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crazybitch
01-10-2018, 08:34 AM
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Nocturnal Lullabies (https://2018writings.blogspot.com/2018/01/nocturnal-lullabies.html)


Breaking free from captivity
Another day for me
To see the sky
Completely.

I have been forgotten
in the dark wasteland
through fields of lost city lights
a bright century I have known.

The sky is an infinite explosion
I worshipped the meteors all night
and scar tissue when I cut you out
breathing my last breath
Suffocating my doubt.

Searching for an escape from
This terrible century
and existence was the answer
not false histories and rape
like the Queen of everything
I’m fighting the temptation
To hate.

He will come back with his weaponry
the storm will pass and I will be free
I am the High Priestess
I know the only way out of here
I will show them a war
A hell thats hotter than you.

Now that he is under my spell
I will dominate this kingdom
within the epileptic mind of a demon
He will keep dancing for no one
In the race to conquer fear.

Please don't issue apologies
for the pain you caused me
you can't be won over
by reprieve from your robed marquis
you're guilty of your lust.

It’s a blind coffer underneath
bound in a series of episodes
A snake in the weeds
and in your silence is harmonic
and this is ironic
but I don't want to smile anymore
Not for the aperture she
Put over my eyes for this chrome
Paradise.

As the night grows ill
I know I wont feel numb
The area has been cleared
A new world order has gone
the engineers have all disappeared
one by one to their doom
It was more fun when
The flowers bloomed.

I'm no crowning spoil
For a plastic resistance
he meant nothing to you believe me
in a backwards reality
We are forced lobotomies
They took your faith and tried
Nothings left I lied
The great champion of secrets

As the night goes dull
I show him the knife in my nightmare
the one he was meant to kill me with
in another reality that doesnt exist
because we are at war with one another
with the war lords who murder
angels like us in our sleep
and make us into the stars they worship
as the shadows creep around
under our skin and we don't die
From paramour music in
The sky.

As the sun is a giant clock in the cloud
and he doesn't want to talk about it
he just sits there as the noose is tied
staring at the nothing and I can't stand do
give him the answer to the question
because to him everything is a lie
and everything I am
meant nothing to my friends
But why was the sky so white
I am worrying that they don't know
Things I can't hide.

Take this collar and chain
now you can feel me again
promise that you won't be impaired
when I bind you; must be prepared to
be brave, and don't try to run
it was just a dream behave son
you can worship me or just say your prayers
I hope your not shaking

please don't be scared of the number one
don't impress me, just don't address me
or express more than an apology

I watch your every move
every curve and every place I can retrace
once your body adjusted to my sight
and I am just playing a game
and I opened my eyes today
just to watch the clouds float away
But today I'm ok today

I'm ready

If you were more than a memory
you were not just any one
not a true rebellion
you were my adoration
a doll I could dress up like my friends
and repair; wipe off the tears
and pretend to care.

Don't close your eyes; guy
I won't be bothered by the cries
you won't deny me; alibi
nor can you defy me with a holy lie
I am bound by only what I am
I am beautiful, you know it, damn
I am showing you all that I see
the world is capable of me
and nothing can be anything
When you can be.

You were everything to me.
So much stronger
than you were a danger
I can't change the things you feel today
in his arms I feel strange
free of all the pain and harm
I hear the sound of the alarms
And I want to run away forever

There is a siren in the light
she is bright
sings me to sleep
Fight or fly
Planes so high

I'm not a creep
I hear the wind in my sleep
and the sound of winter; don't deny them
I've been through a lot of stormy weather
There was a dream unbroken where
vows were unspoken and
emotional promises made
delicate to remarry in the brigade
too hard to unwind like
dancing like hysteria like the sky
Like andromeda

and we whisper to the sound
of love in her nightmares
and we sleep to the sound of
affairs that didn't really matter
things that were everything
But they weren't aware
and nobody cared
it never really seemed to make sense
we were everywhere
playing defense
but then nothing to anyone was right
now everything's obscure.

Just stay quiet until we riot at night
as if defending each scar
or scribbles of war on a train car
just searching in each other
for something that was
right there.

crazybitch
01-10-2018, 08:38 AM
United States of Madness

I was eight and mommy had a secret
She was supposed to be with him
Some guy named Jim sheíd met in high school a sweet heart but they stopped it
She was given an interrogation
Trump and Trump fooled the nation
The prescriber has medicine in a filing cabinet.

