A Purple Ending

Down on my knees
The colorless rain washes off the purple blood away
I stand on my feet
I pray for the one who dwells within
Send me someone to listen
Father
No one can hear my silence
No one can see through this poker face
But I beg them to see through those eyes
I beg the companions and the strangers
No one's their but they try to be
Through my silent words I scream to them
"Break through my quarantine
I have things to say
My pain shall speak
My soul needs to bleed
Sit me down for a session of persistent tears
My pain is in pain"

The purple blood has washed away indeed
But I await those secluded purple tears
To wash away the purple scars that are still of existence
I don't want to go back
But I want to let go

I missed the true laughter of mine
I miss the true smile that now I hide
I miss singing the same old beautiful Paparazzi verses
That have now become new painful curses
"I'm your biggest fan I followed you until you left me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar you know that I did become your Paparazzi
Promised I'll be kind but I didn't stop until I killed my heart
Baby you'll be famous chased you down until I left me
Papa-paparazzi"

I'm not angry at God
I'm not angry at anyone
I'm angry at myself

Living to what lays ahead
I hope to sing those beautiful verses again
As I pray that love won't take my life...

The twin of May

This poem is inspired by "Madonna - Human Nature"

And my twin shall partly awake from his deep coma
He will talk and I shall be put into temporary sleep

And the twin says through bleeding veins
through clotted wounds
through an unleashed heart
through sealed rage and anger

"I, the twin shall speak
for you have sealed me with your attendance
but now that my sight no longer witnesses your presence
My seal weakens and my hate awakens
therefor I shall unleash part of my agony

I will not ask you to forgive me
for you should be the one asking for forgiveness
I will literate no apologies
for you should be the one apologizing
and I will show no care
For I, in reality couldn't care less

Dear ex fooler
I shall inject this into your brain before I get myself started
My brother is not the one with the problems
he is able to last way more infinite than just few days

Honey, Did my brother not tell you
that calling him acquisitive slaughters him to bits
why have you done it frequently?
Darling, If my brother had done so much just so he could take a footling off of you
He would have stopped long before you cut the rope

Do you know how much I wanted to let it out on the cursed night of the dolls
Do you how much i still struggle to let it out everyday?
Its easy for me to prevail my forgiving brother
but the love he had for you is still strong enough to hold me off
and though this piece of pain might be of pain to you
I shall warn you against the day
The day this seal is by all will removed by my brother
A day where the myth of Lucifer becomes reality.

Dear poet
on behalf of my beloved brother I will tell you
he quits following you
He is no longer the paparazzi of you
He is no longer the paparazzi of anyone
For I shall never forget the day you said he gave up his dignity for you
And I shall reply to you
Karma has already taken place to that sentence you unmercifully said
It's all in that guitar of June and August.
if it's any song that my brother is eager to sing from the bottom of his shattered heart
It's the song this poem was inspired by

Before I head into my deep coma again
I shall let you see me one day."

Confessions of a Drama Queer

The Drama Queer wonders for he is immaculate
“Am I ever going to see a falling star
Oh heavens
Do I get to feel the adrenaline when me and my partner’s words match
Do I get to fill in the gap I’ve had for 18 years
The gap legally sorted for them paradoxes
Illegaly distorted for us bilaterals
I want to subsist my destined sin oh destiny conjector”

Adult by years where innocence is officially gone
the Drama Queer masters
A beautiful night
Where the moon polished the dark skies into grey
And his melancholy into eternal exhale
The Drama Queer breathes
“My heart arteries detached from within myself
Connected to a heavenly made saint
My heart lives on the rhythm of his spell
A spell thats his name:

Ray of light
Internal holliness and divinity
Betrayed actions begging to scan what’s underneath
Agonizing brown eyes that
Languished a heart that has finally found it’s home”

And within the grey starless sky
The Drama Queer stutters in joy
“oh beautiful saint
I just witnessed what I’ve waited 18 years for
A falling white rail
A falling star!”

As the signs fall like the rain falling from an angry sky
Signs that were proof enough their love was sacret
And as the Drama Queer finally got to experience repetitive telepathy
The Drama Queer hears through his bloodshot eyes..
.
..
...
Silence
Just silence
...
..
.
The other side wishes to disconnect
And the Drama Queer curses his curiousity
“What blasphemy is the curiousty you’ve injected me in
Oh father
It had slapped me awake from my beautiful nightmare
It had slapped my reality back to illusions
It had slapped me back to sleep after I woke from my slumber
Father
The script you wrote me had killed my soul
Stabbed my heart
And dismanteled my nerves
Oh father
Do you know when liquid turns to solid?
Inbetween
My heart shall be
Suffering from the freezing ice shelves
That are slowly becoming an ice sculptured heart”

On the 31st of the 7th
The Drama Queer questions in silence
“What about all the signs..
What about our song..
What about that fallen star
What about my december
What about our telepathy
For we’ve very often read each others minds..
Isn’t that chemistry?
Darling
What about them
Who didn’t acknowledge of your previous lovers
But acknowledged of me?
What about that song you sang me
What about your excitment to share things with me first
Even before we fell for one another
NO!...
We were not a lie
We were right
We were perfectly right
...Right?”

