Your Best Poem

A part me is calling for help    
But you never hear      
A part of you is looking for comfort      
In what way, from who?      
Me      
But I fail to see      
Through this poetry      
They all are seated      
  Watching      
All of them      
That beat me in pain      
Wanting revenge      
So my past could lye slain      
Through this poetry      
I bury their remains in these lines      
You are oblivious to      
The synonyms,      
Metaphors, acoustic sounds      
Acrostic style      
Acrobatic heartbeat      
The up and down poetry      
The scars and flesh of this poetry      
Through Red Sin      
Back peddling to Autumn to WINTER      
To starving for the Devils Food      
Chained up looking for a release to achieve Power      
Its tearing at me Pulling The Thread of my veins      
Blues of the flesh leaving      
Droppings of Savage INK      
I AM scorned through this poetry      
I speak      
But you don't reciprocate conversation      
Only a SEX CALL  gains your attention      
With me , Your not one for many Words      
As you wait to feel the SENSATION of my tongue to your genitals      
I wait minutes, Hours, days for you to notice me      
For you to comprehend I'm not there      
Just physically      
Mentally im in another time      
Waiting for you to rescue me      
And close the RED CURTAINS      
Because I'm naked in plain sight      
All of me is bare      
My lips are clothed by RED LIPSTICK      
Its bold because im too timid      
And shy to express myself with      
WORDS.      
I let my PEN TALK      
Deep conversations      
Saturated sheets      
Your arrogant to the moisture      
Night sweats      
Wanting you to notice me through this poetry      
I'm watching you sleep      
As I pace back and forth facing my demons through the pages      
Rummaging through the rages of my mind      
I'm conscious      
But your not      
I suck my teeth      
Through this poetry      
 I am weak      
Vulnerable      
But you fail to see      
My free verse      
Stabbing pictures      
I'm a bottom      
Im calling you to be my top      
Through this poetry      
I am sore      
I'm a shooter with a full clip      
Through this poetry      
    Sex      
I'm a fire starter      
But you say      
"Fuck your flames"      
I say Give me Ammunition      
     
     
Your a bitch      
Period      
A      
Past      
article      
 rhyming      
Off set      
I'm ready to take off      
My make up      
and be comfortable      
Your walking a thin line you told me      
And I said      
I'm just fine when I'm walking      
Through this poetry      
     
Goodnight      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
 

My heart is breaking  
How much can it take?
You’re all I see when I close my eyes
And in every moment I’m awake  
 
My words are jumbled  
Letters bounce around in my head  
There are so many things  
I wish we hadn’t said  
 
I don’t know how to stand it
I don’t know what to do
How can I stay away
When all I want is you
 
You send my stomach a flutter
Turn my heart into butter
Make my words stutter  
I love you I mutter  
 
If love would have made you stay  
I would have told you I loved you everyday  
If money would have bought your heart  
There’s no price I wouldn’t pay  
 
I need you  
But you ran away  
It’s easier to cut out the pain  
Than stay with me another day  
 
All of the romantic movies  
Remind me of you  
All the love songs  
Do too
 
Your favourite things
Are engraved into my mind
All of my feelings for you  
Leave me speechless and blind  
 
So many memories
The littles things you’d say
You’re the opposite of me
Yet curiously the same  
 
I told you my secrets
You promised me you cared
I let you into my heart
But you left me alone in despair  
 
If I stare into your eyes
Will our heartbeats sync?
Will our pupils dilate?
Will our souls link?
 
