#StridesoftheMoon

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  • hmg101p 11w

    Who said madness had to be filthy? It’s just a bunched up cluster-fuck of disease and beauty...

    My demented desires clamor and claw. At the base of my skin, as it starts to crawl. Dreams in the winds of a decaying nightfall; all decadent with silver and the other color of flaws. Walk away from the labels that hinder one small. As I embrace those empty emotions, that cry and squall...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 106w

    I hear it again. That familiar growl, that daunting sin. Circled in my soul, like a snake wrapping around my bones. A thirst for blood and once again, mistakenly, I'm trapped in the mishap of me. My oblivious rages across the plains of night, caging my dreams with past ghastly sights.
    I am ghost, a shadow of unreal. Unravel me in enigmatic reveries; for I am ecstatic suicidal thrills...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 106w

    Late night whispers, between the moon and me. He tells me all his shimmering adoration for the sea. I tell him about the agonizing distance between we. In his lullabies he seeks to free; his heart and my soul on freshly woven wings...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    I get lost, between the ghosts and those empty coffin blames. Glass walls break away, just to glance at my whispered stains...

    Maniac maniac, boiled inside my head. Write me nuclear notions, of why I’m better off dead. Astrological Angels, splinter and crack my fragile mind. Deep breaths of serotonin, snap my fractured psyched up lullabies. It’s in the sounds we make, when we think no one else can hear. Brittle bones of hollow, holding pain so near. There used to be a rainbow in my black synapses. Exploding daydreams of where my nirvana went. A fire of forests to burn down my eyes: down my psychosis; burdening down my ecstatic spine...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    I want to sling, this ill lit chill. Over the sides of my unending thrill. So on to the page my heart does spill; thoughts of love and pain and unrelenting real...

    With blurry images in the back of my mind. I slip and stride, so much strength in my sighs. Wading through a passion that once held pride. Fading blank, deep inside. As the decay begins to show, beneath this dusty slide...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    I love you like the ocean needs the moon. In vast emotions of delight so swoon. We raced through time to gather our minds. Similar and sweet. We give each other relief. We danced for years on golden skies. Even through the trials, our souls did rise. And now a love, untouched by most, resides inside. Nestled in our blended ghosts. I love you like the stars gathering in flock. Swirling together, never mind the clock. We belong as one. A beautiful song. Oh so embraced, by fine lines worn upon an aging face...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    I wander through the stars, gaze quietly at the moon from afar; continuing to grasp at the dimensions of a parallel world. Split the horizon; as now I float inside the snowy woods. My freezing spirit screaming for more. Wasting away in times illusion, is not the most vibrant way to fade. Another chance to breathe the sky, the broken hues of fondled disdain...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    I scar my dreams of light. Tripping, in trance, through the spirals of madness. Washing away pain in the sandy waves. Condense me into your wicked world, where wizards eat the flames of truth and cradle our barren souls. But, oh, we can't catch the sun as it rises again, again. Pulling the core out the sweetest black hole. I scar my dreams of dark. Standing, waiting, still in the tizzy, of melodic sadness...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    I’ve never figured out, the spell he puts me under. Oh, what kind of black magic makes his kiss, I often wonder. In every way he takes my hurt away. Even though forbidden, it’s his soul I always taste. His mind is pure poetry; that tingle written on my lips. Through the echoes of our torment, it’s become nothing that whiskey and a bullet can’t fix...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    When she fell back to earth, with her dirty frown, she wrote out new dreams so deserted and wild. Exhaling the flakes of her old broken heart. Lining her pockets with his brand of forget me nots...

    Like gypsy moth whispers on a yellow sunrise. Her willingness to move on just barley slips by. Reminded again, why she doesn’t belong. Scabbed and waiting in the shadows of broken romance songs. Bring to her hands the color of his drug. It’s all more an addiction, than that of a love...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    Sideways slide into deceiving smiles. Bowing to a wicked sense of triumph, in the milky dark now. Pestilence is persistence and the most of love, it seems. Tracing the harrowing tales of lost lust and empty perceived dreams. Ah, waiver the words, void the sleep. I saw you stealing pieces of my relief. Backwards drift into bloodless eyes. Falling beyond a shadowed doubtful rise...you look different, in real life...

    -HMG

    (This is how I imagined it to be)

  • hmg101p 107w

    One night as I slept, I scoured the heavens, and found no delight to behold. No magic in the empty dark; no special energy in the stars. My broken soul and heavy heart woke with too many sorrowed thoughts. My dreams betrayal took all I had, reality got its bitter way. With emptiness sifting through my fingertips, poetic words of desire finally run dry...

    -HMG

    (Letters from the voided truth)

  • hmg101p 107w

    Dissolving me; like a parasitic drug. I like haunting myself with those dreams that keep me numb...

    A serenade through clouded cold. Secrets unraveled as my stories fold. Once, I knew the man in the moon. A screeching fate, I lost too soon. Now I travel back in metaphorical time. Soothing what heart I have left with obscure rhymes. It’s all in the distances that I’ve grown to know. In the frozen flickers of my dead, unburied soul...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    It's funny, locking eyes, with someone's forbidden disguise. Ruination of a damned elation, and I'm scattering borrowed sighs. Tell me how to scratch away, the dissidents of more than outrage. Show me where to scowl at the line; of dancing shadows and less than fine times. Experimental nightmares, flashing on the ground. Bitter is the sentiment, of that burning fragmented sound...

    -HMG

    (It's hollow, voiding voids)

  • hmg101p 107w

    A dusk of disguise, it's in the passion, we hide behind. I know my lips were meant for his. Even if, together, we don't exist. He casts his spell of love upon my shadow. Upon my heart, I'm mesmerized but callow. Bouquet scents of sin and romance. Ah, I must be a dreamer dreaming lust, perchance. As cleverly his kiss stays burnt through layers of my skin. Through the flames climbing higher still, like the night I let him in...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    Oh I’ve dabbled off a written spark. Chanted vexes of hearts in the dark. Spinning woo, through lyrical enchant. But it wasn’t enough to stop the tremble of my hands...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 107w

    Night time terrors claim my mind.
    Deep as ink in the black of night.
    With demon strength, my soul ignites.
    Shouting old ghost back to life...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 108w

    Finger my scars and bury that power a little deeper. Ecstasy; oh it is the addiction that you drive into me...

    Washed away in all of your sin, the pious crumble as the anguished rise with their empty grins. In my bent reality you are my foe; your ways are all I seem to know. Spread your hate into my veins. One more time talk heartache to my brain. Assure me that one more drink, toke, slash, will make it all okay...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 108w

    Minutes truly matter, when you’re matted beneath my skin. The gnats that sort and dissipate you, allow me to breath again. To think of a friend, a connection that should not expire, makes my gut burn with the brilliance of left over fires. I shouldn’t come to you. I’ve never held that notion so grand, with such pull and let loose. A strangle; an angel; oh such various reason to leave hearts in dangle...a sea once opened up to me, but I knew. I knew what kind of secrets that chaos drew....

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 108w

    Then one day, the words that flowed in soft, rhythmic ways stopped. Her heart let go of the pain, and suddenly she realized there was nothing poetic about her struggle. Strife had taken so much of her time. She had died in their foggy worlds, long ago. Facing old stars amidst the new, she took the chance to truly see...and her soul half smiled, now only slightly bruised, beneath that lingering truth...

    -HMG