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SerenissimaSlumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,

their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
Stolen Happinessthe house is cold
the life is dead
a perfidious perfume fills every corner of this place

before this was happiness
one day everything changed
a bitch came destroy everything

Now I am sad and disillusioned
my fairy tale became a nightmare
BullyingI can't pretend
That I even have a friend
I don't have a place to belong
So I can't stay for long

Why do I quiver in fear?
What did I do to them?
Who made my friends disappear?
Why I am all alone?

When did this start again?
I can't remember the time
When I wanted to die
Because of all of the abuse
That I would take
Both physical and verbal today

Why do I quiver in fear?
What did I do to them?
Who made my friends disappear?
Why I am all alone?

What happened to my soul?
Why do they stare at me
Like I'm just filth to them?
What made me who I am?
I don't even have a plan

Why do I quiver in fear?
What did I do to them?
Who
Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be
In My Own AshesIn the long forgotten sands at the end of the Worlds
By the sea where the long forgotten souls swirled
Beneath the long forgotten sky of long forgotten memories,
I saw my own face, staring back and shimmering.

Standing in my own ashes, long forgotten but existing
No longer fighting and no longer resisting;
I've long forgotten every reason to be
Lost in this oh-so long forgotten memory.

Remember to forget and forget to have forgotten
All things lost, every little thing rotten,
Frozen somewhere between logic and belief
Lost somewhere outside happiness or grief.

Standing in my own ashes, though never knowing why
Never knowing how I lived, nev
It's the ApocalypseRed sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…

- only ghosts.

He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…

- and he felt ancient.

Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…

- brother.

The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
the sun
Honesty on a flat-topped shingled roof (vignette)"Baby, if you were the stars, I'd lay and watch you all night." His words were roof-top spoken, and five stories above a Brooklyn street.
She didn't notice, though, because she was tuned into every noise beneath them: Radios, cars, buses, bikes, steam lines, subways, fans, air-conditioners, televisions, power transformers and a high-up plane were lapping up her consciousness and weaving a lovely blanket of humanity where she could stay warm.
Cold was his distance on the aging roof. She realized a long time ago that his love had fallen for an idea, and that she fit that idea in form only. The short, dark-haired girl with glasses motif was one she wore well. He lived on that ideal: every evening of their lives together he would heat up that film-covered, plastic tray with the neatly organized concepts of her in the microwave of his mind and enjoy it bit by compartmentalized bit. 
But the variable of her heart was incalculable in his equation.  Knowing that what she loved was no
Shooting the moonhe will have cause to regret
confession,
because
there will always be rivers,

the black sea
nebulous
with disease;

astronomer's insomnia
  (a sea-fire
constellation)
and midnight
necromancy
  (stargazing
the underside of bones...)
I Will PurifyI Will Purify

You are forgotten and mislead
I will take you by the hand
Attend you to your guiding light
You are forlorn
I will be your sanguine confidence
Enunciate your deepest transgressions
You are burdened of yourself
I will strip you of your fabricated façade
Drop your misleading shell
You are polluted
I will cleanse you of your filth
Dissolve your iniquity with abrasion
You are starved
I will disembowel your demand for gluttony
Dislodge your slippery persistent ache
You are rife with desire
I will lance your promethean fruit
With the cord of your satiation
You cannot breathe
I will asphyxiate your bloody scarf
Design a tension
Loser with a smileI don’t want to be that guy,
That everyone knows and loves.
I don’t want to be that guy,
Who gets invited to all the parties.

I want to be that guy,
Who comes back after highschool saying look I made I made it.
I want to be that guy,
That everyone seems to forget about until it’s too late.

That guy you would call a loser.
The one with the ugly gf that makes him smile.
The one who hates you but will never say it.
The one who walked away from the guy who just called him a racial slur.

I don’t want to try to be anyone else but me.
That’s the type of guy I want to be.
The one never noticed until I want you
passion is a sinA faith-healer
A sermon
A misunderstanding
 
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
 
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
Levender EyesI slink on the boat
To the river Styx,
Charon cackles, bobbing his head,
Coal waters pull us away.

“Short lived,” my guide rasps.
Yellow-Jackets buzz
Pincers implant themselves in my iris,
My eyes pop like turquoise cherries.

Eyeless ruts breathe out dust,
My lips part, I vomit moths.

Look lavender eyes.

My chest cracks open
Rickety doors on rusted hinges.
Dollhouse EarthShells, hollowed out minds -
brainwaves taken captive.
  Where is my personality?

Thoughts reinvented, emotions
reprogrammed. I see through
my own reflection.
Face so familiar, but
  Who am I?

Destroy, rebuild, wipe clean -
The archetecture of an artist,
or a mad man.
Genius deteriorating,
a frantic puppet-master
grasping for strings.
Children lost in a world of
their making.
  We are dolls.

Chaos is always the punishment
for playing God.

  Was it worth it?
These Little DeathsInhale.

You are the straw falling;
I am the camel's back.
You are the
cracks
that stay just so long
in the windshield
until it
shatters.

I'm watching you grow;
I'm aching with apprehension.
I'm counting the muscles in my stomach
as they contract,
just trying to stay sane.

Exhale.

You are the release,
the sun setting on a perfect day.
I am the horizon,
welcoming you in with open
arms.

You are the waves;
I am watching you grow.
I'll prepare for your breaks,
for your rises and falls:
And I will learn
                             how to surf
                                                  yet.
remember me as a time of dayi.
"it's okay to think about leaving;
the earth doesn't deserve you.
count to infinity before you sleep &
don't stop 'til you know you're gone."

ii.
the man in the moon
preludes
the four things she thought about
before she jumped.

iii.
between you and me,
the world is only gonna break your heart.
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Saturnine

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Saturnine

Damn these letters strung collectively
The words they form mock,
A molested chasm within
Damn this pen and paper
Each stroke is devoid
Faint
Damn this clay in my palm
I cannot cast my mania
Homely
Damn this canvas and brush
They cannot imprint my voided cosmos
Meaningless
Damn these eyes
Slash them out
Look
My reflection betrays me
Damn these hands
Their trembling abhors my soul
Vindictive
Damn these tools
Unsuitable instruments
Fallow
Rape my commiserated heart
Reject your antipathy
I am Saturnine Red
Damn my impaired humanity

-Cygam7
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