Hello again, my lovely dear
Tell me, did you miss me?
Of course you didn't, I know, I know
But I came back anyway.
Why do you frown, my dear?
Rejoice, be happy about the company
After all, I'm all you have left
In the end, in your darkest hours.
You even invited, summoned me
Each time you smile only outside
And internally, you scream in silence
But I, my dear, can hear you still
Heading your call, I come to you
Knowing you hate my presence
I'm the loyal dog wagging its tail
Licking the hand that hits it.
My dear, don't pretend it's untrue
for so long you're fighting
Can't you see you're stuck with me
I belong to you, I'm part of you.
Lik
This is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for
I see a beginning and an end
clasped within the lines of your palms, echoing
in the ripples of your irises;
I remember the apricot april morning
stumbling over your outstretched legs
in the park which I had never seen as
anything more than a cut-through, but
my life changed course and the park
became a destination and I still don’t know
when I noticed that I was waking up
twenty minutes earlier just to
talk to you before work, just to hear
your lilting voice flow through my ears and
fill my mouth with ideas;
And I remember the dew drops kissing my feet
when you convinced me that it was practically illegal
to wear shoes in june
Come on down
And you will see
A world of utter
Catastrophe
All light fades
And darkness rises
All good thoughts
Meet their demises
A world of chaos
Where monsters roam
The place that nightmares
Call their home
Demons scream
And ogres groan
Enough to turn
Your heart to stone
Monsters rule
And walk about
Each step you takes
Fills you with doubt
No place to hide
No place to run
No warmth, no light
No stars, no sun
So welcome to
This dark abyss
Where death greets you
With a kiss
Enjoy your stay
You won't be leaving
Can you hear
Your parents grieving?
You can try to run
But you're to late
You should just
Accept your fate
No matter wh
rhythm
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The rhythm's the same
It never changes
But as he dances
he always changes
with the synths
with violins
The drums beat fast
The drums beat deep
He cries
He laughs
He sings a song
and lies to self and all
And finally he lies
Down and dies
But the flashing lights were fun
The sounds and sights were beautiful
It was worth it.
And so was I.
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
Selfish, you whisper,
the word hissing from the crevices of your
slightly yellowed teeth.
I don’t understand.
So selfish. I think you’re repeating
because you have nothing else to say.
Please explain.
The most selfish I have
ever met.
You’re wrong. For I am not the one
that owns the mirror.
Always thinking of yourself.
I disagree. I think about you, too.
Had everyone fooled.
Nobody sees me; only you. Why are you
yelling at me?
Do you realize what you’ve done?
I realize you’re angry at me. And I’ve no idea why.
They saw you! Hands rise to twist desperately
with tangled hair. They all saw you!
N
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Pity them.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Pity them.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark ro