Random thought thread

[Esen]

Life of a heart monitor

Tilted sounds in a tilted corner
monitoring
measuring
140 130 140
screaming to drop to 70.
Pulses of papers stream
flicking flickering
and the heart races
no pulse can slow
no reason can turn this moment into one that is sane.
Doctors murmering, insides crying
Gulping to endure
bring the rate down
Scare away the sweet ilusions of losing control.
140 140 140 140 140 131
give me peace,
i'm a machine crying off the number s of your pain
thin your blood
stop the clots,
bring down the rate
racing racing
pull my plug so i cannot reveal your pain any longer
120 140
oh to be 75
great distances your sorrow runs
beating even faster to slow down
and the doctors wonder.

[J.R.V.A.]

Fucking aaaa I really like your viewpoint

[Jaron]

Damn, this... poetic rambling of seemingly disjointed phrases flows quite well together in a stream-of-consciousness sort of way. Generally, I don't like this type of piece, but you did it quite well.

*applauds*

[Esen]

Structure

I am to stand alone
living lies of other peoples lives
sharpening my skin
to feel the pleasure of crying knives

And why do you breath
to hear your own innards tremble
to laugh within yourself
sulking quietly and humble

I don't know the need for structure
or pleasure of rain that glistens
just spewing out broken words
hoping you don't have the time to listen

STRUCTURE
BAH
Take this sifted ash
fall down and say ah

I don t want your chains
never cared for your direction
I was never that diciplined
and I do not feel like I'm running for Election

STRUCTURED
Stammering from your swollen lips
fornicated bruises
deep torn scratches lining your hips

close my eyes
I want to buckle and rumble
stand stilll
all of my passions lined up to crumble

I have never been strong
like the stench of rooting words
You want me to write in straight dandy lines
you are fucking absurd

Structure
Its the bane of my ass
fear engulfing each wipe
in paper laced with glass

I want to fall through the paper
splatter across dry dense walls
be silver and sliver
erase the propaganda sold at the malls

I don 't need your praise
but what of my own
do we dare look at ourselves
crying at the feet of the others thrown

And your chains they hold me
make my fingers dance and click
straining against the keyboard
in order for your structure to stick

a puppet of amusment
eyes sunken dancing no more
patted on my back
you make me your whore

Is it you who swallows
My milk nestled with in
amusingly delicious
with after tastes of sin

break me away
from these walls of four broken lines
to keep on repeating
fumes of turpentine

I do not feel like a poet
maybe a peasant for hire
I am furious with myself
lost at the pire

Release me
Take away this fucking Structure
two broken bones
results of the fracture.

No more structure
I beg you please
the lines wrap tightly
my veins choking with ease


-ECL/Chauncey

[Esen]

Darkness of your Eyes

I look into the darkness of your eyes
the grief that lays tired and wanting
Sweating from the insides
I feel your fury
low rattled hums sipping at your consious
pulling you forth
realizing your hand on cold metal
balance
the memories of the one lost
the one of 3 thousand
the footing of your feet
sighing in the darkness of everyones eyes
The doors are gracious they let the light out
hiding you
hiding me
I don't want to see your pain anymore
a train full of zomies
ones who s life was taken away
when our love ones fell
our loves ones turned
our loved ones became a part of us;
the sulken ash
of sunken dreams
Bottled and oppressed within your dead smile
Seats are filling and emptying with every stop
and all the crys fester within
95 rotated people going back to the city
we are bound there destined there
hoping it will never be our turn
The subway car tightens around
by breath, endlessly sinking into yours
one mantra of lonliness, tiredness
must we forget ?
The television whispers of healing
of mending
of going forward
but no signals are present on the train
just the memories
the grief
raped smiles
for ever groping at our intelligence,
how did we let it all happen
heat seeking the bodies that fall from fire
devestating our hearts
and cruelty leaves us bare
no longer aroused
no longer fair
no longer even
just one sad pulse
devouring this tunnel
we cannot help but to remember.