We can sip vodka  
Under rainbows  
While we nibble on cookies  
And sit in the snow
 
Your heart is titanium  
Because we’ve been rolling in the deep  
Because of you  
I’m unable to sleep  
 
We can go to wonderland  
And I’ll be your angel with a shotgun
For you I’m a wild one  
Because our youth has just begun  
 
How did I mess up so badly  
How did everything go so wrong
Our love is a tragic melody baby
And I keep replaying our song

Laser cannon
Sega dream casted
Mega man
Causing major panic
Tommy gun advantage
Been on the run since none couldnt handle it
Malevolent with specimens
Ill melt your skin
Built my genetics
Is a pressure
that cant be measured in one sentence
Angelical tenticals connected
Ball room brawls i latch and harm
Since i was this tall
It's always been consume all
No time for friendslist
Since my minds infected
And rhymes are spreading
On lined text books
And i dont write hooks
I can go for days no complaints
My feasible brain
Can easily maintain
Rhyme schemes for nine weeks
Siamese twins when writting with pens
Friendship that will never end...and
Abducting you whole
From the top of your dome
Open up windows straight into your soul
So obviously
Autospys leave joggy memories
So you wont remember me
Til a tongue twist
Munchies your circumfrences
Down to numbness and stomachs you whole
I be out of control
And gone postal for month or so
Its to wonderful never to return home
Path i chose has contious flow
Always appose minimal growth
Syllable hoax scribbling notes
Dont provoke or get poached
Cut throat at most egos
Who think theyre pro
My mode is scarecrow so beware foes
I can snap at any minute
Killing who was intended
Crew and then henchmen
My ruling is endless
Apprentice turned villian
Hwading in to the entrance
Magician who fails to mention
Im bending diemensions
And in less than twenty seconds
You all will be finished
 
They dont want me to go zombie
Arrived to a brithday party
And ate everybody
Hey fuck a sorry
Life is a gamble
Imma win the lottery
And leave with handfuls
Radical with attributes
That are unmnagable
When samples are valued
at the right amplitude
Thought it was a game at first
Til i came to work
Gas chambered acres
When i invaded this earth
Now backwards
Nuclear storm you been warned
Rotted bored with oujia boards
Raising children of the corn
You visual indiviual syllables
Serial killers missles In perfect intervals
You cant miss this tune
Once youre in the grove
A junglist stuck in the midst
Of 100 hooligans throwing hadukens
i got to much to prove with this music
Then to chosing to be losing groups
Inside my movement
This is manna one
Time when the manhunt has begun
Emcee who came to eat the whole buffet
And leave blood stains on my white hanes
And of course
The human torch fumming more
When a new chorse hits microphone cords
I tend to trip
Mend infinite writs
That get to intense and itch
Fetishs left pages infested
Experimential testing
That shouldnt be read
The poisionous lead
Starts posing a threat
Even if few if i do impresss
I became obbsessed bloodied neck
Thousand pound guillotine
That will change the scenery
If you seem to think you are ahead of me
You get pedigreed
For such a petty thing
Death squadrons las plagas
That can be there tomorrow
I dont think you want to mess
With a complexion look a like jason X
Machete isnt even matrixed yet
Plus the rate the blade
Needs to digest blood and flesh
Makes my stomach upset
Because if i dont eat the same amount
Black liquid starts pouring out of my pores somehow
Turns green when the sun comes out
Shinning on my cardboard house
Funny how it's not funny now

Death shall have a dominion.
Dawn’s birth to day’s life,
Dusk’s decay to the death of night:
Tis’ not our mortal decision.

Youth’s innocent juvenility,
Vitality’s vibrancy,
The elegantly decaying morbidity,
A corpse in the clay of its grave perishing –

The funeral of darkness at moonset.

Morning’s nativity bears us,
Afternoon’s perennial years,
Evening’s eve of death,
Night’s mortality.

Our flowering... we beautiful cherry blossoms!

The senescent years of our ripening,
The weathering of our childhood babyface,
The decay of our innocence,
The maturation of our witticism.

Oh, the serenity of the eventide.

Now our setting, crimson sun
Trickles hue of gold onto our long-trodden path.
Oh, how immortal is the hand of the clock
That shining ball in the sky run.

Tis’ the hour of nightfall, twilight in our shutting eyes.

…And soul’s fresh, immortal rebirth.