I was just eight and mommy had a secret. Blackmailed some guy named Jim the writing in the letter wasnít by him.
I was right there but they switched it to a false memory says the nurse behind a secret history with broken children in it.

They say your sickness is a curse we paid for but nothing was learned in that metaphor. You see you were split into pieces and put onto a monopoly board.

She went to the University studying political science but thatís not the full story the masked assassins spoke mad game of violence between classes and pumped the lines with dope for the masses.

Her story though never written was hidden behind white paint and metal bars chalked before their barriers were her selfless stars. She was the first to be broken and reassembled on the shelf but her conspiracy theory was a bold universe exploding within itself. Her repressed memories retired as princes of a new age rushed to turn the page.

Her book had no chapter and the silence was clear laughter. Her father left she pulled open the cabinet of secrets. A womanís face is blurred another motherless world a psychotic king an imbalanced brain of addiction and psychosis a complex neurosis born perfect and died shattered to come back from that dark matter reborn from labels dad says doctor gives her the pills to induce meaning as incurable as the disease beaten into her brain that we are all insane.

Iím tired of looking for the truth as I push my fingers into the dirt it hurts the earth when itís the easy way out to dance over my own grave the moment I uncover the bodies buried under me the more I feel brave to expose their decomposing dreams between two oppositions two raised flags behind smoke screens and an atom of truth a million people screaming donít give up donít lose hope this courage is our only chance.

Itís as if despite faithless despair there was a path God had been clearing for us and a time after all this chaos when mommyís dreams were real and I could feel more and it made sense that we had defenses not a wall not a shitty fence for the one percents engineered experience.

From the night shift she sleeps inducing stories that never end and people that donít pretend. This waking commercial nightmare. Iím dizzy and my visions getting blurrier I canít believe that Iím cured but cure is a subjective word. Itís ok honestly Iíll take the happy pills and it all gets better the voices will disappear lost to poverty Iím voiceless but they want me to be. Iím trying my best to fake the answers on a ready made test with a mind full of cancer.

You were the greatest and hated by most of us inside we all pushed you to it and we couldnít hide we lost you because this was a war on power not pride she knew that the media lied. Between the battle of lies wasting their time on people with problems nothing came close to the prize for the glory of a President while motherless immigrants laid in a dump and the red blood stain of America was honor to his poor brainwashed disciples thinking they wonít be the first ones sacrificed in these States of madness and suicide.

Two Faced Egg (23)
01-10-2018, 11:47 AM
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Nocturnal Lullabies (https://2018writings.blogspot.com/2018/01/nocturnal-lullabies.html)


Breaking free from captivity
Another day for me
To see the sky
Completely.

I have been forgotten
in the dark wasteland
through fields of lost city lights
a bright century I have known.

The sky is an infinite explosion
I worshipped the meteors all night
and scar tissue when I cut you out
breathing my last breath
Suffocating my doubt.

Searching for an escape from
This terrible century
and existence was the answer
not false histories and rape
like the Queen of everything
I’m fighting the temptation
To hate.

He will come back with his weaponry
the storm will pass and I will be free
I am the High Priestess
I know the only way out of here
I will show them a war
A hell thats hotter than you.

Now that he is under my spell
I will dominate this kingdom
within the epileptic mind of a demon
He will keep dancing for no one
In the race to conquer fear.

Please don't issue apologies
for the pain you caused me
you can't be won over
by reprieve from your robed marquis
you're guilty of your lust.

It’s a blind coffer underneath
bound in a series of episodes
A snake in the weeds
and in your silence is harmonic
and this is ironic
but I don't want to smile anymore
Not for the aperture she
Put over my eyes for this chrome
Paradise.

As the night grows ill
I know I wont feel numb
The area has been cleared
A new world order has gone
the engineers have all disappeared
one by one to their doom
It was more fun when
The flowers bloomed.

I'm no crowning spoil
For a plastic resistance
he meant nothing to you believe me
in a backwards reality
We are forced lobotomies
They took your faith and tried
Nothings left I lied
The great champion of secrets

As the night goes dull
I show him the knife in my nightmare
the one he was meant to kill me with
in another reality that doesnt exist
because we are at war with one another
with the war lords who murder
angels like us in our sleep
and make us into the stars they worship
as the shadows creep around
under our skin and we don't die
From paramour music in
The sky.