[Esen]

Chain Fence


Grated tin grating profusly
lined wired
for ever spanning tired
the pirch of birds
and the divider of the home
the net of the pig
the end to where the buffalo roam
Forever being mettalic flesh
some call me transarent
others caught with in my mesh
I am the fence of chain,
built link by link
caught inside my dilema
Kink after Kink


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Sorry I was bored heh heh

[Esen]

Are you hungry


I sit with in the cavernous confines of your heated domain
Waiting for you hungering for you.
The cheese that blankets the inner you is delicate
yet is stretches and strings as far as my teeth will pull.
We the ones with the rustling pit fireing within us.
We beckon you, we crave you.
Your sauce red and flowing under the coating of cheese.
Abundant with life, we can only savor you.
dress you in robes of meatball and mushroom
bloom, let your scent hypmotyze my taste buds.
Falling deep within; my hands get lost inside my pockets,
fumbling, taunting, begging.
till the crispness bites me tugs me reels me in emerging with a 20 dollar bill.
The satisfaction of relieving myself of that monatary famine.
You the Pizza that engulfs us all .
All we can do is sit down and pray in thanks.
Thank you god for inventing the large size Pizza.
Bite after bite I experience the whole you and nestle you within the inner bowls of my stomach.

When all is coming to an End, I bite into your crust.
Symphanies of exstatic extasy shoots through the roof of my mouth.
penetrating my brain, paralized with the torment of cheese filled crust.
for now I am complete,

[Esen]

Trains of your love

The trains of your thought run rampant accross my fields
decorating everywhere they go
breaths of fresh air deviate the solitude of the sullen keepers of bees
No coal is needed to fuel only the pure perspiration of your inner insperation; the true form that inspires me , makes desire fall from me.
Chuggin along green paths over shadowed violets and red
i see your smiles guilde me.
Passions of fuled hunger drive us forward.
I am your rampert to climb and oversee the palaces of tracks that run wide and far.
We the love that grows and prospers.
and even in the clandestine climate of the intimate kiss our train whistles in intrigue and delight.
Let me board and we will ride forever.

[Esen]

the grit is better then grime
at least my pen can run through it
make illusions out of its grain

[Esen]

She brought us home


She swallowed the sun
and it was the moon that began to fade
seeking evolution
this is where new life is made

Her heart is resting
in the nest of trust and peace
all the children wake up laughing
and the numbers they increase

Students of unkept pastures
grazing on firtle land
number after number
they multiply in fashioned demand

christened sillouettes
echoed within named dorms
twisted rotting faces
no salvation torn apart with in the storm

Some come to beleive
that we can all run away and be free
But I really couldnt care
for my heart still drifts to see

all of these worlds
floating in gails of black
there is nothing left but space
and no egos on the attack

She whipsered me sweet endless songs
ones of relunctant disease
they spread so fast and swiftly
infected us all with ease

but pain and death never pondered
to rot the marrow from our bones
for within this fertile ground
our souls open the door to home

[Esen]

I'm taking all of the stuff I wrote on the boards and throwing it into this thread , so that it is all together.

Joker


The clamping of my muscles
Fold me from within,
filling voids that can never be filled,
I twist from the insides
caught within the gaps of the never ending,
One place of pain begins and the other never ends
You curse me and beg
and none of my answers are chosen,
You bide for time
and my heart lays dorment and frozen.
Swinging from the laughter
clenching from the pain
one bite after another
rotted apples tossed by the sane,
Sing me lullabies of how I should react
sift away my presence
wounded by your attacks,
My insides are boiling
burned to every degree,
I Sit here cut and chosen
labled tagged and priced
to high to be free.
And as my insides continue to dance
and run at there own pace
my flesh beckons for relaxation
too broken to finish your race,
Before you begin your terror of hollars till my confidence is no more,
I beseech of you a pardon
bring end to my tormented war.
I say to you all that I'm sorry
My fustration is just another ace,
who would have ever thought of it
the deck has layed hidden and laced,
Poisoned is the queens
Hollow lies the King
and I just tremble in my Own dillusion
hoping the next hand is never me.
Yes you call me your Joker
and Yes I never am a friend
Chosen chalices of wonder
take my love and let it hang and suspend.

Now that I can no longer stand
grabbing at my stomach
the muscles write there own passeges
and I am all of the but of it,
Please no more yelling
no more accusations
the pins and needles driving through my viens
is enough of any sensation.
I cannot harness the brain that once was of a man
I am now thinking through rubber
and for my sanity the safer I am.
No I can't blame you
You the Power of my bones
leaving me shocked with vices
to startled to answer the phone.
Sing inside my slumber
mash beside my mind
cut and slivered the pulp of the peel
nothing left but rind
Please Please release my name
never let it be spoken
I do not want to wind up all alone
my happiness raped and broken,
Too bare is my insides
please do not come in.
Tied by the ankles I feel your anger
tearing apart my sin.
No more thrusting
gasgs of blood from my lips
I'm you pillow for smashing
still too low
to raise my chin.
Here I am wanting
to bring strangth to the blood of my soul
You never clean up after and I pay with the fibers of my soul
To pungeant is my answers
reeking from battered fists
pounding
faster and faster
frayed by too many trips

And now you ask why is it that I am bellied
and slain
My answer is my stomach
it boils here in pain.

