Ego and Her.

She’s got her unwavering ego , like
needles , a stable excuse for
being everyone’s muse .

Its hugged her tight , tighter
than the strands that entwine
her braided hair.

She’s got her undying ego , like
carousels , we create tornadoes and
yet , it rotates.

The process of relationship , rough
with her labyrinths and
ego , a nice crutch.

She’s got her enveloping ego  , like
the ozone wrapping seven billion
of us, condemned.

Its standard higher than her stilettos
Having whispered lyrical lies,
cynicism and reservation.

She’s got her ego , and
him as well but his absence unfazed
she lets her ego comfort her.

Sleep never comes to those who write.

Go betray your eloquent kingdom
Before it desiccates the adjectives you derived from
Demons will awake to your innocence unbroken
Manipulate you to beautify life’s tragic tokens
Make heartbreak look more picturesque
Than the unsent letters beneath your desk.

Tie a noose around your brain and tightly secure
before your insecurities invade you , endure
the consequences of  addictive writing
Insomnia can become  rather inviting
When we’re the one you spill
about , you know the drill.

Eliminate the words broiling in your head
Donate an eight hour hug to your abandoned bed
You are incorrigible like modern love parades
Let your regrets free fall in cascades
Connect them to paper like an obsessive creep
Since people like us never get sleep.

McDonald’s Happy Meal

Today we can go to McDonald’s and purchase yet another Happy Meal
The foundation of smiles  , affordable joys and some satiation .
Plastic wrapper shredded rapidly to behold a futile toy
Luxurious immortality unlike our petty biotic lives .
Wrapper as precarious as the diseases of mankind
One day that plastic will unravel the cure
And I will rejoice at your revival , glorify
your survival and sleep soundly
knowing that I will see
your face again
and again.

Tomorrow we can go to McDonald’s and purchase yet another Happy Meal
A temporary assurance that your life hasn’t been compromised
for stubborn B and T lymphocytes dividing at unstable rates
without a thought about the consequences on your soul.
Wrapper as translucent as your life span , I believe
One day that plastic will reveal God to us
I will make a deal with Him , to swap
our places so I can sleep soundly
knowing that you will see
your face again
and again.

Decoy

You’re no paraphernalia , boy .
Just a mere toy ,  those hand crafted
prized possessions , doesn’t break my heart the slightest
I’ll never tire of your strings , my precious puppet
Don’t pretend you didn’t know the whole time
Of me using you using me
Satisfy our solitary needs
We use , we abuse.

Sour-sweet words and bittersweet memories
Obsession turns to habit, covered tracks
This is neither love nor affection , an emotional comatose
as we slowly peel our skins off one by one
An illusion like no other  , aching for mystery
Once a decoy , always a decoy.
You would know , as would I.

Lygophilia

My eyes cannot adjust to a new perspective
Of  xylophone dances , flowers between concrete
Shadows swim through my bloodstream
whispering of catacombs and questionable birthmarks
A lost child with his haunting melodies , beckoning
me to run , peeling me of my sheltering lies
An afterlife we create to soothe our fears
Unable to fathom if I end in oblivion
Or will you let me  disintegrate in basic space ?

My eyes cannot  bury in depression , illacrymable
Attracted to electrons despite my pessimistic core
Am I doomed for accepting your revelations
Pour me out like inflammable acid
We burn together in contradicting hues , surrender
to solitary grounds and complicated atmospheres
What must I do when the secret is revealed
that you are not the epitome of darkness
but the darkness itself ?

                                                   ——————x——————-

Lygophilia – The love of darkness
Illacrymable – Unable to cry
This poem was inspired by my OTP , ‘ Violate ‘  from American Horror Story.

Coffee should be illegal

Wooden liquid brims with mellow malice
Deserves not a cup but a condescending chalice
Intoxicating our killer needs for excitement
A paradigm of psychedelic contentment
The assassin of sloths and dawn murder cravings
Irresistible froth adorned with chocolate shavings
Alleviates our energy with its bittersweet buzz
Warming our fingers through the  sweater fuzz
Cheers to the drink that is legal fortunately
Or we would all be doomed , caffeinate-ly.

I knew a boy once.

I knew a boy who forgot happiness
Misunderstood as any other
He fought wars with creatures  unknown
Demons resurrected
While angels dozed at home.

He could touch the skies with his hair
Eyes magnetic toward footpaths
Ego held skyscraper high
Head held gutter low
Hands  searching for home in buried pockets.

He wished not of what was needed
nor of what was wanted
Loneliness was amplified
He wished for absolutely nothing
Since nothing appeared more often than required.

I knew  a boy who stared at me .
Not morbid curiosity nor testosterone pleaser
So I visited his domain
What object could a mother possibly not find ?
When I inquired her of his heart.

He did not belong yet he tagged along
Condescending or spiraling
I’d wager it was both
A preposterous way of me to judge him
yet I admired his silence oath.

He was the epitome of isolation
Childhood marred with wisdom
Astonishing to bits
He had no intention of being saved
And that was exactly what everyone wanted .

I knew a boy who lost his smile.
Hope ached to decipher his haunted code
Some tend to break before they breathe
I thought salvation , so I lent a smile
But he hasn’t been smiling for a  while.