Mirakee
Evoke in me, the life I seek.
Sweep me off my misery.
I can't fly on these broken wings, and the Ravens inside of me are clawing so violently but can't escape my calloused skin.
Silently, I watch you meander from soft grass, to cobblestone pathways in this desolate park.
It's dark but you light up its entirety, as you've lit the pilot light inside of me.
Notes wander in your aesthetic aura, with the rhythm of your sonder.
As you ponder, your eyes spark like, Tesla coils throw arcs.
Every tree you pass is illuminated by your encounter, and your reflection even glistens in their peeling bark.
It's so stark, watching a human come into their own consciousness.
It's as if the universe plans all of this.
When I think of every opportunity I thought I'd missed, she replaces it with two more chances to appreciate uniqueness...
Until I've heard the right notes, from exactly the right folks, and have found my place in life's grand performance.
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cannot hear. They sound
like... like, the instruments
I once played. I wish you
could hear it, too but it's so
deeply burried, that I don't
know how to not hide it.
So, If you see me swaying...
Just smile, and close your
eyes with me. I'll show you,
with the sound of my heart.
Just don't waste a moment;
listen before it stops it's beat.
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Sacrifice diplomacy so dollar signs swell like tsunamis. Suburbs guarded by pale-faced, toilet paper hoarding cartels. Lights flicker as grounds rumble with panic of the disadvantaged, and brandy room bickering of our elected parents.
OH, excuse me?! Did that make you angry? See the fuckin irony? Let me keep going...
Seedy news anchors flap tongues about rejuvenating revenue, to the Soundtrack of CoRoNaViRuS iS CoMiNg FoR yOu! Panic is a gold sluice. Earth's populace laughs as we predictively perform for minimum wages in the world's most admired venue. They point and laugh as we refuse to stop shitting on our own damn stages. Here we go again Murica, in last fuckin place. Throwing Amber Waves of Shade while we're back on our way to being fuckin GREAT Again. Facemasks eradicate emotions. Innercity mass graves are our Generation's Nuclear Wastelands. Keep us distracted with preprogrammed propaganda, putting stiff bodies on 5G blast, and reruns of Survivor. Soap-blistered hands scour barren shelves... I wonder if humans will ever be able to stop themselves? Futures of scorned tears on grieving children's faces blinds the horizon, as they question- who will take our parent's places, after Uncle Sam decided to run another patriotism test popquiz? Who deserves recognition, and who deserves to die in a hallway, ER bed? Humanity is blackout wasted on the new, police state-social graces, that it erases entire places because it always forgets that...
Money can't replace human faces. .
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If black lives don't matter to you but blue ones do, remember something for me...
Blue is not a human hue-
It's a choice.
My family, my melanated brothers and sisters deserve to have a fucking VOICE.
They've never deserved to be gunned down in our city streets while you hide behind your dirty laundry, your WHITE GODDAMN SHEETS.
Officers of the Law?
Officers of the flawed-
Corrupt Laws, wielding bullets like, retractable claws.
HANDS UP, DON'T SHOOT
Hear the stomping of their fascist boots... All for the power, the almighty dollar, the minimum wage you earn per hour, the porcelain skin covering your daughters, the keyboards behind which you cower... Do not fucking equal WHITE POWER.
That cunt in the White House says "Very Fine People", and pretends to hide behind a golden steeple.
You're sheeple. You follow the heard, the easiest path. "My LiFe Is BaD, bLaMe ThE cOlOrEd MaN"... You're still falling for that bullshit scam.
Your life of strife is cause by our government, the fear they implement, control instruments. Now, wake the fuck up, and get a Goddamn life! Open your eyes, AND START FIGHTING FOR WHAT'S RIGHT!! Not just for whites, but the entire HUMAN PLIGHT. They bleed red into the streets, stacking bodies to unfathomable highs...
It's MURDER.
STOP CALLING IT SPITE.
If any of this bothers you, makes you uncomfortable, PLEASE...
Get out of my life.
Get out of my future.
Get off my friends list.
Get off my fucking news feed.
Get away from my children.
