Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Wrote these!









Anarchist Alchemy




The way you treat me

the way you cheat me

The way I feel every time you deceive me,

Its twisted poetry

Insane in sanctity

All you've got to offer is anarchist alchemy.

I need the symphony

of indiscrepancy

I've gotta run and hide from the epiphany.

Cuz when you break me

You recreate me

A greater version of a lesser reality.




Its like apocalypse

every time we kiss

Chaotic charisma at my fingertips,

Makes me ravenous

feel my heart twist

Bow to the submissive and pray for the dominant.

Can't run away from this,

Caged in a dark eclipse

brandishing power that's disguised as obedience.

love is poisonous

With an iron-fist

Savage savior in a duet of dictatorship




CH

The way you use me

The way you move me

The way your passion disproves me

sensual disparity

And sexual charity

Won't hide the scars of your anarchist alchemy

you embrace me

then you erase me

It might be hot, but its spiritual atrophy.

The way you shatter me

Splinters mentality

Got no more time for your anarchist alchemy.







The way you make me guess

the way you can't express

The way you discard and disregard my emptiness

Oppressive Righteousness

leaves me breathless

Minimizes me and builds resentments

I'm left senseless

Nearly defenseless

Your parade of drama just seems endless

you're relentless

So damn pretentious

There's no line between rebellion and recklessness.

Independence

Bares no resemblance

to what you serve me when you say you want to end this.




CH




The way you use me

The way you move me

The way your passion disproves me

sensual disparity

And sexual charity

Won't hide the scars of your anarchist alchemy

you embrace me

then you erase me

It might be hot, but its spiritual atrophy.

The way you shatter me

Splinters mentality

Got no more time for your anarchist alchemy.




































Gray




Winter's gray

Within my Icy soul

Dug my grave

With self-control.

Whispers fray

dreams untold

I must blame

the tongue I hold




Blank and empty

frozen truths

All have kept me

Far from you.

An assembly

Of nothings prove

That within me

there's no room for you.




Frozen secrets

that haunt the night

a desperate retreat

from social fright

I hold this belief

With all my might

and nothing completes



halfhearted lives.

No comments:

Post a Comment