Accomadate Me

Here we go making more poetry. This is a poem we made together. It's a little longer then expected, but that's what happens when we write! We have a wavelength and yeah, we just can't stop writing. Ya

Decrepid moments fled in the sincerity of yesterdays trialed fare.

The fearless powers embedded in life's trembling eyelashes whimpering.

Loudly.

Pathetically.

Scattering my trails inside only blood filled throats. A drowning smile and toothless arm. Your hand isn't inside the walls and the light won't come on. Screaming is of the essence when mentions of love fall from the page.

Wanting only a simple word.

Not ones of steel I form in attempts to sincerely speak things never possible.

Towns are sinking inside the ridges of your fingertips and the song isn't worth spiraling into the new chapter.

Tied with knots of overused deaying walks in just one note. One that speaks what you never wanted to hear.

There's a knowledge in not living.

But a sincerity in screaming.

In drawing my knife. Heart beaten to a pulp. It coughs out blood to hold on to life.

Love drunk so many.

Love so false.

My eyes glazed over at the years of abuse. Stains dried over my body.

Sadly not all from me.

Scars multiple and filled over the battles of my journey.

The brain stabbed with harsh failures.

And the soul lost but needs to be found.

You mistake my tears for blood.

Silhouetted inside an eye. The horror of this hollow body. Scavenged and old. Tired and lonely.

SOmething about the love of your mouth I despise.

Where once my mind sat wholly inside tremoring variables.

My mellowed wrinkles somehow only sardonic in this threefold traveling center.

My words aren't winsome as were your hearts own flittering bats.

But your eyes were like EKG's. Ones keeping track of hearts, disasterously fallen off a ledge years ago. Where an abandoned home is a strapped memory of where our two fingers met.

So the book closes and days walk into another room.

Into another day.

Like the routine of scarring, of tearing, of beating my last strand of humanity.

Of insanity.

We find ways to peer in overrated crimpled meanings.

Don't touch the trail I left.

Rooms start to fall like elevated splendors.

Ones of seventy-eight yes's and 1 no to the death of your heart.

Your own.

As a whole miracle of melted drastic changes. Filling and falling and stinting. We were accomplished in hate.

The screams trapped in my emotionless mind.

Stuck in between ghostly memories and psychopathic tendencies. Hungry for desire of otheres. Full of the world's toxic clouds.

You sit there perched alone.

Undistrubed by my touch.

I refuse to fight back, fight for the urge I long for.

Now wait for me there.

Ill rewind the damage.

I'll crush the voice of our insanity.

But sadly, I'm not long for this dreaded existance.

It's all winding down.

Somehow my soul was connected to a pin drop.

An ink stain of scavenged cubicle shaped masterminds.

The hole in the wall was once a big enough place to hide love.

But then the sky wasn't large enough for hate.

Exploding inside impregnable boxes of loveless morning filled traumas.

I felt your existence before I knew you existed.

But taken by the hand.

The trails of torn paper drug me to your demise, not mine, yours.

Our skillful voices vary in the light of nothing. Where the stench of worn and tossed bodies is life.

Love.

Meaning.

Tearing back around to another trap.

There's time. But there's not.

A conflict of ages of time of darkness. The purple it shines. While your plastered face decapitates its only victim. Running for the smell of fear. A fear of nothing.

The windows were all washed when soot was a fair way of speaking.

But the death is lying, lying there, to hold my body.

Alone.

Living in a mirrored world of disproportion. Twisted and turned in a messed love story.

It claims my life.

Foresaken I exist with no content.

Some things are best unsaid.

Struck down a deserted road, barren from explodes of the past.

I'm loosing the grips I have.

Everything slowly sliping into destruction.

Run.

You should have ran away in the start. To get away from the mess thats me.

My life is jaded from a wonderland of insanity.

It will all melt away with three unspoken words.

Repetitious in minds and colored by carpet stains of blood drips and sandpaper.

The sliding capsules find a way to express more love then this heart once spoken of as gold. As life itself.

The words don't come today, yesterday, tomorrow not ever.

Forever is real, not ever is wrong.

My burned veil was for your eyes to connect. Catch a beat inside for a small life expectancy.

Music doesn't help when death succumbs my bodies counterpart.

A crime of life to commit inside a love of trialed imploring.

My mind is closing and shutting down with the knuckles worn across this core.

One of insincerity and justice.

Just a silent completion for 4 letter words when 6 won't come out to play.

I'm a horror love, and so is my life.

A snare to living and a snare to the unliving. We're peaceful, but in only stringed tomorrows.

Tied up in thorns.

Sharp to their teeth.

Buried in my sides.

Drowning in self made sorrow. Burned by fears and shortcomings.

My life is on a wild journey, unable to be controlled.

It crashes about looking for direction.

The existence of my soul is looking for a home.

Wont you ease the pain and look to hold on?

I try to grip the hand of light.

Holding on for dear life.

Wanting, waiting, for a stable mindset.

Roman epic of disasterous issues, chilled by the fact of a healing force

The desperation of another fretted fabrication exonerated possibility of nothing.

Where the hope and betrayel sits deep.