As the sun is a giant clock in the cloud
and he doesn't want to talk about it
he just sits there as the noose is tied
staring at the nothing and I can't stand do
give him the answer to the question
because to him everything is a lie
and everything I am
meant nothing to my friends
But why was the sky so white
I am worrying that they don't know
Things I can't hide.

Take this collar and chain
now you can feel me again
promise that you won't be impaired
when I bind you; must be prepared to
be brave, and don't try to run
it was just a dream behave son
you can worship me or just say your prayers
I hope your not shaking

please don't be scared of the number one
don't impress me, just don't address me
or express more than an apology

I watch your every move
every curve and every place I can retrace
once your body adjusted to my sight
and I am just playing a game
and I opened my eyes today
just to watch the clouds float away
But today I'm ok today

I'm ready

If you were more than a memory
you were not just any one
not a true rebellion
you were my adoration
a doll I could dress up like my friends
and repair; wipe off the tears
and pretend to care.

Don't close your eyes; guy
I won't be bothered by the cries
you won't deny me; alibi
nor can you defy me with a holy lie
I am bound by only what I am
I am beautiful, you know it, damn
I am showing you all that I see
the world is capable of me
and nothing can be anything
When you can be.

You were everything to me.
So much stronger
than you were a danger
I can't change the things you feel today
in his arms I feel strange
free of all the pain and harm
I hear the sound of the alarms
And I want to run away forever

There is a siren in the light
she is bright
sings me to sleep
Fight or fly
Planes so high

I'm not a creep
I hear the wind in my sleep
and the sound of winter; don't deny them
I've been through a lot of stormy weather
There was a dream unbroken where
vows were unspoken and
emotional promises made
delicate to remarry in the brigade
too hard to unwind like
dancing like hysteria like the sky
Like andromeda

and we whisper to the sound
of love in her nightmares
and we sleep to the sound of
affairs that didn't really matter
things that were everything
But they weren't aware
and nobody cared
it never really seemed to make sense
we were everywhere
playing defense
but then nothing to anyone was right
now everything's obscure.

Just stay quiet until we riot at night
as if defending each scar
or scribbles of war on a train car
just searching in each other
for something that was
right there.

Feels great to read your new writing.

And i was reminded of this, please enjoy.


"Seven days and seven nights
I dreamt a sailor's dream at sea
Seven days and seven nights
I dreamt a sailor's dream of me
Seven days and seven nights
The world was made and lost again
Seven days and seven nights

Brave men run
In my family
Brave men run
Into the setting sun
Brave men run
Into captivity
Brave men run
In my family

Brave men run
Away from me" - https://www.google.com/amp/s/genius.com/amp/Sonic-youth-brave-men-run-in-my-family-lyrics

Suedehead
01-12-2018, 10:07 AM
Both of these had some truly beautiful moments, glittering imagery, metaphorical fluency and an authentic eloquence that I really enjoyed. I especially liked this:

"The sky is an infinite explosion
I worshipped the meteors all night
and scar tissue when I cut you out
breathing my last breath
Suffocating my doubt."

I'm going to take a gander back through your other writings here :)

