Ahead of the Pack by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
Ahead of the Pack
My life's a maze of dark paths and blue walls
with faux exits that find me back once more
the shiny clang of repeated coin falls
fed from the hand of he who keeps the score
As I traverse the winding catacomb
picking up the pieces that guide my way
I am haunted by the spirits of home
from which I can not stop running away
Should the ghosts of my yesterdays find me
I will turn 'round and devour me whole
when turned around their tastes still remind me
of the contents of an eight bit fruit bowl
Two-hundred-and-fifty-six relapses
when cycles break and the maze collapses
The stage lights hum with an ominous glow,
she sits alone, centered in the front row;
then the house lights explode letting me know
it's about time to get on with the show.
Curtains pull back on the opening scene,
an image that borders on the obscene;
me hanging from thin wisps of silver sheen
that bleed quickly into a thick smoke-screen.
When the cloud clears she is once more alone
and her look of terror mirrors my own;
and I realize my cover is blown
but it's the only trick I've ever known.
I'm saddened that I won't see her react
to this ultimate disappearing act.
a funeral or a wedding by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
a funeral or a wedding
I saw a devil today
she wore
a short dress
stitched from the abyss
a long jacket
adorned with hellfire
and stilettos
forged from brimstone
her shadow eyes
begged
come hither
her upturned lips
cried
I dare you
and the names of the damned
bled
from her flesh
—
I saw an angel today
she wore
a sun dress
of clouds and gladioli
a wispy halo
of braided silver twine
and a shroud
of divinity
her diamond eyes
danced
with summer sunshine
her wistful smile
prayed
for earthly passion
and the names of the damned
wept
from her flesh
The Changing of Things by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
The Changing of Things
Her tempestuous heart burns fervently
which begins my own heart beating harder;
and the wind of my words stokes her gently
when I bask in her radiant ardour.
Her half-smile was tinged with wistful longing
when she swiftly stole away with my breath;
and I knew she too yearned for belonging
as she's the embodiment of hiraeth.
Heaviness beset her world-weary soul
at the loss of all she dared to hold dear;
and my empathy could swallow her whole
when her hopeful eyes are so tárvotur.
I would like to make one thing crystal clear;
these are my words but she's the poet here.
This pain will remain forever unheard
because my lips have been sealed and sewn shut;
I'll refrain from saying a single word
about exactly how deep I've been cut.
My dirge will remain forever unsung
because I choke when I swallow my pride;
and blood fills my mouth as I bite my tongue,
when I bottle all this hurt up inside;
The truth will remain forever subdued
beneath this mask that's concealing my face;
so no one will see just how much I brood
when I'm dreaming of escaping this place.
It's not that I want to keep things from you;
but, for some, self-loathing's viewed as taboo.
My heart, a heavy poured-concrete footpath,
ends abruptly where the darkness prevails;
worn down and weathered by natures sweet wrath,
crumbling where its integrity fails.
My soul, a gently winding woodland trail,
stays the course when my stoney heart gives way;
into, under, and throughout that dark veil
lest the lightness of hope leads me astray.
My thoughts, faint footprints on a sandy beach
abridging shroud of night and rising tide;
denote the scope of the moons lasting reach
illustrating a fate best left implied.
My words, a lithe breeze swathed in fallen leaves,
echo softly along this path I weave.
Smoke and Mirrors by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors
You are the tightness alight in my chest
as my lips caress your thin paper skin;
my heart is under cardiac arrest
and you burn so bright when I breath you in.
You were a spark, a soft glowing ember,
before charring the lining of my lungs;
your flavor is one I can't remember
even when you're on the tip of my tongue.
My addiction to you, sudden and brash,
had the cost of feeling forever broke;
you burn away filling my mouth with ash
disappearing into a plume of smoke.
I've never really known when to say when
so I will crave you again and again.
I want a love with a mind like fire
a real down to Earth, deep-thought inciter
who can burn my dark, heavy heart brighter
and turn it, perhaps, fifty shades lighter
I want a lover more like a spider
an aggressive natural born fighter
who severs my head with her incisors
when my web of lies is spun inside her
I want someone who wants me beside her
who, when pushed away, pulls me in tighter
I want her to want me to provide her
with all the love this world has denied her
and I want it to feel, when I find her,
like we met in a hadron collider
Their pulsar hearts are beating at light speed
at the sight of bodies so heavenly;
they're compelled by a primordial need
and their attraction defines gravity.
The interstellar medium foretold
of their journey across infinity;
and their cores, supernovae gone cold,
forever defy probability.
Their bodies impact as they dance the waltz
and they're circling so passionately;
their meeting is an accretion of faults
that have aligned, somehow, so perfectly.
When the dust settles in nebulous wombs;
it is never quite clear who consumed whom.
This song that forever plays in my head,
lyrics with which I have always agreed;
the one where McCartney and Lennon said
that love, it would seem, is all that you need.
So much more than just a trendy pop-song
or deeply seeded capitalist greed;
it's a lesson on what we're getting wrong
and it's advice I believe we should heed.
So dare I say that we all would do well
to adopt it as a personal creed;
for as near as I am able to tell
we are all in need of more love indeed.
The Beatles were right, when push comes to shove;
all this world needs is a little more love.