I can not find the riddle
the one that brings me releif,
I have to crumble ever slowly
to salvage any belief,
Your hell is but a gardern
one that parades before my Eyes,
I see the bastard Monkeys spray their filth into my skiy

Oh
Oh
I must take a deep sigh
Where am I
where has this darkness risen from,
and how come I no longer feel my legs
I have broken back into the shell
The inner lining of her eggs.

Be it for your Ideas of reincarnation
before your sympathetic blessings
I was an Angel
of the born nesting
And now I crack from With in
I'm just another Joker full housed and pinned.

[Esen]

Charge of thunder

Scoured is the intimidation that falls timidly upon my lips
broken open upon the sores of enlightenment
sputtering and softened
Speaking through droplets of purity
our words are still stained
irredecent and still needing light.
No thoughts to ponder, no need to slow down
just little bits of curiosity swimming from your lips
Poison me
take away my laugter filter it with sorrow
leave me keeping hidden your own desires
ravish me
throw thunder around me
dripping spike of pain
radiant it all seems singing within a lightening storm
tripping over fallen vowels
gasping from the true ligthness of rain
and still I fell the tightness of the wind
fueling me, suffocating me
shallow comes the gasps now
vacant lays the son
breaking
clouds are still running dodging convulsing
come down the thunder of my poems
come down the tunder of my fear
come down the thunder of the unforgettable clap
charge
charges still revolting from the volt that has tired me.
Sing and sing and sing
for we are all damned.

[Esen]

Harnessed

The flesh of strained desire sweats and expands
forever curling over the shivers of my own skin.

Ripping the lining of perfection and developing the little carresses that used to hide in the back of my mind.

now named, they control the heat that echoes fluidly haphazardly engulfing me
always breaking your trance
seamless envelopes of lies broken open and disregarding the true language of your hunger. It ravishes me
filters me
makes an ever surveying harness of exstacy that breaks down and cries within the fumes of your own wicked scent
engulfing me
tiing me

singing soft whispers or reluctance just loud enough to make all who breath tremble

Bleed my innocense, sift all the tangieble blowing gusts of rememberence from myeyes and make me see the true mount of your hair.

sickening , to make us strong a true mold of inner perfection

Hear, stop, listen.

rocking forth falling forward bundles of pores opening into buckets of heat.
The linens of the bed scratch desperatly to hold us tight fondling my desires to push myself all the way in ,

the true sin, two bodies now confused buckling within each other.
the true trap of the orgasm.
The harness sea that holds you us and me.

~Chauncey AKA ECL 8/18/03

[Esen]

your reflection


I went to leave and I saw your image shimmering there
floating in my own misery,
Come to me
lift the illusion of your reflection
and rise from the water
help me turn around
let my eyes focus
let me see you
The feeling of your breath on my shoulders leaves me arounsed but tormented
glued to my own frustation
my eyes locked onto this puddle
washing away all the light
lets me stand here watching you
figuring you
wondering
why it is only you I can see
oh this poisoned mirror
false in my hope
I never leave

[Esen]

Loves thirst


And in my pain
you felt me diing
diing for your thirst
gentle at first the fever spread
the dillusion bread
but the trembling never subsided
stillborn is the love that lay there malnourished
frozen cracks, the setiment that was never spoken
broken slivers of glass chalices over dripping with the whines of my final laughter
Dream with me
lavish my true intentions
bring great gulps of satisfaction to my dried cracked lips
stained is the purity of the non release
the release that was held tight and beaten
the release that was forever told to be upon great blankets of burden
the same burdens that cover the chills of lonely nights
stumbling comes the words that were never spoken.
instead transerred in to the language of spurts and girgles.
great nightmares dancing within the folds of evolution
And these nectors that you prepare before, needed to cure the diing thirst
no longer gentle the fever still spreads


__________________

[Esen]

in balance
the rain falls side by side
never stopping never faltered.
in its puddles
romp with me

[Esen]

An open can

In the living of my room
I open up
Popping fizzing
the cans are eternally insync
listening gurgling
foaming
Twisted and scented tearing not needing
all the courseness taken away from your thirst
empty crushed
recycled rinse
repeat

[Esen]

Ok, So that is it,
I combined all the writings I have had on these boards into this one thread.

