,
Form: Rhyme
I swallow my secrets,
sharp little shards of the bizarre
that would gossip of my weaknesses
if allowed to converse
with the light.
One by one,
they scratch along
a cervical bridge
between my heart and mind
before being accumulated
in a churning pit
of reason and conscience
that constantly folds self into self
and manipulates the flavors
of my life.
I never intended to invite you
into my sacred archipelagos,
I meant to sample the sweetness
of your flattery,
the ambrosia of the forbidden
and metabolize your motives later
but you defy my volcano
and oxidize in my stomach
an embryonic gallstone
feeding on the amniotic bile
that disintegrates
my most caustic emotions.
You could extinguish my hunger;
the lightless, empty craving
for content-edness
and alleviate the peptic erosion
of my islands
by accepting their idiosyncrasies.
But I fear you will overfill me,
nauseate me with your revolutionary rites
and that I will regurgitate
the occult within.
Yet, I can't suppress the craving
for more crumbs of your affection.
Categories:
metabolize, introspection
Form: Free verse