Don't leave your fucking house again,
And turn off your fucking internet.
You are of no goddamn use to society, you soulless ingrates.
I'm done trying to educate.
I will no longer placate
The willfully ignorant
MaStErS, called the White Race.
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because it's not a fucking
role I play. I am me.
All day, every day.
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And then, we find ourselves face and elbow deep in stranger's thighs,
Cultivating means that perpetuate lies and sever ties.
All in the endless chasing of unreachable highs, we clamber to grasp onto anything, ripping through tornadic skies.
Addiction is the pillar of disguise... You see us smile but all the while, we're all just wishing to die.
It must've looked like, we were desperately grasping for the last drop of water, the last lowly chug of stale air... Yet, we kept each other's minds busy; bare from non-negotiable unfairness.... Empty, Utterly lonesome, temptations to end all this... And, join those we miss in eternity's pearly slumber.
You burn with desire, Babe... And you're the spark that ignited my dumpster fire.
Child Stars fill Gucci body bags, and the idea gnaws, it nags...
I might die alone,
But I won't die lonely.
I grabbed a . 357 on my short marathon up to heaven...
Take my hand Babe, time to go, and don't forget to lock that fucking door.
It's time to follow me. You see, GodDAMNIT we're leaving. Didn't you know? Now, Close your eyes, and let me lead. I know I'll bleed, un-planting these sinu-deep seeds but I'll dig and dig, until a new sprig of me is all anybody can fucking see.
Storming the front of drug hazed lines,
lives balance on claymore mines but We're trapped in this goddamn hive.
I'm on the brink of extinction...
Where the escape clears, there's 21 stairs...
Railings held by loose screws, sloppily stand at attention, as each step sounds off like, A 21 gun salute to my self, on my way down for another drink, I slosh deeper into my own fucking hell.
Nearing rock bottom, I stumble and stall on stair 6... Half limp body held upright by a paint chipped wall... I think...
If ignorance is bliss, you're all swimming with your eyes closed, in it's endless, black abyss.
They say only the good die young. Unfortunately for me, that probably means I'll live forever... It'll just be me, and the goddamn cockroaches.
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A concept, who's meaning I'd failed to firmly grasp, as I couldn't UNTIL...
In comes you. Storming through my inflexibly locked gates of loathsome query, a juggernaut riding a hurricane of fire. Disguised as a whimsical chlurichaun, who goes fathoms deeper than most wrongfully assume. An ethereal beacon, the size of a forest fire, an obfuscated reflection of myself in the mirror, I saw YOU. Your Earth-shaking energy screamed at me that you'd be more momentous than a simple passerby.
However, I hadn't yet recognized how fatefully pivotal walking into that basement would be. To all else, a simple curiosity of where he had gone, and as he reappeared, a harrowing buzz... And I sat, oblivious in the early wakes of the mystery I had fallen upon. Nearly instant, your lighthouse blazed life back into my eyes, and breath back into my lungs, as you spoke my language, that so few understand; we speak in phrases, where so few minds go unmanned and, to dark depths, where most imaginations will never place an inviting hand. While you tickled my senses, I quietly began taking down fences.
I had dreamt our words before they'd been spoken. Some may claim this insane, even broken... But it was you, who unbound my voiceless curse. Indeed, my Agent of Fortune.
In no way, merely a happenstance traveler, you swiftly began deterring me from being my own deathly cancer. Unappreciated, inner beauty the likes of yours, so often goes unperceived, as so few are as fortuitus as I, to experience such a wondrous encounter. All facets of Comedy and Tragedy, in one human being.
You drew back the curtains to reveal the windows of possibility. You removed the shroud of emotional numbness, and opened depression's caution-taped doors. Perhaps, even taught some lessons in self-worth and humility.
Beings, such as yourself, always seem to manifest for us whom require the help. At times, so starkly opportune with guns drawn, blades wielded, unafraid to use painstaking measures to disembowel our darkest secrets and fears. Mental weapons, holstered and fully loaded.