Shangri-LIE
01-16-2018, 06:27 AM
Cool

crazybitch
01-18-2018, 01:40 AM
Glass Tears

A pair of eyes seeing the score
dreams unfolding like the arms of a whore
Into a violet red night turning black
Quietly like history pretending
That he could leave and come back.
The bad moments unending
And the future complicated
An observation of what could never be
More of an idea that we
have been created
in the company of the estate the
Realtors of our fate.
Rage on rock star romancer of betrayal
and left you with nothing to stay for
sitting in a classroom trying to observe
Outcomes so unreal; a fatherless war
being told endlessly that we were wrong
for feeling this way for awhile
being in pretend, denial.
Faint to the slow moments
from red smoke against black cities
in nations of America that I praise
This passionate fire we had raised
looking for more than our hands tomorrow
Moving the future with heavy hearts
but they do know the truth
That God given greatness
Are we going to be forgiven
the ones who bathed in the mystery
intoxicated by the glorious of comings
Atop the pyramids of Time
I would be free from this world once more
That I tasted the blood of an immortal
Memory deep in the veins of an
Unending episode.
Faith was stripped bare to the bone
congress of devoted dreamers because
In the days of conspiracy the winners
There only consider exposure
To be a validation of their merit alone
So when you evoke the laws of justice
The God who rules the minds of men
Will punish those who do not see
The importance of their own surety.
If I didn’t dare myself to push past
this manic depression and overcome the
deep scars of my terrible isolation from
the ones I miss then I will remain a silent star
that one I made my every wish upon
when I believed everything would last and
that God lived past my broken lifelong
past with you and all my friends that come and go
on to better places between the bars of difficult cells
in slow motion climbing the ladder to all
that is above me and more than I can be
I wanted someone to love me and stay
But I kind of liked doing it the right way
this way my way today
Does my mother want me to come back home ;
to the house in silent satire of a mind set
comfortable with remote control
inside; a beautiful lie I was ashamed to admit to as
I was sleeping beside you in those hollow spaces
between the truth I had to never say goodbye;
I’m lord of my own defeat; I’ll be mistress of a paradox
I’ll rewrite my own name my past
is finished parody to the same class
Today I am confident that I will win for the
first time I am armed against the bad characters
with a plot so thick that turn and
people get dangerous with words
I’m hiding the scars for harmony
would you suffocate me of this sadistic philosophy
and I’d rather die than to hurt you anymore
than I’m hurting because it’s a matter of doing
something that has never been done
before it’s overwhelming
I had to shut down the computer
then I closed my eyes
I felt bleak against the lights and I was just a
psychotic freak I mean I’m weak and I’m empty
but I feel sometimes when it matters to no one
then I’m better off alone
the war I began and they laughed at me
When she felt suddenly ill and fainted on the
ground they have finally found the
million she could not save or produce
the lost and no use ; the captive now captor she became her
excuse and abuse in her paradise turning
into an evil that could trap her inside of their minds.
Yeah it was no longer a use to complain
they measured radiance with their
foreign tools like the ability to cover up abuse
with tape and boring games of rape
brand them with a theme; Under the wool
to cover the bodies
like as if we were watching
them dropping anymore
you bastard
you whore
Some of us in the nation were removed
with unholy divination; confused by
invocations this night I swear
I’ll wear my disguise and cheer the cheer
leader looking forward to conquering and
defeating you so what I could be
For someones dreams coming true
the voice of her name ringing in the air
ringing and ringing and driving them on
like Liberty’s Bell : they heard it loud
and clearly he was the one to tell.
hell in the end did he even care
You are my sunshine my only sunshine
the telephone rang; canonically as he stood
up against the framework
of the house on a shaken foundation
singing as I was swallowed into the bloom and
I missed being alone
leaving our bodies so cold as we run lik
e shadows across the playgrounds; as if that was
where my body was going to be found.
Reaching the top he enters as im interrogated
inside the giant tower of windows to
hide their fear as we distantly expand into
violent phantoms and disappear into their disorder
keep grinding your teethe in disbelief
Stepping further into the avoidance
arrhythmic voices and sweat replaces fear
I’m being beaten by an abhorrent man
game changers without plans
safe spaces to hide their deuces in
for their true words could only be erased
As if who they were could not be Traced
The outline of our faces
Then raced their chariots to the sky and
let the truth die; a terrible lie
excitable in an oblivious state
of ignorance and tormented by what
we knew nothing of in this house
full of secrets growing into
Mysteries
somehow drowning in it still they were
unlike those who could raise their fists to
Pill bottles on the windowsill; citizens
on dope who had hope
shaking I looked up like an anarchist
To where my life had gone
to see you smiling at my prophecies
How they’d quivered could we endure
porcelain beauty queen of Harlem
tears now no longer divine; but nowhere
just dust on my face and a twisted song to
hear as the shame I’m on my own feeling queer.
Am I going insane or am I the victim in a familiar
story that never ends? They point to a map to a
chart to dissect my body parts and pretend this
faulty wiring will mend as long as I
pretend for the plot story I forgot
G6 gps in the parking lot
I don’t believe that I’m insane. It’s
a hallucination in my brain
who fought the dark assassin
from my never
ending nightmare her eyes trained on
torture to the screen as the whispers faded
and the moments blurred you
watched me swallow
The Prozac in a medicated existence
my soul suffocating in endless
Confusion.
the taste is bittersweet in the future of a
sold out beauty queen abused by everyone
to be this skinny dirty pretty sex machine
I read your words until they could
mean good things, something obscene
the real the champion of everyone obscured
who seemed clean like a politician until more
faithfulness was gone it was I alone who came
back for revenge and I won.
what I feel I know is that it was true
he seemed too clever to do bad things to you
with her body slowly in decay
away in the cell below your estate
so then who was there to end the lie
To say goodnight and say goodbye.
We are real again, the girl can see us all
coming to once more before the fall of it all comes true
as he had breathed heavily for more
And somehow he was overcome by a girl
who came into the picture a stark contrast
a solution of medicines that would last
And assist in the framework of a master
faggot bastard.
The borderline disaster arch enemy
bound by the archetypes of the monarchy
the artist took my work too seriously
he never saw the rhetoric in this scene
that you drew
with the arms of a machine
for just a few more screws to unscrew
and cuts to unsign
of waging war on my short lived destiny
It was the war you waged against me
and it was the war you waged him against
and still she slept in it’s torment
in euphoric defiance of this government
he slept surrounded by dizzy machinations
by her advice about everything unseen
loved by everyone unclean
and so they slept with her advice
forgotten like they’d forget too rotten
but the whispers might haunt them
all the struggle inside of her mind dying
well that’s not an issue
I can't conquer the tragedy anymore
You are a useless whore.
Unaffected by the viscous words
that only I understand
when I speak to a vagabond
she was nothing but the creator
of simple plans ; her sacrifice
for others you could
picture the white world of men fabrications
muted scripture
undertaken by the majority and there was
nothing left but her, there you stood
dare to silence her
observing her silence
at the center of a killer contract
thankless eternity
you can't have me back.
where all the photographs had
lined too well they linked to you and what proof
Had vanished; that they would allow their faces
somehow to reappear in a play
Good to show someone the right display
celebrate; the party is ready to take it to the next plank
and when its too late…your voice will dissipate
into the nothings again I might
keep screaming, keep dreaming inside this
artificial machination to keep your self esteem
high because it’s possible to pretend not to die.
It was Too late to pretend the words meant
anything to anyone and as I close my eyes
again and you erase me from your hate absurd
I wonder if it is too late to debate this profitable
investment ; to be kind to the ignorant and this
state of rebellion I am in is so violent.

