The air is cut with cyanide

I’m sick of people who don’t listen

And I’m fucking sick of oxygen

Give us this day our daily bread

The land of freedom has been forced

And fixed in your head

Carcinogens are American

I smoke a forest of crackling trees

Trees that wish they could talk

Whispering warnings across the breeze

And still undead

 

I think you have a lot of thought happening all at once.

I think it needs something to pull it all together.

 

you are so right lol.. ive been stressed lately, and smoking a lot.

 

Immature and lacking physical talent
Why hide from love?
“You’re just saying that”
But
“Do you want to be my everything?”
Contradict yourself
And
Fuck yea I do

 

Notoriously swinging
And somehow you become caught
Between my teeth
Each time you see my tongue
Mouth wide open
I am a trampoline and you are a child
Bouncing each day
Tirelessly

 

West ablaze
They fall harder than the others
I see the orange waves
Flickering sharply in your eyes
A blunt shadow on your face
And the hunger
Something fierce
Walking on your hands
Watching in disgust
Pacing is a Bengal
Waiting for the moment
To end my life
I know it

 

Witnessing beginnings
Coming from endings
Grimly
Why does death bow before me?
Self-Actualization means nothing
Impossibility is no factor in the game I play
Winning
She says, “Tonight will be the night.”
Bowing before me I witness her die
I have done it before
I will do it again
Not disappearance
Nor the end of life
Metaphysical
“The last thing you will realize, my son.”
I do not pity you
This is for me
“What you need is what you’ve already got.”

 

I like them all, good job on releasing. Cosmonaut and The Air Is Cut With Cyanide stuck out most to me.

 

=] thank you. i wrote all of these back to back on an angry day.

 

This stuff is great. "Forest Fire" rules.

 

I like the first one. It took me a couple of reads. In fact, I've read it every day since you posted. The anger is very apparent

But 'Forest Fire' is the one. It's so blunt. I really enjoyed it.

I smoke a forest of crackling trees
Trees that wish they could talk
Whispering warnings across the breeze


This part really got me. I will be calling back here again.
Peace,
A.

 

thanks both of you. =] -hope you come back. bless you

 

Air to breathe
Rivers to bridge
In hearts that love falsely
Intending to live
When collisions occur
Antagonists and heroes
Never give
High Low High
High High Low
Low Mid High
Sounds right at the moment and
Leads a perfect life
Cautiously forgetting all the bidding sworn
Calmly gazing at an amazing storm
Changing to learn to move onward
Learning in order to know
Few come and never go

 

I hold true to myself that no matter what happens
I will always be fascinated by the lewd schoolyard bully bunch
They magnify prowess stupidly
Receiving naïve young beauties
While we watch wisdom unmatched
Skeptic, playing teatherball together
Unknowingly we push further than they
Willing to defy and redeem our jealousy
Sometimes our own moves across the border
One day they will run backward
Begging for our acceptance
Fools fall while we, being wise,
Forgive.

 

Am I wasting my time?
You are a fool. You hide.
You’re set on matter over mind
And I can only help you to help yourself


You are starving yourself
And I can’t always be there to force it down your throat.
Do I have to scream in your face?
Restrain your body with chains?

I can’t do this alone
You laugh silently on the phone
How do I know
You’re not just being sarcastic?

You are a winner at this game
I assure you however, I am a contender
And I can keep the beast tame

I am not a slave
I will not stand for this much longer
Open your eyes and see that I am human
I can make you stronger
I won’t let your habits defeat me

You’re the type of person
That would sit on a stranger’s lap
In my presence
Just to make me jealous
To see if I’m your lapdog
I am not and will do the same to you
Repeating your actions


You are pretty and no one will say you are not
So why do you starve yourself
As if you want to die?

You prop against the bathroom doorframe
"Mirror, Mirror, On the wall"
Thoughts running through your head faster than you can comprehend
Like it's where you want to be

 

and red, i love your feedback. that is the best feedback i have recieved, and your posting of that part of "The Air is Cut with Cyanide" really made me athink about my own poetry, and i do love that part a lot. i also love "and still undead" -i have read your poetry and would like to know, where are you and what are you doing? from what i have read it sounds every humanitarian and fulfilling.

 

I'm in Thailand, a volunteer teacher at a rural school. I;ve been here for 18 months and will probably be here for another year or so.

Peace,
A.

 

I imagine you as not a father, or mother, son, or even the undelivered sister.
Only possibility,
A deadly gaseous poison, unseen, unscented, and unfelt.
Going all in on creation without checking your cards,
Blindly playing your hand
Watching worlds unfold without gates to keep or shun
Knowing the secret of death is that once our vessel is gone
We just won’t care.

 

Love is a four letter lie
And it’s twinging me between the eyes
There are some nights when I can’t fall asleep
And don’t want to wake up alive
Love is a four letter wonder
Your drowning me
Pulling me under
Blacker than blue because I’m so deep
Farther than any man will plunder
You are a letter I carry at all times
Folded up and pressed against the crevices of
My hollow chest
Where I used to keep
My heart

 

Is life not loved for it’s simple pleasures?
I am a revolutionist born in a time period of followers
I want blood
I want to stab with a sheathed sword
Without fear of isolation in a pitch black cell
I want to fight to the death, and win.
I want to let out all the aggression I’ve been holding back
Since I started making my own rules
I want to assassinate political figures,
Slur the lines of reality
Take a life, Save a life,
And end useless heartache
I am the son of a bloodthirsty taking line
Jumping rooftop to rooftop
To hone in on a silent kill
Mercifully I wait in agony
To rest