let me clear my throatyou can write me down in historylet me clear my throat by UnderTheRaptures
with your bitter
you can tread me in dirt
but like dust
does my sassiness upset you?
why are you beset with gloom?
cause i walk like i've got oil wells
pumping in my living room
did you wanna see me broken?
bowed head and lowered eyes?
shoulders falling down like teardrops
weakened by soulful cries
you can shoot me with your words
you can cut me with your eyes
you can hurt me with your hatefulness
but like the sun
out of the huts of history's shame
up from a past that's rooted in pain
like a black ocean
leaping and wide
welling and swelling i bear in the tide
leaving behind nights of terror and fear
into daybreak that's wondrously clear
bringing gifts that my ancestors gave
i was born to rise
candy apple excuses you always saidcandy apple excuses by UnderTheRaptures
'promises are meant to be broken
like shards from the rocks you chase..
always tripping on dirty shoe lace
zombie minds rewired tricky
chemical burnt hands
let them steal the car keys & lighter
stuffed deep inside the sofa,
but that's how you like it
(the more complex the better)
His RemainsAlone in the Shadow of God,His Remains by RobAllen23
He bleeds music into the darkness
From between layers of the past-
Mouths long forgotten words
Whilst staring into shop doorways
Where drunks dribble vomit
Into frozen crystalline mandalas.
His present is an intrusion,
A knot in before and after:
He is beautiful and terrible
In the deliberate forsaking
Of easy halogen comforts
In temples where we bow our heads.
Catching his voice
Whilst avoiding his eye,
Numb to the cold night airs
And lack of graces of passers-by
He sits. He waits.
Pursued by nature for this
Defiance of time.
I love him for his unnatural symmetry,
Eyes glazed like a lover,
Torn apart on the white teeth of trauma.
In the shadow of God,
The YoungeringDefine my Love, Luck and PassionThe Youngering by ihuuhi
by how much I try to repress the smile,
inflict me with your infinite-ton hammer,
smash my face into pieces and deny its
shards like you did before with your mirror;
the ever-unnamed who was always outreasoned
with authoritarian nonsense,
conquered with your truth; a poor universal
thought you misunderstood, raped and labeled
with your heavy burdening name, echoes endlessly
in its ears.
My every senses cave in, I am lethally
introverted, a self-experiencing haunter with
bottomless abyssal eyes thirsting for the
downward-berserking whitewater to swallow it all
up, let it all inside and through, then spiral out
its incomprehensible amount inversely, morph its
shapeless existence into delicious mist with
relaxing scent and count the particles; forming
childish number-geometry. We cheat and deceive
I always lose myself in misjudgements.
That is how You remove me from a boxful of probable
reality, You burn out my spotlights making me
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