Tell me, 

Can your gloom ever bloom 

Or blossom in your doom 

While sitting in your smoking room

Blowing fumes, 

Growing branches needed to be pruned 

With medicines that's ready to exhume

Gloom repeating back and forth again,

It's hovering around the air like a perfume

Resume the playback that started it all,

It's time to reminisce memories in the storeroom

Now we're stuck in the waiting room, screaming for time to slow down and come back to the

Shipping room, packed and ready to roll out all the packages of broken dreams and shattered nightmares

It's almost there, it's almost time that we all can hear

You hear the click on the tock of the tick of the clock, it's starting to itch the addiction so you go to the break room, 

quick and ready to add some 

additives 

adding to 

addictive 

attitude

Give me some legroom, I'm starting to feel cramped up in this schoolroom

As a matter of a fact, I need to go to the backroom, there's a playroom with all of my costumes!

I'm accustomed to consume these mushrooms of fantasies, dreams and wonders

It's no wonder that 

I'm basically living a catchphrase 

"From Womb To Tomb"

When I’m alone

I feel the purple hazy stream

Of conscious thoughts and idle day dream

The music to my sleeping ear

A chorus I forget to hear

That stirs me up

And makes me yearn

And squirm and reach

And beg to feel

The rhythmic truth

I know when still

Must clear the haze

And then I’ll know

The purple mountains are past the snow

I long to decipher

I long to know

The message is from long ago

Will the doors of inspiration

Open and let me see

Or am I too late

Lost in the noise

Of all the voices who aren’t me

I tip toe slow

And prostrate fall

I feign asleep

I see trees tall

They whisper

So much music hums

I cannot think for all the drums

Too much

Too much

I cry and wail

Feet collapse

So blistered

So frail

All the climbing

Has rendered

Red puffs

I fight the pain

And reel in the roughs

The white noise

Of my own blank page

I now begin to see

A miracle it nearly seems

To hear now

Only me

I hate to suddenly

   Pry but please do tell,

Why so compelled

    That you're thinking of

Sinking this Heaven to Hell?

I can tell you

  Crave to save disaster,

Mixin' affliction

   And missin' facts,

Nobody's low enough

    To call you master

I laugh, it's amusing,

   That you can't see

That the very

  Questions you're raising

Prove you're

  Desperate for me

Heaven, I scoff,

  As if you could

open that door

     That's why I'm

In the bed and

   You're on the floor

  Yeah, the floor is mine

From corner to corner

  But the border

In between is your

  Pure engineered disorder

The stars used to fall

    And the moon

Used to shine

   But you bring on a

Desolate chaotic design

Can you even

  Conceive of such a plan?

Didn't think so

   Never thought so

You proud little man

    Borders don't matter

When you look at the sky

  If anything's falling

it's my lightning

    Smiting you

        From on high

Look here

  You're not

    Mickey Mouse

And this isn't fantasia

   Save that shit

      For your club house

Don't be simplistic

     And just admit

I'm the lunatic

     All to amaze ya

Can't help but shrug

  That lightning

     Wouldn't even power

A firefly bug

How dare you

    Compare me to a cartoon?

Don't know what it was

About you that first

    Made me swoon

Your mind's in the gutter

    Your speech is still lazy

I hate you

What you're doing

     Is driving me crazy

Love and hate

     Like a fuckin' mixtape

  The bass bumps

     And the rhythm plays

Beat and treble

    To match each level

          Of belligerence

Malevolent yet evident

   Somehow we

       Stay relevant

Fuck that noise

   You never knew me

And I never knew you

   On good days

And bad I think you

   Felt it too

Through this fighting

   And resentment

      I ask

  Will you stay?

Because at this point

   I am lost 

And know

    No other way

I couldn't leave you

    If I tried

Only scenario is a burial

Can't bear to show

   I fear the feels

Concealed inside

How the Hell did

   This hate intrude us

Devil's gotta

   Hand out to crush

Conclude us

We are rebels

      Shit we started

Out as friends 

    Too much time

Invested to be

     Bested and end

We can reignite our flame

     And sever ties to this cold

And having defeated

    Our demons

  Together we'll hold

But as much as

  I love you 

      I can't imagine our forever

Until we shape up

     and make us

something better

Bold print ~ Skull

Plain print ~AGirlHasNoName

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Scars paint the past

Of your taken path

On the forearms of

Your Endymion body:

Beautiful and

Dangerous to my 

Existence, and the

Crescent pattern is

The final eclipse

Of a Harvest moon;

And I am your Selene, 

Falling for the grace in

The ember twilight of

A final dawn rising 

Washing away with 

Dew capped petals and 

Reflecting away

The heartache knotted

Into the scabs of

Your haunting past.

Captured in my eye

Leather and wine

Color subdued

Charcoal smile

Skin pierced tight

Wrap your arms

Around my soul

We are nothing

If not dead

Sit right down here, Mr. Alien, sir.