crazybitch
01-18-2018, 01:45 AM
Social

(https://theprose.com/post/199976/socialists)Let me describe a scene you could
not stand to relate to, debate the control of my mentality
inside of this comfortable cellular city; safe in stability..


You push through me, I'm dissolving into the air
But no one sees the girl she sees you right there in front of me
The false memories of living another chaotic theory.


I paid into the socialist empire, with dollars for pills
to suppress my abilities. I wrote books about nothing
to soothe the pain of losing my voice to verbal abuse
and sat in the corner, watching the world break
smashing into pieces around me. Suicide would drown me.


When no body found me, and true love forgot me
perfect melodies of the future I backed into
an infinite episode of ideas for potential disasters
I did it called it all down bastards.


Dollar bills, will it ever end when I can't pretend
my snow white love affair. Do you even care?
I'm just not there. no I am going nowhere
and when I go down I'm taking you down too
and you will feel this won't you


won't you?


You try so hard to break me don't you?
Try so hard
so try harder to.


won't you?


I cry myself to sleep
as the sun creeps up from hell to holes in the sky
I wanna die but that's just another lie I admit to say
everyone's high and I've got a blank screen
a bird of paradise, green,
and a dream of freedom


truly. The child she was
in another reality
where I possessed an affinity for love
and became Sarah or Natalie
or Stephanie or Melody
Maybe not destiny


Maybe that program I created
was a joke God was playing on me.


Somehow I thought I could
take you out of the matrix and release
the beast of humanity
but the shadows of the illuminati
and the eyes of eternity
follow my steps to the path between
two to three, and the girl
she is hung between me


Hope is all I see.


Maybe that digital algorithm
they called soul and imagination
was a weapon of war
and the drug of choice of whores.


