Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Thursday, October 9, 2008

LOW RADIATION

consistent infuriation
modest and determining evaluations
contaminating self reliance with a fleeting desire
infatuation with the push
even unwilling to release inhibitions
and finally be controlled

contradictory self loathing
predicting monumental devastation
blind to the pulsating madness
saturated and dripping with disgusting personality

ingesting the malignance of pure abhorrence
so greedily as to not omit a single crevace
devouring not all thats around
but oneself completely

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

somewhere in possibility
lies your lust: your option
as a massive imbellishment
to a character developed of forgotten memories
if attained then what
to never have
completely lack of a social ability called departure

laying grounds to a violent anomaly
of which modern pride can no longer exist
feasting upon cliches of a selfish enviornment

a possible outcome shadowed
by a malevolent entity
undecided if this chance warrants an emotion

failing, crawling, stuck,... fuck.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

To Emulate A Wretched Constellation

THE FOG BECKONS A SINGLE ENTITY
FORTHCOMING AND IMPENDING DOOM DESPAIR AND TRAGEDY
A BLANK STARE
A SINGULAR ENTRANCE
FALLING THROUGH UNBRIDLED PENETRATION
AGAPE IN A WINDOWLESS SHADOW
FROZEN IN THE PASSAGE OF HOLLOW INTERSTELLAR PIGMENTS
TO HAVE A CONSTANT IS NOT AN OPTION
LEFT WONDERING
A SPLIT TONGUE
A SHELVED PERSONALITY
A MASSIVE CRANIAL FRACTURE
NO CONTENTION WITH THE UNABATED SICKNESS THE LUST
THE EVERPRESENT PHENOM OF DEPRIVATION

Gray Skies

A MASKED INVASION OF THE DARKEST DESCENT
INVOLUNTARILY IMPRISONED FOR NO GAIN OR PRETENSE THEREFORE

A SINGLE FRUSTRATION MASKED IN ELUSIVE PIGMENT
A SHADOWY MARBLE ENGULFED WITH SOLITUDE
I ENVISION MY PLIGHT AS A MARVELOUS PERSONAFICATION OF EMOTION

THE BLUEST OF FLAMES LICKING THE CRIMSON BACKGROUND
OF A MILLION MEMORIES OF HER NEW FACE

THE GREYEST OF BLUE EYES I HAVE EVER SEEN
HOLLOW, DISTORTED, AND A FIGMENT....GONE

COTTON FIELDS AND PINK SKY
A FORGOTTON ESCUTCHEON PERCHED ON A WILLOW TREE

A DEEP LONGING FOR AT LEAST HOLLOWNESS
A FEW MORE DREAMS AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS