AbrahamRedbeard

I woke up last week and  realized that my body parts were becoming specialized. Not a useful kind of specialization, more of a random attribution of traits kind of thing. Like my conscious mind decided that it was tired of dealing with all those pesky thoughts and started delegating. So I wake up and the first thing I notice is that I am unable to pour myself a bowl of sugary (yet delicious) cereals. My hand just freezes next to the box for a moment, then picks up a nutritious whole grain abomination that tastes like cardboard, if you were to pick up a piece of cardboard, dunk it in milk, then eat it (you weirdo).  So I'm wondering "What is

1. Close your eyes. Close them and look very very (very) carefully at the back of your eyelids. 2. I am going to ask you if you can see the fire burning and you will not answer me. But if you can see it then you will get a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside. This is because there is fire outside, and fire is hot, and you are running out of air. Do not worry. 3. Do you remember last summer when we went to the beach? We went swimming and the water was cold but you stayed in it for a long time because you said it helped you forget. I laughed when you said that. Water is for swimming, not for forgetting. But it was an empty laugh. 4. When a

I would drink cement If it would kill the bugs Crawling around inside My body feasting on my Thoughts of floods And fires And storms They have eyes Those insects Beady little eyes That shine in the depths Of my jolly little mind And you’re like sugar Laced with ant poison. And when songs tell you you’re toxic Don’t take them so literally You idiot.

When you jump off a bridge Or cut yourself open Or try holding your breath for too long And help arrives three and a half seconds Too late When you’re lying on the hospital bed And doctors give up the fight And go back to the drama of their prime-time love lives When you see your ex-girlfriend crying over your bed Does that mean death is love? Or is the morphine messing with your head again?

Anatomy of a party Standing in the middle of the crowd A bottle of cheap vodka in hand You’re happy, you smile, filled with cheer You almost don’t know anyone here Except the ones you have loved before (Won’t confuse them with any other) Old friends and new strangers wait at the bar Missed chances leave in another car You prop up a drunk friend who hugs you You hug back You laugh with someone People go home The sun comes up You help pick up the trash A bottle of cheap vodka

A study of seasons Summer is heat and sun and Sudden rain Summer is long boredom Shattered by vivid delirium. Autumn is colors and chills And leaves crinkling underfoot Autumn is cuddling next to the fire After nightfall. Winter is misery and trees With frosted branches Winter is drinking alone Watching snowflakes melt. Spring is rebirth and secrets Softly whispered Spring is mud clinging to boots Sun breaking through clouds. Summer is heat Autumn is colors Winter is misery Spring is rebirth And every year i miss you a bit less.

Love First you build a mask Not of who you are inside But of who you want to be Take your hopes and dreams And mix in a quart of plaster Nothing more Nothing less Let the plaster dry Then paint it with desire And coat it with lies So it doesn’t fade in the rain Now attach it with lies and crazy glue Nothing more Nothing less Scrape away everything From behind the mask So you become an empty shell With paper-thin skin And paper-thin feelings If someone hurts you And pierces the place where your heart used to be You can be repaired With only a little bit of tape You are safe now Nothing more Nothing less.

I’ve met a girl Who dances in shadows A strange little girl Who sings only in whispers Her soft obsidian eyes are… haunting And shackled to a voice that holds no redemption It is for a fallen woman That I seem to be falling. Melancholy promises no answers Only a measure of solace From early departures And though your arms can’t hold on Much longer I will remember Sweet-spoken recriminations Tears and fears and laughs and lies And heart-wrenching smiles Forever.

Hear me out Please, please Hear me out Please. Daughter, I remember How We were So peaceful together You smile On still-life imitations Remembering How you Stole a cookie before supper From the blue jar I still can’t look at And your mud-tracks on a clean seat That I never had time to forgive you for... And I look at you smiling In your favorite dress As my eyes burn over your folded hands I wisper slowly  “wait for me child”

A mask is a face And a face is a mask As long as our tears aren’t flowing Our lies can keep breathing. We are the beautiful The vain and the futile We will live for all eternity And reject your concept of immortality We fake and lie and Smile and die We are what we seem Yet hide everything. Depressed, as the world is Black and grey and Eye-blistering Awe-inspiring Electrical pink. Where you see love triangles We experience Complexified unadulterated Psycho-suicidal Metasexual Dodecahedric relationships. Your words hold us down Your commas scream at us Your versification screeches Like manicured nails on a board