Choking Titles

Show Business

There is no grand gesture, no lines to be read

Your spotlights are aimed just right

And I can see the reflect of your reaction

Retracting from your rapture.

Ha! You said you couldn’t read lips

Never pinned you for a liar, love

But again, you’d never pin me for a fool.

I promised to miss and forget your last sentence

As long as you could forgive my sins.

How do we decide who wins?

Could we pass the time striking lights at your nervous banter

And asking for loose cigarettes and warm beer?

There is no whiskey blues, no sad love song

No droning pitch.

No grand gesture towards the glamor

Of the joyless starlet.

xclumsyxheartx:

nightskygoddess:

I laughed so hard at this! ;0)

The lizard is just like “…what?”

xclumsyxheartx:

nightskygoddess:

I laughed so hard at this! ;0)

The lizard is just like “…what?”

(via marymagdalen)

Loud & Clear

Those are not your bones

And the moon gestures to the horseman

Who rides again

Tonight, Tonight he rides

Reaped your regret, collecting debt

Your horror is your own,

All joy is lost on you, my friend

Cause tonight

The white horseman rides again.

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Drank the dusty bottles

You were saving for celebration

Oh, baby

You could have been a king

So now I drink

Toasting to the failure

We’ve turned into art

In honor of your god awful

Talent of fucking shit up.

But You Remain Ageless

Have you ever cried because it’s all so beautiful?

Everything.

From the sorrow you once had to the smiles you’ll always have.

From the confusion to the knowledge.

From nostalgia to the presence of everything, everyone.

Have you ever cried because the beauty has overwhelmed you?

You’re speechless and full.

You’re timeless and now.

You’re careless and hopeful.

You just are.

Always

There’s always an answer

But we aren’t satisfied

There will never be new.

Dreams repeat.

Skies collapse.

You can brush the dirt

from your bruised knees

but your heart

will always be too heavy.

 - Nine Lives

Nine Lives

About abortion. Vulgar and not for the sensitive type. A mix and poem done by me!

Nine Lives

I picture this as a punk/grunge/ or spoken word/slam. I need to find a guitarist! 

Nine lives like a cat

Claws out; attack

Hiss. Hiss.

Bloody embryonic kiss

Gutless; Faceless

Scrape. Scrape.

My baby’s veins are black

My baby’s lips are dry

My baby finally died.

Shakes his dick at the feminist

She says ‘my baby met his fate’

My baby’s veins are black

My baby’s face is cracked

I shake my tits at the misogynist

He says ‘My baby is misplaced’

I want my baby. Who took my baby?

She shakes the blood from her thighs

She says ‘my baby finally died’

My womb is poisoned

My womb is liberated.

Murder. Murder.

They ignore the quarter sized clots

bits of hope; Pieces of hearts

The whore says ‘you could never be me’

His shame is silent.

My baby climbed my leg

My baby was stomped again

My baby finally died.

Nine lives like a cat.

My baby will come back

Attack. Attack.

The Doctor KNOWS.

(Source: mareluna3001, via wanderingpandas)

“Ask for work. If they don’t give you work, ask for bread. If they do not give you work or bread, then take bread.”

—   Emma Goldman, Anarchism and Other Essays (via anarcho-queer)

(via )

thelieinliza:

ineffableshe:

Fuck yeah Baltimore. Seen on Charles street just south of Lanvale (Taken with Instagram)

brilliant

thelieinliza:

ineffableshe:

Fuck yeah Baltimore. Seen on Charles street just south of Lanvale (Taken with Instagram)

brilliant

(Source: ineffable-she, via anarcho-queer)