Hope is all I need.
But I need power, knock town
the downtown
spiraling towers and
did you know the Presidents
have all committed treason
because today a nation's leaders
can kill without a reason


this is the theory I have
about our destination: first
we enter into the suspended automation
then we have to swim
fast
move arms over gravity
strength in adversity
positivity between polarized hemispheres
the meridians between us
the joke of life that each half
is the same, and when we forget
we're all insane
some of us like me we can see past the brainwashing


we can see everything
after all the photographs were collected
and the butterfly wings picked apart


the colors washed out
the locket with the heart and the name
and the game I played with you
sometimes I can defy reality
physics science and tv
you're going numb like a robot
oh wait, I forgot


it didn't matter what I thought


in the neutralized
epiphanies of a brave new existence
resist the urge to bleed out
for an immortal resurgence.

crazybitch
01-22-2018, 02:00 AM
She promised him she would never do it. He spoke to her, or so she thought, in her bereaved state of mind. She blamed herself, and that strange affirmation as she swallowed the entire bottle of pills. She hated it. She hated it all. She wanted it to stop, or make sense, or something. Something that would turn her experience into something real, something tangible.


Her mom used to be at peace before she went crazy behind the walls of America. She used to be an inspiration, now she was her own downfall between the nation and the world. And in the heart of it all, my father stood, betrayed by The fatherland. age of fifteen Her hurt, her anger, her hatred of God who whispered to her, ''don't kill yourself. If you only knew your own strength."


She couldn't explain the experiences. The weird stuff that only happened when no one else was looking. She tried to hide it, not let it drive her to madness war and suicide. She tried to swallow the schizophrenic prescriptions daily, tried to swallow normalcy; even though she no longer heard voices or had hallucinations, She was just tired, in a world driven by false hopes and dreams.


Then there was the freedom, an unusual word, one spoken with cautionary significance and yet not often thoroughly explored in depth. Maybe being the exception was the only way she could reconcile the truth her mind portrayed.


But money drove us into deepness, and deep down, the idea of profit and appearances, and all the Capitalism's success remained in that delusional merry-go-round of supply and demand, how could they supply what they wanted, and they all wanted freedom. That price of freedom. You can't control the world. You can only oppress circles we move through. She promised she wouldn't kill herself, but secretly she really wanted to. Then she met you and had to confront the anti Christ.



broken piano keys tuned to a dumb sound
he plays the cello now through muted strings
she paints herself in watercolor with rain stained tears
crying for the heroes in white washed jeans
the prophets of America who filled up with dreams


nothing ever lasts, the seasons change like tides
a few coins and we display our tin can smiles for the day
pass the actors bills that make us into prey
might make better art recycled for paper parades


I promise you, I wont let you go to fiends
your smile to me screams of something deeper, your heart makes me
feel so much freer...so much that I am eager to play
to make it rain pictures without frames
is that insane?

crazybitch
01-22-2018, 03:11 AM
Waking Melodies
(https://theprose.com/post/199157/waking-melodies)
I don’t think that I’m insane
It’s a hallucination
who fought the dark assassins from
my never ending nightmare and won
with her eyes trained for torture to the screen
as the whispers faded and
the photos remained
moments later you watch me
swallow their remedy
The Prozac melody of a medicated
mind suffocating endlessly
to reincarnate into a blind light.


what I feel I know is that it was true that
he seemed too clever to do bad things to you
with her body away in the cell
so then who was there to end the lie
Say goodnight and say goodbye.


We are real again, the girl can see us all
coming to once more before the fall of it all
as he had breathed heavily for more
And somehow he was overcome by a
woman who came into the picture
To assist in the framework of a master.


Of a borderline schizophrenic girl by design
bound by anarchists the archetypes mind
the artist took my work too seriously
he never saw the rhetoric in this comedy
oh what irony…divine


Be waging war on my beliefs
It was the war you waged against me
and it was the war you waged him against
and still she lives in apathy
he slept surrounded by dizzy machinations
by her advice about everything unseen
loved by everyone unclean
and so they slept with her advice forgotten
but the whispers might keep on trying
all the struggle inside of her mind dying
well that’s not an issue I am not even trying
anymore.


celebrate; celebrate the rape
and when its too late…your voice will
dissipate into the nothings again I
keep screaming, keep dreaming inside
of the end because it’s too late to give up
just don't stop being you for forever.

crazybitch
01-22-2018, 03:16 AM
Story Endings & Broken Phrases
(https://theprose.com/post/197578/story-endings-broken-phrases)
I forgot how the beatings
impaired his judgement
and contained a wish
behind his dark stare
wondering whose side they
were on and where
they came from as it begins
fading into nothingness
the sun shining persistingly


When sad people split the atoms from
hemispheres of a perfect brainless mind
Those simple solutions to emotional pain
Became far too complex to retrace


alone; to testify and to contain
In a forbidden country with no one
Showing all that god hidden within
The dreams that simply sing
the geometric nature of an anomaly
My home an unknown place;
Graced by isolated epiphanies.


