My Dear..
I don't
know what to
say.
Everyone is
is
A Prisoner
Here!
(but
Why must you
Face
Portray A Stormy
Day?)
Your Silence is
too
much to bear,
(yet
I often bear it
anyway.)
as
Shadows leave
you
Running Scared!!
(or
hiding from
The
Truth
Of
Yesterday.)
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You're still Pretty
in
Your Tragic Pose;
(in
spite a
lack
of Feeling.)
Pretty like
a
Dying
Rose!!
(when Angels
do
The Killing.)
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Tragic Comedians.
+++++++++++++
There are certain types
of people who are well
liked by others,
And the life of the party
( if they choose to be.)
Yet inside
they're wrecks of life,
completely Alone,
and
without any
sense of purpose or
Real connection to anyone
or anything else.
They are
Life's Tragic Comedians.
Who see (and reflect)
the irony in
everything and seem
to always laugh the
Loudest !!
(when Considering
The Noose.)
J.S.H.
She was a mistake..
but
A Beautiful Mistake;
The
Kind you wanted to
make
over and over
again
until your luck
finally
Ran out for
the
last time.
There's a darkness
in me.
A terrible, nearly
all
consuming
Fuckin Darkness
that eats
dreams,
and spits
nightmares
into
a cold face that
will
never smile again.
Ravens laugh at me
from
Their Judgemental
Trees
and
Puke up Childhood
Memories;
The Masters
Fist.
That Hateful
Shed!!
That Pit
where
unsurmountable
enemies
Stab and Wish
Me Dead.
Growing
My
Own Face.
+++++++++++++
Say Old
Friend.
Has The
Time Now
Come?
To Abandon
The
Soap-Box
Gallows
of
Truth you're
Always
Falling From!
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Do you think
you 're
Giving Birth
to
Stars,
With that
Hypocrisy you
Rant?
When You
ignore
The Fact of
Scars!!
(No Other
memory
could
Supplant.)
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I'm still Here
Facing
The Void;
While your
Void
(olde friend)
Grows More
Within.
and
I
imagine
you're more
Paranoid.
(Or hiding
From Shadow Men.)
Oh..
I'm also
Still
A Misfit Toy!
(also still
commit
Old Sins.)
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If you
(in other words)
are what
Morality Looks
Like ,
I'll break every
Mirror
In This Godamned
Place;
and continue
Pondering
Life's Absurd.
( till
eventually
Growing
My Own Face.)
J.Stephen.H
The early riser.
+++++++++++++
Went to bed at
3 ..
back up by 6;
Laughing Like
A
Corpse who didn't
get
The Memo yet;
That...
It's..
"None-o-clock
Somewhere"
(in me)
And lifes'
A bitch.
(By now
the
World
should
Be dead.)
And where
is
Love?
Hanging from
Her
Candy
Crucifix!
(that tastes
Like
Shit Within My
Head.)
The Giant
stood
guard by
the
Light-house;
as
Gulls screamed
Murder
At
The Sky.
Stars
Bled
From Heaven's
Mouth!
(and
Angels layed
down
Their Golden
Wings
To Die.)
