#1637

“Grenada”

white-lipped, look away as you pass
because that girl who kissed you in the dark
won’t acknowledge you out here in the light;
a swan flocked by peacocks,
her smile isn’t for you and never was
though you ate its lies like chocolates
guilty, greedy, grasping at hope;
you may not feel right in lace
and you sure can lay them all out with a punch
but she needs a pretty boy, not a handsome girl;
you can make a fool of yourself if you want,
break their fingers while they break your psyche,
but that won’t change her mind
only prove the rest of them right;
so white-lipped, look away as you pass,
don’t give them the satisfaction;
head high, look straight as you pass
and wait ’til you reach the shadows to collapse;
don’t show them weakness –
those pretty wolves in pretty dresses will eat you alive
and your swan won’t lift a feather

#1604

Beware the universes into which you may wander, Alice Worldspanner. I have seen the possibilities of them, and they are terrifying. I have seen the Great War, all of us standing side by side for once, and I have seen every one of us fall. Wreckage of ships and bodies, spills of blood and ink. The ocean is wide enough and deep enough, and it will be our graveyard. Should you pass into this universe, who knows if you might ever step out again? Even dreamdeath fragments us, and in just the viewing I feel a new absence in myself. Beware, explorer. Beware, seeker. Some doors should stay closed.

#1591

it seems these days I just want the dark, the dark and the silence, to curl inward until I am small and round and impenetrable, until my back doesn’t hurt anymore, my arms don’t hurt, my head doesn’t hurt, my heart doesn’t hurt, so many things hurt and nothing seems to touch any of them, not Imitrex or Advil or wrist braces like gauntlets on my arms, only the dark and the silence soothe, only in sleep am I someone who moves without pain, who flies over canyons or swims through oceans, through magma, who bends fire and water and earth, and for every dimension and law of physics I control in my dreams there is another thing uncontrollable when I wake, I doubt that’s irony but it’s cruel anyway

#1582

Cigarettes and broken locks
I’ve loved you since I saw you
Fairy rings and guitar strings
I’ve loathed you since I met you

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Cherry lips and valentines
You pull me every way
Angel dust and razor rust
I push your thought away

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

You wish on stars, I spit on karma
You sing love songs, I drink vodka
You’re as bright as the sun
I’m as sharp as the moon
We’re bad news, oh, we’re bad news
So why can’t I let this go?

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about


I heard part of this song in a dream inspired (I assume) by this most recent Band vs Band page. Wrote the rest based on the emotions in the dream.

#1581

bare your neck
bare your teeth
sweat and blood
breath and heartbeat
tear flesh, dig bruises
swallow me down
gripping, gasping, gaining
surrender, release
brother dear
you are a beast
you are a monster
devour, destroy, consume your love
gunpowder lust
cannibal hunger
blood and semen, sweat and flesh
dear brother
brother dear
I just want to see you bleed
you look beautiful in red