That means some of the last few poems you may have read already,
sorry about that.
Don't mean to torture you twice

[Esen]

Caressing is the linen that hangs from your arms,
covering me.
The singing of your voice is angelic and gentle,
saving me.

[Esen]

The weight of your pain that she carries on her back weighs her down and suffocates.
Trully chosen chalices.
breaking from the insides
slivering underneath the pores.
Razors for sweat and lies for claiming burden, you are carried

Knees roughly baking, dropped upon the griddle of concrete
Sun and rays burning the outer shell.
Release her take your misery and set her free.
Let her dine on the fruits of her own destiny.
It is time for release.
Leave my earth alone.

[SSJwrestler]

i wish i had ur talent

[Esen]

Painted night

Seamless is the sky
empty is the rain
orange painted tourents
wasted away in vain,
Sweet is your sanity
holding me tight and secure
everlasting happiness
no need for an angels cure,
antidotes are vanquishing
falling though the light
hyperdermic symphanies
injected into the masses tonight,
All of the passions of harmonics
beckoning our fears to come
this is when our sight is eased
speak, for now the evening is done.

[Esen]

Thanks SSj Wrestler
that is too kind of you.

[SSJwrestler]

no prob man

[Esen]

Saturated

Your breath seeps into my pores soaking me with every whisper,
spoiling me.
Rocking while standing,
storms of lightening and fear illuminate your desires.

Filed down nails rakeing against my skin,
begging to never be released to never touch the ground.
Together mended, your arms fall to my side leaving our necks to tip back
Not needing to hold, I devour the whole you
the shivering you
Saliva coliding with saliva, one pool of total exstacy stirring from our motion,
The lotion that saturates your skin.

Where to begin
Neverending covers shade us from the world,
the light,
true satisfaction of another kiss.
the cloth slips away soaked and abused ,
fadeing unraveling.
leaving the need for love unspoken and not used.

Stand upon the crutch of the pure lust.
The one that makes you seperate and close again
filled with the real me

The openess of your control is now sealed and lays secret.
Scouring away the pain of lonliness our hair mesh and tangle,
pulling and caressing forever cleansing our tears away.
only sweat, only you.
Tangeants of purple berries smearing away the whiteness of the day,

A disaray of colors swirling our time forward.
second after second lost.
Absorbing the fall stands chalices of fermented wine
blanketing the resurgance of the new passion ,
the new hunger
the traded diplomacy of intamacy.
This tornado now has us both.

[H12]

I only read two or three posts because I'm really tired, but I was impressed by "Life of a Heart Moniter".

[Esen]

just coondensing some of my poems , so they don t get lost.

Too damn early

my teeth drag me to the sink
begging to be scrubbed and awakened,
the seals of bubbling cleansers breaking upon my fingers
falling is the cap
constricting is the tube
unleashed comes the paste,
a whirlwind of balance totters at my mind
instructing my nervous system to just focus and scream.
instruments long and bristled
marching to the exposed bone
polishing away the grime
the carcasses of nourishment
refreshing the breath that carries me to the shower
why the hell arn't I under the covers.


My Smiling Cock

I looked in the mirror and saw my cock smiling at me
laughing its head off
layer upon layer its skin keeps it vibrant and moving
growing and regressing
never wanting to make up its mind.
Everytime I find ways to bundle my cock up it gets tippsy and throws up inside my friends.
What a simple pal
going where ever I go shying away inside my boxers yet never throwing a punch.
Time to toss its ass in the shower,
boy I would be in trouble if it decided not to follow.


Morning

The morning is madness,
my eyes open and they scream.
dried is the residual that once coated my dreams
now frozen upon the torture of daylight.
The sleeping of my mind shutters and trembles
hypnotic is the punch of reality that throws me into a streaming shower of water.
now purified for the day
I am in a fit of dillusionment.


Stuffed

The suture is best for when you want to keep it all safely stuffed in.
I don t realy mind if I fall all out.
I can drop to the floor leak down the walls
or sing running away from the gooey kiss of life.

Mending is not needed when there is no need to be perfect.
Take the jurisdiction of your words and the purity of the hypocrits laughter and shove it up your ass.

The time for your perfection has passed and all that is left is the skin that coats the word "me'

We who are real, we who are stained, need not cower away from those who make us suffer. Instead we need to just stand and let you cherish your own revelation of perspiration.
For I am not backing down. I am not healing. and by all my gods laughter I sure the hell refuse to reform.

