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Spider Eyes The Lady With the Spider Eyes and Barista Smile Stealing

She has creme-crinkled eyes,
lined with dark lashes that remind me of teeth,
of the legs of spiders,
crawling out from those depths.
Those strange, almost unblinking depths.
But every flutter restructures my mind
back to the legs.

I wonder what kinds of flies,
she's caught with those traps.
Combined with the accents her lips produce,
when you don't pay too much attention.
The fact you're unaware,
makes her want to catch you more.

I sit before her,
faintly playing with a cigarette.
Black and cloves, filled, it is.
I've taken one drag.
I don't even pull it into my lungs

Beasts I am the beast beneath your bed.
I can see that.
Where the darkness of dreams twine,
the edges of thought.
I am the subconsciouses fictional terror.
I can see that.
Where is your terror?
I've thrown it away.
Why am I still here?
I want you here...
I want someone to talk to.
Something to talk to.
Close to me. Something.
I am not your muse.

[Here I laughed]

I am not.

An Invisible TripWhen the puppet man comes in waves that tick
He tells me his strings are ten books thick with
Dead crests crashing on the highway at night
The swish and switch that bewitched our sight

Alligator swirls of multicolored worlds
Seeping under the edges
And coming around the corners
Razored teeth beckon from chaos to order

This blasphemy in colored tones
With musical notes and memory bones
Broken across a shattered stage
Relapsing into a negligent phase

How many times have you heard this plot
Seal your lips and sew your tongue
Then mutter prayers with blackened lungs

Strewn across a magnetic field
The power of which even stars woul

PurifyIt only takes a moment.
One of them said. I was unsure which.
My eyes were closed.
I had fingers spread and grasping, like spiders' legs scrambling.

And I remember the first time I'd ever killed one;
pressing, pressing, pressing down.
Into the ground
it went, dirt and grime and its life, its complete knowledge gone.
I was young. I wondered if there was a place for spiders' souls.
God's existence was never a question;
he did not exist. Not as he was worshiped.
Never. Ever. Could he exist as he was explained to me.
Higher power?
Don't pull me down so.

It's all right.
One of them said to me.
Condescending, but I did not mind.
My

Noxious FreedomAt the darkest times
Of lives
Untold
Never wish to shine
So bold

Pray to the godless sky above
To in, just this moment, forget my love
And grasping the seconds before we die
Rip the chip from behind your eye

Dark cloaked forces triangulate
Twisting form and shifting shape
Trembling shaking, from their roar within
My knife is soaked with sweat and sin

Please my darling, shed your tears
Lest they linger and water your fear
For these dark times are trying most
As we flee these unholy ghosts

Breathing
Heaving
Seething
Bleeding

Our trials and tribulations
Past
They fill our lungs with our final

Gasp

Writhing In LuvstSlithering silken husks
Of the smoothest ivory musk
That the succubus crosses
Lithely upon the other
And later holds erect
Two luscious marble towers
As my eyes she fingers up ever further
To a land of soft pink moistened flowers

With the way she bends un modesty
Leaving nothing
I couldn't want to see
And think and feel
Touch crest and caress
Scratching my heart into her heaving breast
With a soft touch that fears to hurt
And the delicate truth
Of her secret heart's worth

This arching goddess entrances me
With her silent movements
Seductively
Drowns my mind to the depths and down
To this vicious twisting garden I've f

SingularityGhostly mantra
Stale vibration
Rigid tantra
Culmination

Between us here
Can't see nor hear

Body motion
An language too
Vivid notion
Bewitched with you

Between this fear
Becoming dear

Lacking structure
Path to follow
Says he loves her
And was it hollow

Between this end
Of yet to begin

So SaidIt was curving, a jaded unfurling of white wings tarnished at the edges.
He said he would never tire of flying,
she said she would always love to feel the wind so.
It was buoyant, she said.
It was gorgeous, how it caught up underneath.

And they fly as though they are lost,
as though the world is disintegrating below.
A touch of hands;
a curl of fingers together and laced.

Don't lock me down, she said.
Don't lock me down,
don't lock me down to anything but you.

She closes her eyes on the street-corner, as the light turns,
whispers sweet words of dewdrops and rainbows in raindrops
and she never remembers to let go of his fingers,

Glass BonesIt curls within me;
a beast of beauty and teeth.
Reaching upwards to

become what it can
when the lights are out and the
memory of the

mind creeps images
of river-laden secrets
through the dark of night.

I am it's saviour,
the reason of salvation.
Shattered like glass bones.

CumulonimbusIt breaks along my fingertips,
a faint tingle
echoing in to the surrounding world.
Concentration breaks the spitting darts.

Particles of dirt collecting moisture.
Boiled up by currents and here.
Jolts, cartwheeling down my spine in twos and fours.

I have
disassociated
from the
breathmaking.

Tucked, and waiting.
Eyes wide for electric fire-dancing.

There is nothing but the dark edges. Curling and brewing apart and angrily

it breaks.

Tumbling forever
lines of least resistance
draw trembles in

SyncronizationsIt touches, leaves a trail, then dives like dust for the division.
There is a ripple, quick to surface and struggle,
and quick to spread.
It wavers, lives for seconds, almost a minute, before dying.

I want to stand in front of the speakers and die in it.
Electric guitar in breathable form.
Like acid to my skin.
Apply water and enjoy.

I can already anticipate the fading music.
The end of the song. It's coming.
I breathe the moment.
Sound waves precipitate my heartbeat.
My thoughts like bits of potassium sizzling away.

