The Absurd beauty in a suicidal smile.

The Absurd
Beauty in A
Suicidal Smile
+++++++++++++

Oh love,...
do you
Hate Me?

Because
I see
Absurd Beauty
In
A Suicidal
Smile!

I've just
been ..
feeling
Odd
Lately.

( and havent
believed in
Goodness for
a while.)

I Saw You
Yesterday..

walkin
Down
By The
Crimson
Sea,

(where we
used
to Pray.)


it'll likely
become
Another
Nightmare
Memory!

(that no
amount of
Booze can
wash away.)

Oh
Love do
You

Hate
Me?

Because
I
Chose to
Stick
Around and

Tough shit
Out?

Hoping
there
is
Beauty Left
to
See!!

(Regardless
that
My Heart is
Full
Of Doubt.)

When
Nights
are
Long,

(and
Darkness
Falls)

I
Try my
Damndest
To
Be Strong,

but hear
Your
Laughter
Down the
Halls!,

and
KNOW..!!!

that
it probably
won't
be
Long...

(before I
Wear
Suicidal Smile.)

J.Stephen.H.

The power of A Wanted Kiss.

The power
Of A Wanted
Kiss.
+++++++++++++

As I write
This..

Muses are
standing
Over my
shoulder
Snickering..

because
They do not
Understand
The
Power of a
Wanted
Kiss.

(Or know
The
Burn 🔥
Of Loves
Candle
Flickering.)

You
Own me
Dear,

with a
Simple
smiling
Glance..

and life
is
Full of
Shadows
Here!

(staining the
Wall with
Footsteps as
They
Dance.)

+

Yet
I will
Finish this
On
A
Happy Note..

in
Spite the muses
Critical
Mockery ;

Rejoicing in
everything I
wrote!

(Regardless
if it's only read
By
me.)

J.S.H.

Untitled nonsense for sensible souls mind-raped senseless.

Untitled nonsense

For sensible souls

who are mind-raped

senseless.

+++++++++++++

Writing poetic

Fictions across the

Walls of my heart

in shiT...

and it

Smells like weeping

Roses doesn't it?

the kind that cry

for desperate causes

The world praises.

(then forgets.)

but

If

I bled for you

would you still

Love me in the

Morning?

I have the

Razor in my

Mouth old flame!!

and will spit

Without

a

Warning.

(thoughmy
anti-hero

shit
Gets lame.)

×

Writing living fictions

Across the walls
Of

My Better-Off-Dead;

It tries to breathe

still doesn't it?

(This ghost of
You

Within My Head.)

J.Stephen.H.

Writing away the sickness.

Writing away the sickness.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I'm trying to write
away the sickness love...

But
only growing sicker.

Sick of the silence
up above!

My Soul a candle .

(That doesn't flicker.)
+

The MoNsTeR -mE
is getting  Worse,

I hear his laughter
constantly
now;

and
he knows about my
Secret Curse!!

(This Fear to speak
Before A Crowd.)

+

I thought you may have
been The Cure ..

an answer to my fleeting
Prayers..

Who might teach me
ways I could endure!

(Life's Many Haunted
NiGhTmArEs.)

+

but,
We're only
getting SicKeR
LovE...

Writing
TheSe LiVing
Midnight Tragedies.

So
Return to
Your
KinGdoM uP
AboVe!

(Or be eaten by
The
DeviLs iN
mE.)

J.Stephen.H.

The courtesy of loves razor blade.

The courtesy
Of loves razor
blade.
+++++++++++++

Due to the
Courtesy of
Loves Razor
Blade,

I'm left to
Bleed Alone
In peace;

(Before
Knowing
​​​​​​​The
Sting of
Hates
Regret)

As I say
Goodbye to
Joys which
Fade!!

(and Hello
To Ever-Dying
Sunsets.)

+

Our Fate
Was a Lonely
Pantomime;

trying
to climb
An Endless
Ladder,

and
Reach
A
Heaven
Beyond
Time!

(Where
Every Moment
Matters.)
+

yet
Due to
The courtesy
Of
Loves Razor
Blade;

I'm left
To
Die (alone)
In pieces!

(In This
Hell Without
You I Have
Made.)

J.Stephen.H.

Why make the haunted I cry?

Why make
The Haunted
 "I" cRy??
+++++++++

Oh how we
Hate us you
F?cking Bastard
Me!

Why make
The Haunted
 "I" cRy??!!

(Tears which
Flow eternally.)

Why ask why
When life is not
An answer to
A question?

We live, and
Die, then
Occupy.

(A space no
Others Mention.)

Oh how we
Hate Us you
F?cking Bastard
Me!

and..

My Haunted
Eye lives to
​​​​​​​See!!!!!

(Deaths which
Last Eternally.)



Jsh.

Last night I met a girl

Last night
I met a girl.
++++++++++

Last night
I
met a girl ,

And fell
in
Love
Immediately;

but
ten seconds
Later I hated
Her!

(for
Illuminating
The Darkness that
I See.)
I
+

In Plato's
cave there
is No clarity..

but ,
The Shadow
Things
seem
Safer..

Because
The
HearT
BreedS
Monsters in
Reality!!

(but dear
God, I can't
Escape Her!!)

J.stephen.h.

Tony taylor

There are few in society
remaining who serve as
Paragons of Hope, and
Social Virtue. Yet I am
Proud to say I know such
A Soul .

Tony Taylor, a Wordsmith
Of much diversity, has
(With many of his works)
contributed poetic literature
which will inspire generations
to come with it positive
Philosophy.

There has yet been a term
Coined to define the
Nature of his works, and
I fear the weakness of my
Pen would do more harm
than good in attempting to
describe them. So I will
instead meditate upon the
Impact such works may
potentially have upon the
World. (If it cares to Listen.)

Beast

Beast.
++++++

Operative
Word:
Beast.

Clawed
Lips, ..
and
heart
In a Cage.

Always
Eager for A
Feast.

(Of Smiles
that
It Eats With
Rage.)

+

When the
Sun Fades,
And Every
Pretty Face
Is Dead,

He shall
Relish in
The Hell
Love Made.

(Though
apparently
it's only
in his
Head.)

JSh