#poetryislife
And I will run
and run and run
through all the time
to find you
and I will search the whole world
if I have to
because being without you
is not an option
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
I love you more than anything
I hate just as much
I wish you would feel
anything at all for me
How can I live without you?
How could I live with you?
My heart is broken
- MayAPoetBe (draft)
you are not trying to forget
what I did to you
you are trying to forget
everything at all
- mayapoetbe (draft)
An Internal Dispute From Sleep Deprivation
Blatant words befalling blue lips
Smeared the color of sadness
Tri-coated depression
What is art to sadness but apples to applesauce
thefortymillionsomethingpoems
Some statement minus punctuation and declarations of woeful broken love
Gorge upon the sales of music to public ears
I gave my blood, the likes which you’ve never seen and apparently do not want
Pages of fine ink multitudesofwordsmeaninglesswords
The alternative framework lost—
Eaten in the mainstream, some cherry picker we have to thank for this
Poets ought to rip the world to shreds with a pen
Splash ink onto pavement, blacken the world into a deep void
Gross schemes, where the fuck is reality?
I accidentally threw it down the garbage disposal
But the corporations forced my hand
The meaningless throb the echoes of time ticking sand
Mind wrenching melting numbness pain
Contradictory hell
What more is left to do? What more is to be achieved?
Light a metal garbage can,
Set all the books on fire
And all the art as well.
Ichor of old gods
Pitter-patters solemnly
Gaia drinks her fill
—
Deafened ears
Silent eyes
Rippled waters—
Reflecting murky skies
What remained
Laid in sullened tune
—With calla lilies
In godless demise
My organs wrung
Then clotheslined—
Like some
common rag
Discarded lungs—
Airbags for the worms
And my
once sharp tongue
Sits ’tween teeth
Delicately dead
This damp cavern
Punctured by
A singular watery tree
The branches splay
Beams of light
Where I lay—
Skin haloed
in mossy wreaths
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Some nights I crave release
In loosed muscles
Over the beaming lights—
Polluted city skyline
Standing atop a tightrope
Roaming like a minor god
My insides disemboweled—
Numbing immortality
I want to linger in apathy
No inhibitions,
without criminal feeling—
Lonely contentedness
Breathing with intention—
Aeolus, commanding wind
My soul is drunk
Filled to the brim—
With hopes and dreams
Peace with the worms,
Consciousless things
How I’d like to join them
In holy matrimony
With the earth
As the skies weep