armsalltwisted

it's the ghosts again. they haunt and they wail and they've come back again to traipse around in yesterday's sheets of white death-weave again. they lurk in shadows which should not exist; vacant hallways echo with ache and lament. corridors stretch and grow longer, they are colder, now-- they are narrower. light no longer holds any value; taistes of dust and tyme-wave cause a ruckus in the soul, vibrating clanking cantankerous racket; the heart lub-flubs: its palpitations no longer of any consequence. futile, futile fuck of a thing you are, you are, Mine Love. phantom echoes-- neuron-fire flurries-- and light-show pi

Utter loneliness. People who smell of nothing, People who smell of cold. Every green car I see on the road. Every tear fallen from a mother's face. Every fight between parents. Every thought of suicide. Any feeling or lack thereof. The warmest and most agonizing hug imaginable; Gaps in teeth; Bright youth gone to seed. Imbibing alcohol; breathing the Devil's fire. Oedipus- His distant, angry father- And his ghost of a mother. All types of longing And emotional strain. Every catch-22; Every self-fulfilling prophecy; Every black pit of Hell sucking inwards upon itself. Last breaths. Despairing children and their cries of de

You're going the way of one called Plath. Dullness, you say. Though you may not one day Come to stick your pretty little head In an oven, You are gassing yourself from the inside. The non-smiles tell it all. You bare your teeth, your bright shiny White teeth To the world And the presentation is accepted With mock-grace and civility. You have been accepted; you are One of them. Soon you'll be spewing crab-meat and ptomaine, Laughing amongst cries of Socialite Mirth-- Brain fevered, body retching, Vomiting from both ends at once To collapse upon cool white-tile floors In Florida, In Cali, In Memphis-and so on And so-forth.

Butterfly flutters by; Heart flutters a bit as well. Firefly burns in the night. Firefly lives to go out; die As we all do. Fawn over nothing that flutters. Your heart will take the hit. Sisters, brothers: Come out with me, live for the night. Drink until feelings run like solder 'neath twin influences of fire and flux. Let your tongue run 'til the bottle's run dry on its empty, drunken self- ha! Let the night be your passion; Take no heed Of the lights The sounds The cars And passerby. Breathe for the sake of existence; Else you breathe For the camera-flash, the poise (your pose) and the noise of countless inimicabl

when i'm tired and can't sleep-- or when sleep tires me-- all thoughts turn to you. as midnight rises and the grin of the moon blurs mine visage of yester and morrow-- and with the arrival of noon; of sun; and of sorrow-- all thoughts turn to you. my mind dances in patterns and constructs of matter; the latter no better than architecture in winter (bare save for the drifts of dry static-snow). and as thoughts turn to you (love, heart-flutter); visages melt to form pools of warm water, ready for days both better and brighter. you are not my muse; you are not my father. neither birds of a feather, nor fodder for fire; somethi