Ahead of the Pack by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
Ahead of the Pack
My life's a maze of dark paths and blue walls
with faux exits that find me back once more
the shiny clang of repeated coin falls
fed from the hand of he who keeps the score
As I traverse the winding catacomb
picking up the pieces that guide my way
I am haunted by the spirits of home
from which I can not stop running away
Should the ghosts of my yesterdays find me
I will turn 'round and devour me whole
when turned around their tastes still remind me
of the contents of an eight bit fruit bowl
Two-hundred-and-fifty-six relapses
when cycles break and the maze collapses
The stage lights hum with an ominous glow,
she sits alone, centered in the front row;
then the house lights explode letting me know
it's about time to get on with the show.
Curtains pull back on the opening scene,
an image that borders on the obscene;
me hanging from thin wisps of silver sheen
that bleed quickly into a thick smoke-screen.
When the cloud clears she is once more alone
and her look of terror mirrors my own;
and I realize my cover is blown
but it's the only trick I've ever known.
I'm saddened that I won't see her react
to this ultimate disappearing act.
a funeral or a wedding by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
a funeral or a wedding
I saw a devil today
she wore
a short dress
stitched from the abyss
a long jacket
adorned with hellfire
and stilettos
forged from brimstone
her shadow eyes
begged
come hither
her upturned lips
cried
I dare you
and the names of the damned
bled
from her flesh
—
I saw an angel today
she wore
a sun dress
of clouds and gladioli
a wispy halo
of braided silver twine
and a shroud
of divinity
her diamond eyes
danced
with summer sunshine
her wistful smile
prayed
for earthly passion
and the names of the damned
wept
from her flesh
The Changing of Things by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
The Changing of Things
Her tempestuous heart burns fervently
which begins my own heart beating harder;
and the wind of my words stokes her gently
when I bask in her radiant ardour.
Her half-smile was tinged with wistful longing
when she swiftly stole away with my breath;
and I knew she too yearned for belonging
as she's the embodiment of hiraeth.
Heaviness beset her world-weary soul
at the loss of all she dared to hold dear;
and my empathy could swallow her whole
when her hopeful eyes are so tárvotur.
I would like to make one thing crystal clear;
these are my words but she's the poet here.
This pain will remain forever unheard
because my lips have been sealed and sewn shut;
I'll refrain from saying a single word
about exactly how deep I've been cut.
My dirge will remain forever unsung
because I choke when I swallow my pride;
and blood fills my mouth as I bite my tongue,
when I bottle all this hurt up inside;
The truth will remain forever subdued
beneath this mask that's concealing my face;
so no one will see just how much I brood
when I'm dreaming of escaping this place.
It's not that I want to keep things from you;
but, for some, self-loathing's viewed as taboo.
My heart, a heavy poured-concrete footpath,
ends abruptly where the darkness prevails;
worn down and weathered by natures sweet wrath,
crumbling where its integrity fails.
My soul, a gently winding woodland trail,
stays the course when my stoney heart gives way;
into, under, and throughout that dark veil
lest the lightness of hope leads me astray.
My thoughts, faint footprints on a sandy beach
abridging shroud of night and rising tide;
denote the scope of the moons lasting reach
illustrating a fate best left implied.
My words, a lithe breeze swathed in fallen leaves,
echo softly along this path I weave.
Smoke and Mirrors by foreveralostcause, literature
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors
You are the tightness alight in my chest
as my lips caress your thin paper skin;
my heart is under cardiac arrest
and you burn so bright when I breath you in.
You were a spark, a soft glowing ember,
before charring the lining of my lungs;
your flavor is one I can't remember
even when you're on the tip of my tongue.
My addiction to you, sudden and brash,
had the cost of feeling forever broke;
you burn away filling my mouth with ash
disappearing into a plume of smoke.
I've never really known when to say when
so I will crave you again and again.
I want a love with a mind like fire
a real down to Earth, deep-thought inciter
who can burn my dark, heavy heart brighter
and turn it, perhaps, fifty shades lighter
I want a lover more like a spider
an aggressive natural born fighter
who severs my head with her incisors
when my web of lies is spun inside her
I want someone who wants me beside her
who, when pushed away, pulls me in tighter
I want her to want me to provide her
with all the love this world has denied her
and I want it to feel, when I find her,
like we met in a hadron collider
Their pulsar hearts are beating at light speed
at the sight of bodies so heavenly;
they're compelled by a primordial need
and their attraction defines gravity.
The interstellar medium foretold
of their journey across infinity;
and their cores, supernovae gone cold,
forever defy probability.
Their bodies impact as they dance the waltz
and they're circling so passionately;
their meeting is an accretion of faults
that have aligned, somehow, so perfectly.
When the dust settles in nebulous wombs;
it is never quite clear who consumed whom.
This song that forever plays in my head,
lyrics with which I have always agreed;
the one where McCartney and Lennon said
that love, it would seem, is all that you need.
So much more than just a trendy pop-song
or deeply seeded capitalist greed;
it's a lesson on what we're getting wrong
and it's advice I believe we should heed.
So dare I say that we all would do well
to adopt it as a personal creed;
for as near as I am able to tell
we are all in need of more love indeed.
The Beatles were right, when push comes to shove;
all this world needs is a little more love.