You must be drained from the very long ride

I must press upon you how little time we have

To enlighten you. You see, you’re on the wrong side

From light years away, you wander the stars

And do the bidding the mother ship declares

But down here on our earth, things work a little different

And to decide our fate, you must see things very clear

You see, here you are free to choose for yourself

What you want, what you seek, what you do

You’re not bound by the whims of a tyrannical lord

Well, at least in this country and a couple other few

As humans we fight for and will always cherish

our choices, our liberty, our free will

Even though some of our kind try to throw them away

There are many more who long for them still

So I ask you, consider why it is that you’re here

Why our earth is the planet you desire

We’ve still much to do, many more chains to set free

For on tyranny, we will never cease fire

If its pure water, or metal, or general resources you seek

I’m afraid you’ve come here a little too late

Perhaps you should have visited a couple years ago

At least a thousand or so, I would contemplate

And there’s no need on this earth for your mind-reading skills

Although impressive they truly might be

You see we’ve already got our own resident psychics

In dilapidated houses, on the phone, and sometimes TV

The biggest impediment I think you are surely to find

To your plans to conquer this planet

As humans, we don’t even know how not to fight back

Something you’d have known had you bothered to scan it

So you can bring on your lasers and your infrared beams

And whatever weapons you might have in reserve

Just remember that today we gave you this choice

Respect our independence or get what you deserve

For we have a long history of atrocities and bondage

We’ve lived through thousands of years of this shit

From our lowest of peasants to our richest pioneers

Believe me, we know how to outlast and outwit

By GR Clarke

We are a stubborn people,

defiant to the core.

This isn't the first time we've

been here.

We massacred the Indians and

started a war, and fought and

died and bled to live free from

the burden of taxes and regulations.

But much has changed and

we now wear chains of our own making,

and lay yokes on necks across the sea.

Good luck on your conquest,

because we light the sky every year

to remind the universe that we'll burn

this fucker down before we lose it.

And by the time you land on our shores,

you will have landed on a man-made sun,

burning black with flame and heat and

the smoke will mushroom above us all

and none of us will ever taste tomorrow.

Then our ghosts will hunt your ghosts

and we will start a colony in your paradise,

we'll trade halos for acres until you fall

down a wormhole of anguish to a hell

only we can imagine. So, good luck.

We are waiting. We are human. We are free.

I told her straight,

“And I was really trying hard

not to let you down first

-or at least to not be the first one

for once.”

and she cried there

and told me she was

sorry about fucking

another man

after she had told me

how shitty it was of her friends to do

something like that to their men

after she told me that

I was the only one she would

ever be like that again with

and the kettle screamed

and I poured the water

into her French press and

plunged the grounds to the bottom

and it was night out and we were fighting

she hit me hard inside the chest

with combinations and pictures of

her fucking this guy

and I stood there and

took it

and her eyes were full

of disappointment in

me but mostly in herself,

but that could not stop me

her mouth was quivering with

guilt and depression over the whole thing

the last three days she had been crying and

trying to patch it up with me

-sobbing her regret and love and

new, solid oaths

but that could not stop me

and I was full with all of the love and pain and

hidden things perverted and pure

I’d shared with her

the absolute trust I had given her and

no others

I stood in the kitchen

while she filled the air with her

precious mouth

I took a long and dull blade from a

big slit in the knife rack and I

carved an X into her torso

from outside of her shirt

and I punched her square in her

fucking teeth

and she bled there

and it was true blood

I bought her the French press

after we’d made love the first

night

and I asked her sternly

to drink the coffee

and she did

and I knew the caffeine hurt her

gums right then

she reached over the stove and grabbed the

lighter and some whiskey

she broke the bottle over my skull

and lit me on fire

and I stood there

burning

I answered the phone in flames

and she bled and I stood there on fire

and told my boss my car had been stolen

and when he asked me when it had

been stolen

I told him

two hours ago

and when he asked me why I didn’t

take the bus

I told him I had broken my foot

he hung up

and I hung up

and the flames fanned

around me

and her blood was

rain on the statue

of a once sacred

thing

destroyed either

by herself or another

but never both for her

and we stood there for

hours and I burned and she bled

and it was daylight.

I fall down

the sky goes from blue to black.

Someone is inside my mind

telling me to hold on

But these creatures are tearing me apart.

Why can't I speak?

Who is she shouting?

All I can utter is a single word.

All I hear is

"Hold the door!!!"

then nothing.

it seems the dawn

I rest my hope in

burns your flesh

and I can only

save one of us.

but I was born

with leather rooms

in my heart,

they feel no pain,

it's time to

find that part of me

again before the rot

makes me human.

I thought I could

remake nature

but stone just waits,

glad it lost feeling

when it came to be.