Rampant are my bruises for they coddle me, protect my own interests and let me lay free without the burden of your approval.
Needed is not your form , needed is not the true tenor that makes up the accusational pitch of your voice.
Instead I dare you to sink in your chair and bear it, as I look into your eyes and say FUCK YOU.



Well thats that, sorry if you see some you have already read, ubt I didn t want to lose them, so one in a whole I ocndense them.

Sometimes I like to put them first in their own thread because this way you don t have to read through all the other stuff.

[Amarth]

I love your stuff Chauncey. Post more!

[Esen]

Genius is death
Evolution is irony
Numbenss is reality
Ignorance is comsumption
Unity is light
Solitude is delusional

[Esen]

Condensing more writing into this thread...


No longer

You shave at my soul
taking the carvings with you
tuckered bare, the roots fall withered and soiled
desperate is the need,
silent is the treatment
craving is the thirst
naked is your blade
Nourishment
deprived
now uprooted left raw and bleeding
Pleading,
leave my leaves alone,
brown and withered chilled and slithered
stems uncanny.
and you the one who cuts and chops
leaving the soul confused and chanting,
recover me
all that was green is now flawed and red
turned into your timber burning away my happiness,
dryed discarded dead

[Esen]

Gristle

Branded is the skin
and the cow falls down
gutted and deboned
left stinking and fowled
sockets of embry tied inside the meat.
little slivers of gristle
trample and dugged under feet.
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INNER PEACE

Laughing
Taunting
sick hardened people standing staring and pointing,
Looking for the ins
falling through the outs
skin faded grey
silent muffled shouts,
engraved are the wrinkles
solid are the stones
laying bare naked and bleeding the stepping points to your throne,
shared is the essence, skinning at my knees,
cold hardened concrete, the only comforts ever offered too me.
Discarded is the love sifted away fron the fears
unleashed all my burdens the crowd stands and cheers.
No longer do I have passion
my talent once long ago ripped away
holes of boliing blood naw at me as my temperance sputters and sways.
Grease is the markings that hold up the sockets of dillusioned eyes
no longer a person
just a shriek of lonely living cries,
Harnessed are the angels
sipping at mercies release,
only sultry concerend demons come to show leniancy to me.
They hand me rool s of paper
narrowed and tied in glass
offer me a pen to dance and sign at a seconds glance,
Protection they offer
sneears that gleam
hungered are there whispers
chanting inside of me.
Looking for deliverence finding open cuts of rain
nourished is the treason that extends its hand to my pain.
and I shy from every shadow, not to let you know Im a man
singled and ridiculed all apart of our gods plan.
my nails fall dorment , fingers curled to balls, grasping an clawing , no longer can I grip inner peace's call

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Slowest Scar

You are the painfull scar
that lies tight around me
cutting the freedom from my words
endouring me to fall second fiddle to passion.
Whipped and cowering the child lyes
the mother cries
and each tortured soul plays with the leisions of the practical family.
fall to the purity of the balanced laughter,
roam inside the wings of dormant angels
that float too high to be touched,
eyes are stretched from the sockets become to glazed by trust to see.
and I buckel naked under chains ripping at the metal splintering the nails of fingers, biting at the threads of my tounge, gravelling at the knees of slumber.
holding all within just to break the sickness that idles me.
I am the American family, the tragedy the embalmed funeral of the grey heaven flesh that melts in the sunday glass ,
frothing to the somber beat of the store bought malt,
and yes, here sits sister mercy sipping at my freedom.
for drones we are now converted, rolling under the cab , we are all the wheels of passions slowest made scar by far.



SOrry I was just adding soem of the stuff I wrote ion the last month or 2 to this thread so I have it together.

[la petite moi]

i'm gonna cry,
gonna let lie,
gonna face the black eye,
gonna scrape by,
gonna let fly,
gonna get high,
gonna be the tough guy,
gonna wear the black tie,
gonna touch the sky,
gonna say bye-bye,
gonna be the bad guy,
gonna show my mind's eye,
gonna finally comply,
gonna let time go by,
gonna die.
i'm gonna be,
gonna see,
gonna be the vendee,
gonna keep watching t.v.,
gonna be your marquee,
gonna be your emcee,
gonna be the queen of your party,
gonna dance like a banshee,
gonna giggle like a faery,
gonna kiss you for free,
gonna be artsy,
gonna drop my screw key,
gonna be your esprit,
gonna be part of your group b,
gonna be gutsy,
gonna be me.

i'm gonna want,
gonna be your typewriter font,
gonna take a jaunt,
gonna flaunt,
gonna be the debutante,
gonna haunt.

i'm gonna love,
gonna push and shove,
gonna fly like your rock dove,
gonna be like grandpa's baseball glove
gonna be part of,
gonna be proud of,
gonna get rid of,
gonna be unworthy of,
gonna be destitute of,
gonna let go of...

you.