For those of us living fractured lives, having to fabricate fractured lies to hide behind, that aid in the masking from ourselves, the truth about our own self-inflicted demise. We willfully stave off healing because healing requires feeling. Healing, in it's all but glorious reality, is a gradually increasing invisible spectrum of numbness. Always lingering, the pain. Never vanishing completely. However, we cannot even begin to allow our pain to break away, without ever acknowledging it's existence. For few of us, a driving force... An energy that is unmatched in talent and might, to help replenish all that we've lost. To help guide us through losses great costs.
IF we are FORTUNATE enough to encounter another's understanding, self-sacrificing, and teaching energy in this manner, we musn't bury our heads in the sand, to neglect such a marvelously confounding, helping hand. We've already paid the piper, so do not make the mistake of letting them slip idly by. Even if it seems they will not be a lengthy mainstay, or permanent fixture, we must recognize, acknowledge and APPRECIATE such a pillar of strength when it decides to instinctively place itself on our dimly lit, off-beaten paths.
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Hooker throws her birth control in the garbage...
Gives birth to garbage, instead.
Garbage is raised then, by an angry man. Angry because nobody ever asked him if he wanted to be a dad.
Garbage never sleeps at night, for fear of what Hooker's Strangers will do to her, in her bed.
Garbage is always hungry but the only one around here to ever get fed, is the slot machines... Especially the Jackpot Spin, between Hooker's legs.
Garbage feels less worthy than the stains on her mattress, constantly wondering why they're always mad and nobody loves us.
Everyone says to Garbage, it's all in her head... But really, Garbage longs be dead, instead.
40 years weathered, she is still the silent cries of the child in her head.
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Sacrificing diplomacy while rich lies swell, and neighborhoods become pale-faced, English-speaking cartels...
And, bright lights flicker... Shake in the rumble of poor people's panic, while our country's elected Moms and Dads unintelligibly bicker.
Did that make you angry?
Don't you see the irony?
Seedy shadows of underground revenue... Panic is the gold sluice. The globe's entire populace laughs; watching, as we predictively perform for minimum wages in the world's most admired venue... They point and laugh- because we continuously shit on our own stages... Here we are again Murica, in last place.
Face masks are the new, emotionally daunting tasks.
Inner-city Mass Graves are our Generation's Nuclear Wastelands.
Distracted by Preprogrammed News, putting stiff bodies on 5G blast.
Soap-blistered hands scour barren shelves, and I wonder if humans will ever be able to stop themselves...
All I can see are the weepy, confused scorns on grieving children's faces, as they question- who will take our parent's places?
Humanity ferments, rots, erases entire places because it always forgets that...
Truth- is a residence.
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It's the ride-
That's what's costs us.
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The sky, it's patchwork of clouds as the sun is setting, just before the stars are opening their brilliant eyes to us... An aesthetic beauty I could never hope to see in myself. So, I shall marvel at, revel in, and live vicariously through it's perfectly painted portrait. I will dance to the silent music the universe provides to us. So know, when you see me swaying to sounds that you cannot hear, understand that I am taking in every breathtaking moment of my unknown amount of time left, in this momentary, visceral experience.
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Have you loved Broken?
Befriended, hugged, or even stood up for the lightly-spoken?
Maybe, just shaken her slightly trembling hand, and felt the tattered energy, of Broken's bad fortune?
Curiously soft-spoken, that beautifully smiling Broken.
At first, you won't notice just how broken, Broken is. Slowly changing from an intriguing puzzle, to a maddeningly, unpassable quiz.
She hoards the demons to herself, inside her hidden closet's dark. And, because you're lost in her entrancing act, you'll only see her jubilant spark.
Broken emanates happiness, blares confidence, and permeates someday-success...
But Broken hides, and burys within herself, depression's crippling duress.
At a table for one, in a dingy, yellow-lit corner, she glances up... familiarity quickly, fades, and she feels like a homesick foreigner.
A momentary grin flashes across her face, while reminiscing of first visits to self-harm's inviting gates.
Just as fast, the grin is gone when, in a moment of clarity, she realizes... She should be terrifed of herself, and her plan that awaits.
