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The sun rises somewhere..
Enveloped in clouds, a crimson collar,
Somewhere above the sea at dawn.
In twilight, tiny raindrops fall
As my tiny teardrops are reflected.
From the dark depths of deep blues
Something sinister stirs..
Waves simulate my sounding sadness
Seeking your love like I once did.
Crashing upon the shorelines of your body
As they go down, crashing upon you
Breaking you down, and crashing upon you
And moving on, and crashing upon you
Under the crimson dawn somewhere.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Enveloped in clouds, a crimson collar,
Somewhere above the sea at dawn.
In twilight, tiny raindrops fall
As my tiny teardrops are reflected.
From the dark depths of deep blues
Something sinister stirs..
Waves simulate my sounding sadness
Seeking your love like I once did.
Crashing upon the shorelines of your body
As they go down, crashing upon you
Breaking you down, and crashing upon you
And moving on, and crashing upon you
Under the crimson dawn somewhere.
~Jeffrey Heartbreak
Literature
Broken
And the pieces never quite match up
And the glue that binds them
Is only ever so strong
That one drop
And the whole thing
Falls apart again
And it becomes this cycle
Of picking up the pieces
And pasting them back together
Only to find yourself falling
All over again
And again
And sometimes you think
You’ve found solace
But it was only ever fleeting
And the cycle starts again.
Literature
My Suicide Machine
I’ll wrap you up in duct tape
For sealing in the gas
Place cardboard over every vent
Breathe every fume en masse
Embrace pictures oh so dear
Of places never seen
With whisper rolling tears I’ll praise…
“My Suicide Machine”
Tall electric power grid
With hum and whir and sigh
One leap and scale with no detour
One thousand feet on high
Oh, the winter brings those gales
Grey blotting out the green
Close eyes, tip forward angel wings
Sweet Suicide Machine
Oak dowel for the clothesline
Five dollars ninety-four
And nylon length will show its strength
Weight hanging from the door
Wrap tight taut those thirteen
Literature
Generation E
We are the generation of Escapists
Forget the Y, X, Z and call us E
Because we
Run away, deep inside
To our obsessive soliloquies and unreal networks
To distract ourselves from this artificial matrix
Of conventions, traditions, red tapes and mouth tapes
Superiors and deceiving exteriors
Interdictions and soothing fictions
And numb brain-dead masses
Call us the generation I for short
For we Imprison our voices
By imaginary choices
Run away, deep inside
To paint the town grey with Neurol and Lexaurin
Laugh at your death with Xanax or Rivotril
Silencing M&Ms to get you in a good place
Erase and replace to fit in, you disgrace!
Become a shell &
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I love reading what you write,its always beautiful in its own way.