[Esen]

Poison boiling
veins no longer frozen,
too many slivered dreams
to have the notion that you are chosen,
sambuca skylines coffes seeds stolen
chalices breaking minds quaking
hemorages awakened hands still shaking
all in our times these falicies are making,


__________________

[Esen]

edited version

Painted night

Seamless is the sky
empty is the rain,
orange painted torrents
wasted away in vain.

Sweet is your sanity
holding me tight and secure,
everlasting happiness
no need for an angel's cure.

Antidotes are vanquishing
falling though the light,
hypodermic symphonies
injected into the masses tonight.

All of the passion of harmonics
beckon our fears to come;
this is when our sight is eased
speak; for now the evening is done.

[Esen]

Singled out

Your short-comings are boiled and abused,
Used.
For the tender meat,
The righteous meat.
The sandwich that lays gristle upon gristle;
Staining another mans shirt.
Your flesh is delicate at times,
Seasoned with malady and disdain.
Never nourished,
Never fried,
You lay comatose on a blanket of bread.
Soiled and forthcoming,
Peppered at the soul,
Garnished for the mind.
Lingering deep in the bowels of another’s need to be a glutton.
Vinegar is the taste I hope for;
Stinging at the conscious
To cut deep into the throat
Choking at the appetite
Choke on me.
Take my unworthiness and let it take control of your greed.
You dirty man,
Your fowl mouth woman,
You penguin slaughtered upon ice.
The need of my blood is to fill your glass;
To chill your own savage veins.
Hollow you seem now
As I look through that glory hole you call a digestive track.
Immortal gasses swirling to consume me.
I may be damned but your aches will last for ever.
Never again you will steal me
For I have stolen the antacid.
Burn, you confounded baron,
You piglet of hidden glory hiding behind another’s pen
Another’s solitude
Another’s ambition.
For now your freedom is consumed.
Forever destined to be fueled by all those that you shove hungrily into you mouth
We now own you, control you
And one day we will eat you too!

[Esen]

Into the room

She came into the room poisoning me
tying me into rings of confusion,
illusion
the sweet sanity of upset dreams being siphoned from your inner peace-
your inner safety,
Her love is malnourished and bleeding.
she leaves the scent of her desire corroding the flesh of my lips.
Release me!
Let your rotted words leave me in hunger no more.
a loaf of bread a thimble of juice,
a revelation that sanity is not all for void and nil.
Her hair tightens under the belly of my chin
squeezing and taunting the sweet embers of my own poisonous sin.
Release me, let me go, let me breath.
She straddles my spirit I buckle from her harness
convulse and shaking to spin from the deep solitude that if she leaves I will truly be alone.
she lays there and laughs.

[Esen]

Build

There was patiance
and the thunder rocked,
the thirst stirred.
A spinning diltution of dialated pupils
falling forward to the ground,
blinded and frozen
soft embrios of light growing inside of your dillisuion,
confusion.
A sindicated rerun of relapsed memory
looking for a trigger, a fault, something to jog and whisper.
Build the consious to a grand leison, hemmoraging all the memories to the surface.
Wipe away the coating and the let the heat thaw the cornea.
Rememberance,
a sweet passion of liquidated thoughts and broken puzzles of spontaniaty,
remember me.
Let your eyes see.

[Esen]

sorry did some more condensing

[amonkie]

Chauncey,

I really like this phrase the phrase "A sindicated rerun of relapsed memory". Some great stuff, thanks for sharing!

[Esen]

she is haunted
two pupils focused on scars and tissue
surrendering, shadowed figures tug at her fingers
never reaching her hand

Filled with whispers
taunted and falling ,
her tears leave gashes upon her cheeks
malnourished

Phantoms come to dance with her
knowing that the nector that lays upon the crevices of her mouth is sweet
and the saltinness that leaves puss dripping from her eyes
is no more then an obese depression fighting for her soul

Alone; spectors dance, dance with-in the recesses of the oblique
purity so heavy that only through the tarnish
can illusions be seen,
lifeless

Does she see?