And though surrounded with agony, weep and grief
He(DQ) tends to put on a perfect poker face
And then he smiles
“I’m not shattered nor broken
I witnessed no blood to my soul
Nor tears from my eyes
For I know no grief when I’m around you
Even after the deed
You tend to sue me up
You sealed the sleeping twin of may
The hateful, detestful, grieving face of this Gemini
The one that only those who gave birth to me
Got to witness”

And the Drama Queer smirks
“The poet took a vow
A vow against those of his kind
One that shall slap him awake soon
And they shall not bring me down
For I’ll chase you still
Wait for you still
I don’t back down on my words
But for now I’ll just watch you still
I await the day you unfold whats unfolded
See what I showed you all along
I await you still”

And the Drama Queer whispers
“I love you still...”

The mark of my beginning

Oh love
I dare not think of the time before I had known you
Was I even alive?
Was my presence even pasted into this world?
Oh lover
Your love woke me up from my slumber
Did it wake you not?
Remember our desire to find love?
Do you not know it killed us frequently?
Oh lover
Your love cured me
Kept death away from me
Gave me wings for I’m a dreaming lover
Oh lover
Your tears might not bring back the dead
But they killed me at the break of dawn
Indeed my mind was away
But my heart was present
Slaughtered and agonizing from thy tears
I blame you not
For love had previously deceived you
Oh lover
Had love deceived you again?
Had it not retrieved what it first took from you?


I remember those eclipsed words you said
“I’m not a crying lover
I cry not when I simplify I love you
I’m a loving lover to that love of Kelly’s”
And I reply
“As I am!”
Ah how beautifully veiled are those allegations
For we both know in the heart we are crying lovers
Thus
I shall cry to thee
I love you

Mannequin

I can see the venom dripping through your pores
Drenched with envy
Blasting hate
Infiltrating temptation you repulsive nymph

I can see the demon through those ominous eyes
Black cloaked, relinquished since the God of the son
These midnight eye lids
Frozen lips and drilled follicles

Remember she who grew old deliberately
To taint the veins of her unrelated descendant
You shall be she
Yet rejuvenating herself from a Mannequin number 36

I hate you toe to head
Core to edge
Detesting your presence and devoted to your death
I just wish you fade

I live for the day
The day I see your tears pouring down
Every drop burns your cheeks like acid
Sheds your skin and annihilates your flesh
I live to see you in blasphemy
Blasphemy...

A conversation with God

Little child
Land on my terrain
Ignorant you shall be
For you are only human within the flesh

Father
Guide me through your tangible heaven
I am an imperfect piece of your creation
And my novice knowledge needs to be steered

Little child
You shall not be driven like my other creations
Get a grip on your wheel and steer
And I expect no calamities for you are a queer amongst my land
A detached soul of mine
Blessed with adversity

My child
You shall give and not be given
Drive and not be driven
Spread a smile my little queer
Satisfy your brothers and sisters throughout my land
-
They will cut you open
Ignorant of their reasons
Forgive them still
And if you dare complain
I shall dim your voice and numb your speech

Oh father
What blessing is it to suffer?
What sin have I committed to be dressed up with agony and sued up with silence

Little Child
The smile you cause shall give you affection
The joy you spread shall maintain perfection
And through their reflection you’ll earn your pleasure
-
Part away into your journey etched with my words
Part away...my little Drama Queer

Us...Filthy Imperfect Humans

Sheltered in denial
Reformed and molded by ego
These traits we accuse each other
Cease!
For these traits dwell within each one of us
Not in everybody but you
You...the self proclaimed robots

Walking reptiles we are as well
Watch your palms etched in snake skin patterns
Shedding them while shifting from person to another
But after all
Our shit smells like Jasmine to us
But any else’s is a disgrace and disgust to us
Us...The self proclaimed perfect robots

And when we surge people our absolute
From infinite to driblets
They call us selfish
For when you feed a man a pile of gold
He only grasps for more!
And when you tend to complain
You obtain disdain
But blame them not
for what they are is as well what we are but deny
Which makes that all of us
Us...Filthy imperfect humans