I try and drink the music too.
It could be liquid.
I want to succumb entirely,
but force of knowledge. Of edges

Epiphanies.I am the heartbeat behind the eyes.
A dissonance of sound and touch
not combined with emotion.
I curl, black-toothed, about the chest.
Floundering, flailing. Grasping.
Fingernails in your ribs.
I am the feel of hands
Don't touch me.
against the spine.
Where the winds blow straight and tall.
I'm the burning blood
Let me go.
that rides inside the veins.
I am existence.
Not yet.
Not yet.
I am shadowlight.
Not yet.
I'll make the fight, make the flight.
I'll make you fight.
See my teeth?
A

PsychosisWhen I close my eyes there is an unwarranted barrier
half-descending, contained, sliding
inside my head.
I put it there, unknowingly, and it sticks like cobwebs.
Though I brush it clean,
though I know it's edges, reasons, and try and banish them.

My insanity, crazed, half-alive wittlessnesssssssssss.
Fading.
I'm conforming. Not in thought,
but in the act of sustaining presence with those who draw boundaries
that I do not like.

To human emotion. To lust and love.
I sustain equal parts.
You're not afraid of what I might speak.
But I am afraid of spea

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Resisting
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Cowering now
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Returning to the fields of red flowers.

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I feel so alone in a world filled with all,
Hate runs like rivers of my tears,
The rain burns like acidic clouds of ice,
I alone intimidate all of my fears.
I'm sick of being healthy,
My spirits as high as graves,
I'm living like a dead man,
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This life feels so empty, nothing fills me,
This emptiness is my all,
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Arwenamin +Can I?+

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Can I make the bad feel good?
Can I take you away from your home?
Can I bring you back to mine?

Can I undress you slowly now?
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Can I fill you with me?

Can I spend the night with you?
Can I wake with you beside?
Can I be there when you awake?
Can I never say goodbye?

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CiPH3R

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Persecute me?
I've done no wrong.
Unless curiosity is a crime.
In that case arrest me!
Clap me in irons,
This is my escape,
I've already done my time!

Just because our society is different...
Rebellion??
Just because we're not prejudiced...
Rebellion??

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Burned by your lies.
Exaggerated.
The media sensationalise.
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And try to learn.
I outsmart you
That's what you despise!

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(When did we declare war?)
(I don't remember...)
(When did I die?)

Just because our society is different...
Rebellion??
Just because we're not prejudiced...
Reb

Toxic

Toxic to the core,
Poison to society,
No-one will like you any more
If you're associated with me.

Catalyst of hate,
Sole cause of strife,
But this is the way,
I'm living my life.

I just want to be me,
But that comes at a price,
Depression so great,
I've turned to suicide twice.

So now it is time,
The tables were turned,
And now finally,
My lesson is learned.

Now the poison flows
Through my veins,
Oh God how I'll miss you all,
But here it ends.

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Auf Ihren Knien und beten Sie zu Hitler!

My name is a number,
#69413
My name is a number,
My identity

Die Massengräber laufen über

We came here by hundreds,
Yet now there's so few,
Where do they take them,
What do they do?
Our possessions were stolen
Our hair shaved right down
We've forgotten about 'smiling'
We live in our frowns.

Die Massengräber laufen über

Wie buchstabieren Sie Nazi?
B-A-S-T-A-R-D
Wie buchstabieren Sie Nazi?
Fängt von den toten Tausenden auf
Fields of the Dead

Jüdisch und wertlos,
Das ist ich,
Aller, daß ich bin,
Alle, die Sie sehen können...

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Pariah

by ~Yllek, Mar 25, 2005, 11:02:35 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Traditional Fixed Forms

[ I   a m   t h e   P a r i a h ]
[ I   a m   t h e   s o c i a l   o u t c a s t ]
[ I   a m   t h e   u n w a n t e d ]
[ I   a m   t h e   f u t u r e l e s s ]

Sick, twisted and warped
My mind.
Distorted, abrasive,
By nature.
Hatefilled, desolate,
Unkind.
Heart of coal and soulless,
No future.

Problems?
I don't have problems.
'Problems' implies that it worked once.
If it never fucking worked,
How can it have problems??
How can it have problems??

Bruised, black and blue,
A corpse
Swinging from the gallows
At dusk.
Lacking love, and foremost:
Lifeforce,
I am no more than
A husk!

Problems?
I don't have problems.
'Problems' implies that it worked once.
If it never fucking worked,
How can it have problems??
How can it have problems??

Is this how I'm meant
To be?
Is my life so soon
Over?
I've tried so hard to
Be me,
Am I meant to live in
Cover??

Problems?
I don't have problems.
'Problems' implies that it worked once.
If it never fucking worked,
How can it have problems??
How can it have problems??

Pariahby ~Yllek

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Traditional Fixed Forms

I am the Pariah
I am the social outcast
I am the unwanted
I am the futureless...

~right2fail Dec 8, 2011

I think you should say "Problems? I don't have problems. 'Problems' implies that it could work in the future." or, "Problems? I don't have problems. 'Problems' implies that it can be solved."

~Emiko-chan-xD May 10, 2010

-dies of amazingness overload-

~Vampirella666 Mar 25, 2005

Aha, In zee choruses third line do you want "implied" or "implies"?

TIS GOOOD, TIS GOOOD

~Vampy

wheehee

~Yllek Mar 25, 2005 Writer

I meant 'implies'

~Vampirella666 Mar 25, 2005

Teehee, typo-ness

....i loved it newayz

~Vampy

~Yllek Mar 25, 2005 Writer

Thank you! ^_^

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