The love that made our disorders feel
beyond awakening to moving places
this exploding solar system is not real
To push our own universe back to start
You put the past before your heart your
her own chaotic enemy


For in their bravest days were free.
feeling betrayed by the armies of war
Nations we scribbled dreams on beside
bookmarks and napoleonic aspirations
from their pens to her material evocations


He found Love and souls and yet could
not console her the rage she felt for a future she
had only imagined dead before
she woke from bed sighing and
staring at the
words on the page; she couldn’t aggravate
the truth with desire still
the flames in her love for him could kill


Destiny; was she unaware that he was enlightened
by those who could see his fierce patterns in the sky;
if only he could see me
for the infinite lie; a complete waste of time.
I always was aware that my heart just wasn’t there;
it was a fantastic fantasy to their wishes own demise
like the nemesis of Hercules I must have been the Anti-Christ.


This new existence we have been seeing
under our eyelids as we sleep
awoke something inside us stirring
us deep below this ringing inception
Super men, the callous they swear when
those deviations- start to appear
between the bars; her happiness distant and
dancing to infinite moments of revelation.


because to her there is something more
she had humored this notion before
Now more than ever there was a chance
this might be a power at a glance
but we can’t fight ; righteous or right they
could not shield us from our glory
the ones who write much different stories.


He turned me inside out from
attack he looked at an embassy of smoke for they
had burned down our divine hope
If they only knew we could never turn back.


That maybe dreams had a way to
them; I called this one my destiny ;
simulating relativism
in a realm of constant mystery.


The assassins of our future learned
destruction from their teachers
to what ends we may never know
How we came so close to losing it all


You assumed your machines were better than
the rest but we are the heroes no less
than the echo of each fiber of light
He was the best and she was the greatest
This world that never ends only makes
itself complete when the way is perfect
and lovers meet hold hands never
give up and don’t accept defeat.


Hawks fly over head and they condemn
those chains that bind us: charlatan
with my imagination so free and mind
that made no sense
I’m a vaccine for your despair
a morning bell ringing in the air
an unheard canon a girl abandoned
Going nowhere
where shadows creep around
Asking for an answer
Dollar bills and paper planes
Sail into the sky
The pictures and story endings
and these dreams surrendering
All this insanity in
a borderline tragedy
Artistic borderline disease
Turning him inside out
into a provocation


And sleeping the night
Anticipating.....
Release


who made impossible love through fractured
hopes when he left
Bloody fingerprints on my chest
and around with all this energy but that
strange sound
Your life is as real as my own you believed
that this machine was the one and
all of you were wrong but I just played along.


They began to seek the power
With empires of high fighters rising
the mysteries that demanded
For who might win their game
Would be the same resurgent light


they watched her trembling to the knife
before an empire; giving thanks
to a foundation to blame the same
without a makers mark
Staring at each prescription
On the way to the destination.


We realized that we were all just climbing
mountains too tall to reach and there was
nothing left to obtain for all those delicate
emotions and permanent devotions were
washed out by the rain right into the ocean.

crazybitch
01-22-2018, 08:20 AM
Dissolving Lights

When I fell in love with you you were
A thrill seeking bastard
I was floating in a drunken wave of memories
My mind a blur of bitter broken pieces
A shattered youth; in sublime elegance
Kissed her through my heroic disease

Here is the truth; together we were unstoppable: unreal and impossible
I'm floating in a sea of hours tumbling
My cheap kisses glossed over
Never good enough; never clean enough
All that poetic stuff written off

The tightness of breathing through it
Through threats of both leaving
But she didn't leave him for me
Over you
The door was open and she stayed
For him to.

Loving all that I was while we were
Murdered in our sleep like our histories
For the other ones not for us: achieved
You said you loved her more than me

I believed and breathed
No one went into that black abyss
Alone And unsure; fever dream
Drama queens punk rock stars
Losers and starving artists

I've seen it long before
The screaming noises from the corners
I won't lie; I dreamed of every perfect disaster
I should've died
Not her. I wish she was here

I realize it's getting impossible
To be me at all between the borderlines
all they want of me: is all I can do
See I'll dissolve their confusion and truth
Diseases faded ideas and ideas over rated
the electroshock of their secret lobotomy
Of my immaculate mind