Bulbs flicker with anxiety... All her hope's gone missing. Seeing nothing left of propriety, it's death's lips she longs to be kissing.
To bury her lifeless guise, she gets further lost in half-shots of stale, warm whiskey.
Nervously chain smoking, sitting in a heavy cloud, she stares into the void, and daydreams of better things... Her still but passive eyes are stinging, swollen, red, and misty.
Broken feels alone, even when crowded by loved ones. No help came, when she screamed in smoke signals.
So, in a bitter stalemate with fate... to depression, Broken ultimately succumbs.
A note left on the counter, reads how Broken's self esteem had struggled, and ultimately floundered.
In losing track of all space and time, to be awake, is not to be awoken...
She had silently spoken up for herself, but always gone unnoticed...
And that's when they came to realize that, like darkly somber lyrics being drowned by happy notes in a song, she wasn't happy... but Broken, all along.
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In one momentary, artistically catered glance, I'd recognized immediately, The Reaper's final dance. You see... It was tailored so delicately, and characteristically, just for me.... Like warm blankets on the operating table as the drugs come rushing, comforting, and your veins deeply inhale. 10... 9... 8...
A Motionlessly drifting twirl. His beautifully macabre, predator-black eyes would shimmer, waft and swirl. Sweeping me off my cold, blood stained feet...
He Gingerly unties the tags, so indisposed, from my teal-painted, lifeless toes. Reassuringly clutching my hand within his, up I float, out of this mortal decete. The greatest reward, for this torturous test of life, I'd finally beat... I transcend to the pastel water-colored fields of my next energy realm, draped in that warm, whimsical, feathery whirl, and my best friend Death, at the helm.
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A wildflower blooming into it's own consciousness, she stirs in piercing silence.
Motionless... The only flux in the room, is the screaming of the heart within her chest, deafeningly shrill. Dawn breaks and brandishes judgemental warmth, peeking over an icy window sill...
In a slow, eye-rolling blink, she wonders; can she get any higher, without dying?? Please, do not make the mistake, to accuse her of never trying.
Mocked by the rising of every moon, and every sun, she quietly understands... We are all dying.
Invisible torture, torment, in shades of thunderous skies, pull through teary-eyed red blotches on her cheeks, and purple shrouds of exhaustion under her eyes.
Swollen mind, with equal measures of fleeting happiness, and all-consuming dark... Her memory is it's own pestilent clot, as locusts swarm her with forgotten sounds of her own laughter, and dangerous thoughts... She is anything but blind.
A tiny flash of smokey red, she draws another long, heavy breath of cigarette. Making the window seductively sad, as she presses her face against it.
Her mind raises the ocean, where she wades in melancholic smile, barren of any further fight, and lusts for timeless and eternal swim, under the cover of the endlessly, secret-keeping night.
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Despair heavily walks on barren feet. Impassively shuffling, emulating scoffed, slouchy beats.
Entranced by it's forsaken beauty, Despair persues dreary, leaf-covered paths. Desolate... Endlessly serenading deaths delicate dance. She piroettes, with the shadow of her ghost's silhouette.
In the encompassing light of Venus, she laments her ill fate, and illicits dissuasion from the stars about their unforgiving, eternal need for her omnipresence.
Despair loathes the vague, and penetrating entrapment of clutter. She cleverly harbors skeleton-crowded closets in her endlessly jogging mind. She incessantly tiptoes around her own, anguished, painfully silent stutter.
Despair yearns to blaster the malady through gaping caverns in her head... Reborn of new reason, instead... Empty books, now. Blank pages, stale ages... In a living shell of overflowing nooks.
Hodgepodged arenas of bellowing body bags, whom subsist only of poignantly emotional sag.
Cloaked in hues of daybreak-pink, silently navigating aisles of morning bazaars, she mourns the night, and it's gift of stars.
Despair takes ten, shiftily-gaited paces, and turns to brave hollow spaces, and empty faces...
Despair's consciousness is a vast, silence-piercing wasteland. In dull moments, she is her own, down trodden, worthy opponent. Silence and still, does the darkness never fail to fulfill.
