The new dawn fades.
The glass sinks a little deeper.
(into my flesh, into my soul)
The monster's gaining purchase,
and the only question left is:
"Does this mean I'm losing?"
|I bide my time and wait for another sun to rise, a sun behind and beyond me, a sun that sets in the east, but at least in a funny location, I wait for my Californication.|
Proper EatingBreakfast:Proper Eating by Aborro
Washed down with a
Stale cup if coffee
From last night
Maybe a snickers
If I have the time.
Finishing of that
Pack of smokes
All half done,
And fully told,
A glass of wine
Would hit right home.
I break out the beers
It's been too long.
Nothing but contemplation.
I wish I could remember
How you had my tea
What food used to be
And how I lived with myself
Before I didn't have to.
Defense MechanismYou won't acknowledge me.Defense Mechanism by Aborro
You won't talk to me.
You won't trust me.
And I've done enough.
To earn all this scorn
And I have no defense,
But to laugh it all away.
(haha, I'm great)
I give in to the joke,
Won't you laugh along?
I will laugh at myself.
I will tell my jokes to the silence.
I will do this now that there's nothing less.
Hunting Companyand I say that I can manage on my ownHunting Company by Aborro
but what I really mean to say
is that I miss every single one of you
I just miss much slower than slow
and when I finally realize
I've all on my own
isn't it ironic?
aren't really predators at all
but we keenly feel
that no one has ever "cried wolf" at us
and so we'll always come
even if it's just a sheep.
Coping MechanismsWe've got our natural addictionsCoping Mechanisms by Aborro
pheromones and dopamine
it's so much cheaper
than the drugs and alcohol
and it's without the fallout
I could never handle it anyway
now I've got nothing but highs
the lows have been counted down
and I've had to reconcile with the fact
that I'll forever
find your hairs on my floor
and your smell is stuck on my bed
so I induce it
to numb the strain
Just an alternative distraction
intoxication can get you quite far
I like being right
but I prefer alive
I love being your wrong
so come and soothe my pain
just two bodies in the dark
I'm not yours
and you're not mine
We're just us
but we're agreeing
hunting the next hormone rush
Adrenaline to carry me
Serotonin to keep me well
Lead me through this inebriated state
when vodka is cheaper than milk
the tango is cheaper still.
|These are new... they come and go, stay awhile, move on and never leave our minds.|
|I appreciate good poetry and I appreciate a sexy body, I appreciate clear, abstract, playful, elegant, amazing and awesome digital art and fine pencil lines, because really, isn't that why we're here?|
The woodThe wood
“there is something in this wood”, he told me.
“something full of baby magic.”
Back then, I didn’t believe him really
for who’d have thought this wood would have it?
That this wood would have evergreen
everlasting baby magic?
Back then, I was a small child you see,
The exact age, I can’t remember,
and in those fields of ripe, lush evergreen
I’d spend my long Septembers,
Wondering if anyone could see
the summer’s dying embers.
It was back when Innocence was free
that I met fairies, and fawns,
when none could sever me from dreams,
that I believed in nymphs of dawn
that came in the morning to streak the sky
With the gold rays they would draw.
the stag would come and play with me, and let
me ride his back, Oh, how I’d smile
back then, back then, how could I forget?
the way he’d lead me for a while
through the enchanted forest
of which I am now exiled.
Oh elves, I really wish you’d come to me
again, like when I
Attention Whoring, Emo, Poet, Intellectual, Radical Atheist, Liberal Socialist, Longing, Wishing and Missing and maybe a little Shy, but once you get to know me... I like to imagine I can be quite fun.|
Ask me anything, and I'll tell you why, what, when or where; the answers are there for you to claim, so be careful what you ask, if you don't wanna know, don't question, for I'm honest to a fault.