My Mind Throws A Sales Pitch For Bandages

In hopes of helping you out, I’ve come up with a few cover ups for that hole of yours, Now they aren’t permanent, but hopefully they’ll help.

What about this one? Ahh yes, this one has nylon coating so its strong. it comes in all colors so you can pick the best and it has a lifetime guarantee! 

No? 

How about this one? 24 Karat gold plating, diamond top, built in minibar and disco. Cover up your grievous wound in style! 

No?

This ones ahead of its time, top of the range, long lasting, stable, comfortable and its the last in stock! Guarantee it’ll be gone tomorrow so get it now, while you still can.

No?

This one is custom built, marble finish beautiful, sleek; Antique. this ones seen alot of wear and tear but still comes off so elegant

No?

This one comes in a bundle, they are all short term so you must replace every once and a while, but you’re fine with that. They all look similar and follow the original house style but some are tricky. 

No? Can i stop?

No.



(I have no idea)

Calnder month: Ad'uaray

It was the start at least, a milestone.

It was inevitable,

Romeo and Juliet; you may as well have come from royalty, 

I knew you were going places, modest as you are

We were busy, and the only time I saw you was when I slept; so I slept allot.

The key dream is beating routine,

With every single moment still pristine.

I skipped home more jittery than a meth addict; my drug.

And all of a sudden that first kiss hardened into the last, 

My love, left there,

To be continued,

I’ll see you soon.

And I get the feeling that first time won’t leave me.

Luna Ridere

The moon likes to orchestrate,

And when I feel like it I like to join in,

Sometimes I see it in the day,

Its silhouette gracefully slim.

The moon is crescent when I'm with you, and I'm in love with its pace.

Alas we are so far apart, I find myself missing your face.

Your push and pull so natural now,

I know this beat to well.

You give me too many chances,

I rose and then I fell.

I feel the heat creep from the cold,

Silently warm in my mind.

I feel the rhythm from the deep,

Forever with me but not mine.

i was just an ocean,

And I just wanted you to know,

I was nothing,

Not so special until you made me so.

What do you follow?

Two faces, one mind

Three natures, too grind

cowardly fiend, crossed line

Scary beast, no spine

Silhouette, standing out

Trying to hide, visible doubts

deaf mute, cant hear the shouts

Bountiful harvest, year long drought

beggars plea, final stand

Broken aircraft, where to land?

Broken boy, take his hand

and lead him to a life so grand. 

VidyaGame Rehash

This systems ancient,
The controllers some prehistoric mess someone thought would be “innovative” and “cool.
I put it down years ago; and It hasn’t moved since.
Nothing’s changed, it’s still the same nostalgic beauty it’s always been,
It still handles like your dream ride,
It still sounds like the art you wish you could understand,
And the few that played it have given it stellar reviews.
But I still can’t complete it.
Sometimes I let myself believe I can,
The hype is there and my timing seems perfect.
In the end it seems futile, But I never give up,
Restart, repeat, continue… Game over.
Again and again.
I bet it all on the game I think I’m good at,
But lose when its rules restrict me.
I could cheat to win but would i win?
And all of a sudden it’s not a game anymore. 

 
(The first thing my Alice asked me to write was about how i was feeling, i wrote my life in comparison to a game of chess. It was my first piece of poetry, first vent and it felt amazing.. i find coming back to childhood love gives me a great sense of security and using it to relate to how i’m feeling now makes everything a little better)

Blind Old Man

I want to see you for everything you are, 
I want to be the one to have it all, i want you to let me.
The need to feel is gone, i may as well explode.
But if you asked to know me, id never let it happen.
I am just conscience at the bottom of a pit,
You are the light at the surface.
No one can see me how i see myself…
So just let me see you.

Hipsters.

If this blade was meant for my wrist, then why is it that I can’t cut? 

If this noose fits tight round my neck, then why hesitate to give up?       

If this task is so easy to accomplish, why do i feel so ashamed?           

If this life i have was gifted to me, then who am i going to blame?

I drink until I forget the world or smoke until i'm no more                     

This life I live and breathe and feel, 
Yet these feelings are never secure.  

If it means the end of the world for me I've been high, I've been low and can quit 

But this loss of love on many account feels pretty fucking shit.

If i sit and dwell these thoughts collide,

The result of which drove me mad,

Crazy to think i cared for nothing, content with what i once had.

If these pills will put me to sleep, I should take them all and go under.

Why is it when I’m close to the edge, My mind and my heart both sunder.