Conceived in gluttonous contempt, and forever suspended in her own, everlastingly flooded basement, a whelp who's spent... An eternity's scream, crying, and craving for help... Despair ashamedly yelped...
Despair desperately clutches a dull, rusty blade, and coerces it into an intimate conversation in the cool, inviting shade... Her pulse squirms, as images pass through her mind, of her body, engulfed, and ravaged by worms.
Despair's peace has been made. At long last, beautifully stagnant rest, in that wistful deal made.
©vondutchess -
vondutchess
47w
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Interminably serenading myself, in a duet with your thickening silence.
A desperate slow dance for one, romancing the imaginary sounds of your lustless breath in my ear.
Coffee for lonesome, escorting myself to a solo date, blindly pursuing emotional warmth in the sun's scorching rays. Gazing indifferently into my own devoid eyes, diving into my own ill-lighted depths that haunt me through the mirror's distorted impersonation of my reflection.
Solidarity with myself, teamwork for none, half of nothing is unprofitable wealth.
In a cognizant departure, I slosh through conventional, accorded motions of life's illusory catalog of superficially endless fun.
With a vacant embrace, I caress the sorrow from my own shoulder... A grievous attempt to console my own defeated soul.
After all, what is bolder than a lone-marching soldier?
A toothbrush frayed with depression, rests in a cup by itself... Accompanied by dusty buildup residing in empty shelves, are casualties of anxiety's costly fallout.
Glasses lie peacefully next to themselves, lifeless on the bathroom counter... Disenheartenly focused on a two week old, besoiled towel, who's subsequent time hangs in the balance.
A morosely distinguished meal for the loud-minded, Alone Ranger, keeper of nuclear powered dinners.
I ask myself on repeat, am I individual? Indivisible? INVISIBLE?
Peerless, and without equal? Exclusive?... Or ignorantly reclusive?
Heated arguments with my unresponsive inner monologues are unrivaled, with the stark realization that I am my own Arch nemesis.
Self worth stares at my feet, as it swiftly marches away from me in silent protest.
The sex is unparalleled. A blanketed, quiet, private riot.
Personal space knows no boundaries. No fence reaches far enough, as I cannot shroud myself in enough darkness, to hide from... ME.
Distinct in my unwitting isolation, I casually meander to a dining table chair, with one curiously resilient tear in my eye... I vehemently challenge my body's reflex to explode into inexorable weeping.
My repugnant fandom obnoxiously reflects back at me, the animosity of a distantly cold woman, with pale grey skin. Standing motionless, on all accounts naked, wholly detached, mentally examining the phantom bruises left behind by her once exuberant pipe dreams. From depths to surface, she feels them lying in wait beneath the guise of existence.
Sullen memories present only in headstone-esque, foul tasting time capsules... Laborious at the swallow...
Faint reminiscence of warmer, pastel colored twilights that reluctantly, yet without fail, continually remind our scars that they are with beauty, story tellers, and the fantastic notion that new light can shine, and hope is not of repetitively toxic nightmares.
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vondutchess
47w
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Hell is so wretchedly dull. Please however, I implore you, raise yours... But do not forget, I've submised to it... Scorned and adorned. Baptized in the depths of blood pools wept. That beating heart in your hand... The one you tore so apathetically from my chest, has left my beast thirsting, and recklessly bored.
I grapple with lust for humanity's demise. It's last, hopeless gasp. It's defeat, sounded out in regretful cries. With crossed arms, and smoldering chuckles I watch, I revel in, it's falling prey to its own ignorantly foul sin... It's own catastrophic designs.
In all the days that came and went... Teetering on memories, so gingerly stacked. A gnawing, mouth-foaming reminder, of all the desired qualities I so incontestably lack, shall never fade into my sea of blackest black, to unjustly wither and ferment.
A Mysteriously painful game of witts, to which my mind has chosen to unreservedly commit...
For words of praise, I wish upon The Morning Star, and through a firey blaze of red and eyes of obsidian, he stares beyond, beneath my remains. Speaks nothing, and spits.
©vondutchess