Like a sky to a stop sign.

Like a flower to the fire.

My heart becomes as dust to the staircase.

Drown me in fatal marks.

There is not home.

Not even inside.

Your words were a promise.

My heart was just another susceptible seat.

Falling, old, dusty Unprepared.

Watch the ground as the sky turns.

Jointed knees, abnormally attached variables.

Near death falls of hopeless existencies.

Light isn't strong enough.

Hope has become another spoken word.

Life.

Love.

Debate.

All Furrowed.

Silky skies gravel inside those eyes. I gravel in those eyes.

Your heart is faulty.

Merciless.

Stabbing everytime I begged.

Drowning my bleeding knees.

Ones once conquered in a conquest for lifeless transperencises.

Staring at a popcorned ceiling mapped out by cracks.

And the hole where my heart fell through.

Swallowed by beastily ravaged mouths.

Teeth of black scraps.

A time of insensible sincerities.

Less meant for here, meant more for the horror music.

Feel it in my bones as it rushes in.

THis war of fabled fairness.

One inside the handles broken.

From the chipped inside of lashed eyelids.

Change of a fallen human breath.

People look for a hero and I want to fulfill that job.

Save the day and get the one who needs to be saved.

Instead of the villian who cruises the world and wants to kill the good in people.

Instead of the goat who gets blame for the problems of a whole.

I may not be best for the world but I get the job done.

I fight tooth and nail to get into a king like position over the lands.

I look in the mirror and see those eyes.

Barely my own. Barely holding on.

And ill i can do is picture you there.

Looking into them.

Without a care in the world.

A grand tour of your heart was a torn spite.

One of yours and mine against broken scales.

Weighing opprotunities of fatalistic seams.

Our skills were in dying.

And perhaps killing.

Feel my bones inside your mind.

My lips over the beer scented microphone.

Scream my skies into mouths of beaten tounges.

Liquified with emotions.

I touch.

It dies.

I sing, it crawls.

I scrub, the threads passively aggress.

My hands reached, yours depressed.

Deflated.

Deformed.

Your airless soul I held.

Like a defining moment of love.

To live to save

. I saved, until I touched.

An ascension to a place, a place of no color.

For your life is faltered into non-aired scarceness.

Falling through my fingers like sand your hands did.

As each piece screamed for life, and I died in saving.

In losing.

In winning.

I wish I could prevent the oncoming storm inside your mind.

I have for a year kept mine at bay.

I fight for you everyday, at least just to make you smile.

I crawl out of my dark hiding spot.

A spot I wanted to lay there forever till the day the last breath escaped my mouth.

I crawled out for you.

Launched into a endless turmoil in a fight I dont know if it's right to win.

I want what others have, but you are unless others. So it shows how much I must endure to make rights in the world.

 

Where rights are inexistently bashed. And nights so endless, doubts are only left. Fear this soul, run from the terrors inflicted inside pages of black upon black. Burn pages of thoughtful ink, to reverse the past damage of a horrid world. And let it die. Only to live again with another, who can restore the balance inside. SO we'll sit, like eager students to a game, one of kill and don't be killed. Waiting for a sign to know its right. But questioning the imagined wrongs. Defending the past, to justify a questionable future. One of torn and knifed grins, sewn together with a lie. A crooked smile only broken by a holy kiss. Trade me my place, in a feeble existence, where falling to my knes with each stance is my ending, but not the ending. As I once gently picked you up blurring the line in the sand. So we've faded like the ending of a movie, into a tired tomorrow, it's over now love, all over, ending with the death words to us. A death so sweet, that we can only end it together.

Author's Note

THere may be grammar problems but it was so much to fix. Anyway we hope you really like it, and please tell us what you feel while reading it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"A death so sweet, that we can only end it together."
You are a storyteller. The poem took me om a emotional journey and I like the flow of thoughts and emotion. Poem got stronger with each additional line and I like the ending a lot. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Octob3r Star]

I feel like an acorn floating through the oceans. It's weird but in truth, like I'm almost disguised from the attack of hovering vultures. I see/feel many different aspects of myself while reading through your work. Which is why the majority of folks read I spose. Either way, an amazing piece. Thanks for the write. Cheers :)

[EternityWolf101]

This took me on a trip that made me... well... it was a very strange trip. I love how the poem made me think more than usual on many different subjects and then would lead to something I never expected. This is very good.

[Lyfelucke]

I really like this. The length adds to how the effect. After all, the Raven was lengthy. Remember that.

[Captain]

Beautiful poetic language, but VERY long. This could easily be broken up into maybe 3 or more separate pieces.
'Captain

[Queen of Sin]

"Scattering my trails inside only blood filled throats. A drowning smile and toothless arm. Your hand isn't inside the walls and the light won't come on. Screaming is of the essence when mentions of love fall from the page." wow really nice :)

[Mikayla Rasmussen]

i completely agree with coyote poetry

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

this poem is very long!...but i this is good..the you can feel the emotions bursting in this poem..good job!

[Dark Poetry]

A beautifully complex poem and I love it.

[Poppie Mira]

Too long, but i really enjoyed it!