Dizzy

There's an intention
It withers in notification
Nervous in feeling
And dizzy to touch
Describe this aura
Unreal but overwhelming
Modification on perception
Of the distance believed

Mother Moon

What do you see
when you look at the moon
is it a symbol to be
or the midnights noon
A gentle floating body
silver shimmering rings
she dances unwillingly
but voice, loudly sings
Mother moon, mother moon
beware the four fingers
they grasp way too soon
refusing your light lingers
Mother moon your heeded
the fingers from beyond
enjoy your last stand
your brightness is fond
What do I believe
when I look at the moon
I believe in my future
to have not reached noon

Kill It

I wish to dig
Deep inside my flesh
Find my source
Of all that pains me
Kill it
Dig deep to feel
Rip and cut
Purely to entertain
And test my existance
I want to destroy
All my past pain
Focus on the future
Forget all bullshit
Seeping into new
I thrive in pain
Digging into flesh
Release past demons
Kill them
At least the pains
Abolish the negitivity
Heal myself
And coexist with her

Fuck It

Shining inside the drawer
I sing a song of melodic impossibility
Charmed and rancid
But totally convincing
Slowly spinning this ridiculousness
Chirpping with no instigation

I am but a tortured soul
Burning for the one who inspects
Cast aside for the reasons unknown
My release is so limited
Like a raindrop in the mouth of a whale
Sliding with no direct importance
Mostly imaginary
What I crave is a metaphor
Being what I really need

Grasping what little I retain
I tell myself that this is
And only can be
Intertwined in the mystery of majesty
Glimmers of desicration arise
Sickend, I build defences

My childish mind
Twice brutally raped
Cannot even understand how
The function of normality
Seeps into the souls of mortality
Drinking into the mental delinquency
Why do I even stand a chance
This life is far to complex

But inspite of these difficulties
Driving to continue and thrive
Sunk deep into my being
So courageously I stride on
Bent over for anyone to take advantage
Because that seems to be the trend
We will see how far that gets you
Or deep depending on your participation

I simply wish
To sing a new song
One of happiness and devotion
Normalicy and passion
Fearing that I deserve none of this
Drives me quite crazy
Elaborate in my inventions
Paranoid at the investigations
Who deserves to see who I am
Virtually noone, which scares me

Fuck it

With Her

All that I desire
Unattainable
For reason after excuse
That I not see her

Broken and abandon
I writhe in discomfort
Forcing it into spheres
I address them later

When I am with her
Though in pain
I forget all my rotten
And forgive through eyes

I hold nothing against
But cry when I cant
Because to be next to you
Is a luxury itself

When I'm not
I don't feel gradients
Nor pleasure anywhere
But I still have dreams

N.O. 3

I miss every second
Even the quiet
And wish to be with you
To drink you in
Completely and innocently
Drink you fully
Like morning dew
That freshness, crispness
My Helen of Sparta
Be with me

N.O. 2

Every passing moment
All my waking dreams
I extrude my thoughts
And they have consistencies

She fills my entirety
As I long for her
Crying to see her smile
Lashing out because
I know no other way

Wishing I could still feel her
Her kiss the only impression
I miss her already

N.O. 1

My plasmic skin
Its frictionless
Slimy and adolescent
But from within
Cool and crystalline

I'm choked by environment
And prone to attention
With a rotational symmetry
Not unlike time spent

I hear the crow cry
This startles nothing
But while below sea level
Beware of fellow deceit

Let it

When you get the chance
To let your heart overflow
Let it

When you feel the moment
About to explode
Let it

When you feel the love
And it wants to grow
Let it

Unnoticed

I'm starving
For her touch
A sign of passion
Even a reciprocal of mine
I feel alone
Lost, meandering
A cold harsh world
Knowing potential
This makes me cry
Steals my sleep
And carves into
My already bleeding heart

Just how the simplistic
Can bring me to tear

I search for the companionship
It glimmers within her
Unpolished and unrefined
Unnoticed and oblivious

I struggle to not drown
While she is the fisherman
On calm seas she casts
Catching only to subsist us
And I, I pick every bone
Searching for every hour

Triangular

When I cant have her
To hold in my arms
Its as if betrayed
Simply because of preference

I feel a rising
Balance of sun and moon
Triangular in irregularity
Impressively disabling myself

But when I have her
Every transgression forgive
Regardless of actual apologies
I know exactly why

Her crystalline eyes, pure
They captivate me as a whole
Forcing my words to stumble
And my logic to disassemble

In the passion developing
I see truth and knowledge
Burning for just her
I dive from certainty

Self__

At what state
Does it feel surreal

The state of total devotion
With negative reprocussion

When I know that
There is so much

Yet the input is equivalent
My winnings microscopic

Canceled scheduling
In several ways

This burns me
Disintegrated willingness

Yet when I turn cold
I see positivity

Put under scrutiny
Is this selfish or selfless

Hypothermic

Your warm embrace
It keeps me moving
Whenever I'm away
I am hypothermic

Retreated inspite
Others around
Only you can
Release me

Even when you do
I am nephric in thought
A binomial filter
Often nervous

My Own Breath

An eliptical behavior
Treasured as purity
Vanity creeps...
This cowardice
Not honor
Not bravery

The sandtrap,
Decrepit,
Of pasts her
Desecrated me
Interupted normalicy

Now, reset, I move
Approaching carefully
The unfamiliar familiarities
Stepping past, I see
My total ignorance
Lodged deep, tumorous
I crave truth
And seek my own breath

Emptiness

I find myself
Unaffected
By temperature

I am scared
That I dont exist
Moreover

That I have
No purpose to exist
Save me.

I want to live
Have purpose
A drive to succeed

I need love
I am lost without

Temperatures
Feel all the same
What do I feel?

Emptiness

Helen of Sparta 2

An uncontrollable smile
Hints of shyness
Bliss of iminate
And I dream of her

My Helen of Sparta
She penetrates my thoughts
And my respect for her
It grows parallel

Timidly she responds
For her experience
Incomplete to mine
But desireable

Those dreams of mine
Realized soon I hope
Until the time comes
I patiently wait

The forte of love
Pronounced definatly
she touches my life
And fills it with