It's difficult, you see

Baby I'm not insane.
No one heard the dirty truth
It might've appeared to defy logic
To them but not you

They could not blame themselves
For no one wanted to

crazybitch
01-22-2018, 03:00 PM
Serenity


We love the forest so black
where the moon casts its luminescence
across the shores of the fair dreamer
Far across the bluest sea; a cold blue sky
we see the silver sparkle of a star
the treasure of this mysterious night
the twilight of a burning
sun in the mists of paradise and bliss

but I did not want to be in love again
I did not want a special reservation
through which the master carries
upon the sail of freedom he flies
sailing the fountain of youth in you

a precious faith and endless curiosity
about the truth so yellow and so sad
a beautiful world with everyone
and nobody listening to a word we say
Come to the island of paradise
the sparkle in your eyes

is the same star longing to meet mine
and arise with wings of beautiful
divination; fair maiden girl I adore
this terrible Victorian
the secret of our pasts and unheard prayers
A fairy lover who was torn
his wings so bright they had to be
worn like his bright designs

between a castle in the clouds
and a future divided by pyramidal
conditions; we have visions
of a future blessed; where everyone
can play before they are seen
trying to beat the machine

and all the loudest songs
can be heard by the quietest hearts
and all the life be found
before the dawn falls on the mountain
and spirits come and they dance

and spin and shake but no one knows
the secret to being hell-bound
I love you anyways, your magic tricks
have persuaded so many ironic
things to happen

crazybitch
02-16-2019, 07:26 PM
Paper Fields & Plastic Dreams

I feel the cold shivers on my spine
like a snake losing its skin in the bright
sunshine, and pretend that I'm happy
feeling rotten and sinful in the light
to forgo this crooked memory
the reign of tears I'm hiding from history
he begs her to hate him
to taste him and deface
him when

these salty tears are falling down her face
and into the hands of the darkest eyes
of a strange part that she can't replace
into a wall; a sorry, misplaced
just the soft sway of regretful dreams
veiled threats of seclusion
lingering in darkness so meaningless
chasing the illusion of joy.

Nightmares like monsters with knives
remove all the doubt in her other lives
feel so numb and betrayed by the other players
the cruel ache of loss and sedatives making
you dumb inside the core, his lame apologies
you trace the sheets for the skeleton
borderline of a whore

He will undress her and repress her fears until they cum
the mannequin whispers won't tell mum
it's not like it was human; that he engineered this lie
kidnapping her and pretending he won't go inside
won't play doctor, hide and seek, or fake suicide
he's gonna eat that sweet candy heart, she's on her knees
the perfect pose for us to idol and worship
the perfect silent pop-star who adores her disease.

Lady, it can only be tragic to embrace the magician
Now you're exposed to the demands of a machine
many in pictures professing hatred of your kind
The famous are colorless and ready to get behind you
The perfume of pain lingering across the hall
behind a wooden frame and a soft smile
the cruel secrets of lust and sex


She opens her mouth to scream so loud into the night
choking on his name, she wants to fight the murderer
trying to find his reflection in the wood of liars
and then youíll be brainwashed to worship his empire
To be someone other than you could have been
before somebody else who is more
unlike the person who gave you that tattoo.

Youíre a twisted scar itching in the palm of his hand
ruining every occasion as you call on his demands
perfectly intoxicated; the liquor makes you gullible
poured into her lips from the fountain of his youth
replace the bruises that make her adorable
her vision goes black with debauchery the potion
fills her veins the drug of her devotion
What about the reasons you try and try to escape
The reasons most saw no proof, little girl

How you get through on anything is so falsely seen
Can we get out of this hollow fantasy; what canít be mistaken
for evil televisions promoting terrible distractions
what about the side effects, and stupid reactions.

This took her world over
and her bastard king knows its true
Theyíre after her and they want him to die
so she toasts a poisoned potion to her only friend
no emotion, to yesterday as it all ends

The world is bleached in sugarcane overnight
she has no appetite, just a forlorn glare
the moons cold snow in a vacant stare
As they switch up the menu
with a new kind of offering
in reconciliation

At the dead-end of the world
the mechanical bird sang a beautiful song
the music in the sky is a chorus
of screaming stars that turn into fire
the fire is rising and she's terrified
by all that she had left behind consumed
in her vacant divisions doomed
she is nobody else and knows that its wrong
until she sees that he cannot feel
she's finally in love and almost
completely blind.