16 Reasons Sleep Is An Antiquated Art Form

Sykonaut · 04-18-2016, 08:59 PM

Auto-biographical poem. Not intended to be the best flowing, multi filled piece. Feedback still appreciated.

Also several people have said this is dark, and it's true it is, however I'm fine now. Music helped me cope, releasing the emotions was a form of grieving and letting go. But yeah... It is kind of dark.

One:
If I assassinate celebs and make a wish while shooting stars
Could I borrow some red carpet to patch up this oozing heart

Two:
I think the clock hands are arthritic because time just never passes
Like I'm falling through a black hole composed of cement and molasses
My bad thoughts have formed a legion and I'm burdened by the bulk
But when I exercise my demons I'm just haunted by the hulk
Thanks.

Three:
I remember sitting at home crying just waiting for you to come back
While you were out there in a parking lot sucking cum out of a scum bag
I remember when I caught you breathe him life and me a gun blast
And I wanted to confront you but all I managed was to run back.
To the kitchen, grabbed a knife, slit my wrist and watched it bleed
Though I didn't really want to die I just needed you to see...
That the tears out on the surface come from some place underneath
But you were deaf to our disaster out beyond the thunder's reach.

Four:
You said you only cheated because you knew that I would never let you go
And honestly... well honestly you're right because I could never let you go
But why would you ever leave someone that would never let you go
Who'd be ripped from both limbs before he would ever let you go
I will never let you go...
I will never let you go...

Four:
But you made me let you go...

Four:
Now I'm not sure where to go...

Four:
So I can't fucking sleep...

Four:
And I don't count good when I'm tired...

Four:
But one night as he dreams...

Four:
I hope he rests right through a fire...

Four:
I hope he rests right through a fire...

Four:
I repeat myself when I'm sad...

Four:
I repeat myself when I'm sad...
I repeat myself when I'm sad...
I repeat myself when I'm sad...
I repeat myself when I'm sad...

Five:
You were a dewdrop on a rose multiplied beyond infinity
You were sunbeams on my soul through the shadows of divinity
You were waking every morning gladly knowing I'm invincible.
Now you're crying every night sadly knowing I'm invincible.
Thanks.

Six:
Sometimes I wish I was a mortal man, at least enough to hate you
At least enough to tell myself that you probably aren't an angel
At least enough to tell you that's it's not right you have my car
It's not right you have my home or that his coat is on my bar
Speaking of which...

Six A:
On our last day together you got up at 3 am to drive him to the airport
In that very car that I worked so hard and saved for
But I couldn't tell you no because I love you more than me
And as badly as it stung I'd rather all the wasps sting me...

Seven:
I told you in my eighth summer I took a nap against an oak in the splendor of it's shade
But when I woke the sun had shifted and my skin was blistered by it's rays
You said, sweet boy I know that love must feel like comfort but you can never ever rest
You see you have a heart of gold and pirates steal from treasure chests
So I'm looking in our wake to find the pieces we forgot
As I use this tattered map to where my ex marks the spot
You were the pirate and the treasure...

Eight:
I still haven't told your mom.
I want to...
I want to tell her so she can hate him before you make the introductions
So she can really know what happened and won't have to make assumptions
But I can't... I still love you.
Besides, I met somebody else...
And though you've made it kind of hard, I still trust her with myself.
I told you.
I'm invincible.

Nine:
I heard once love is blind and I guess that must be true
Because when I see nothing else I somehow still see you
And when everything turns black I still see your every hue
And when I color in the future you're the crayon that I choose
I swear to God it's like your face has been painted in my eye lids
Because every single time I blink I see your iris meet my iris
Now it's only with my eyes closed that the world lights up the brightest
So my heartbeat comes in brail and whispers beauty when I'm sightless
Which is to say, lately I keep running into walls.

Ten:
That scene stays on replay when I'm laying in the darkness
And though the nights are always tough I think the mornings are the hardest
See my bed without you here looks like a field after the harvest
These sheets were once our canvas but now... Now they're just a carcass.

Eleven:
I'm leaning on a broken crutch tryna regain my composure
And believing if I open up I'll be paid by some closure
See...
Our climax was a valley, the mountains were just lies
Without you I'm a desert, save the fountains in my eyes
My cheeks have turned to canyons from the rivers that I've cried
I'm eroding every day but still somehow I survive
I'm a cockroach.
I'm invincible.

Twelve:
Liquors my religion, so I worship vodka bottles til I'm filled up with the spirit
And if you pierce my aching side you'll see it pour from where the spear hit
Crucified by Crown and Coke, a few hit lines and down I go
Truth is I just drown and choke, in putrid wine - it's how I cope
See, when my mind is sober stated it makes life feel over rated
You mistook our home for spaceships, left your forehead's shoulder vacant
So reality's transformed to treading through this torment boulder weighted
Whilst a vulgar, anxious, moper's playlist, adorned as therapy I wrote
Seems to only serve as proof that now my clarity's a ghost
Yea verily I know, her haunts are fueled by what these pills show
As your indentions in our bed reveal the cruel side of the pillows...
Pulled lines unwind the frilled sew, of what once was our forever...
I guess forever was four months short of four years, by the way happy anniversary
I guess... I guess I just alway thought
It was supposed to end with our grand babies in the nursery...
I guess... I guess not...

Thirteen:
I met somebody else and I love her just like you
But I can't escape the fact you're my old paint beneath the new
And I'm a crease on the page that you may never turn back to
But loving you is the only the I've ever truly learned to do...
Which really only means I spoke my heart into a mine field
Which really only means I'll keep these wounds they tell me time heals
Because my scars are souvenirs of the day dream that was real
And my pain is a reminder of the life I got to feel...

Fourteen:
You struck me like a hypodermic needle in a haystack
And I wasn't looking for love but now I don't know the way back
So I'm addicted to a drug that I never meant to take
Imprisoned in a cage that I helped my captor make
Irony in iron bars...

Fifteen:
They tell me that the past is the past but my past was the future
And you're always in my brain, I swear your laugh is a tumor
But it only served to hide the real you, like the mask of a shooter
Your excuses don't hold water you see there's cracks in the pewter
And the tracks of your suitor, mixed with the scent of his cologne
Meant that even in the times we were together you still left me all alone...

Sixteen:
I will always remember you, every wrinkle on your skin
The freckle on your eyelid, how your lips curl at the corners, the degree by which they bend
The way you'd watch a sappy movie and save your tears up to the end
The way you'd get lost in a gaze, the way you hated ball point pens...
I will never forget your warmth.
Not when my mom forgets my face or God forgets my name
Not when the world begins to crumble and the stars all fade away...
Not when the universe collapses way beyond all time space
What I really want to tell you, is I guess I said all this to say...
I will never let you go
I will never let you go
I will never...
Let you go.

P.S.
Everyone still tells me my eyes lights up when I hear your name.
So if you're ever in the dark...

04-18-2016, 08:59 PM	#1
Sykonaut Junior Member Join Date: Apr 2016 Posts: 6 Rep Power: 0	16 Reasons Sleep Is An Antiquated Art Form Auto-biographical poem. Not intended to be the best flowing, multi filled piece. Feedback still appreciated. Also several people have said this is dark, and it's true it is, however I'm fine now. Music helped me cope, releasing the emotions was a form of grieving and letting go. But yeah... It is kind of dark. One: If I assassinate celebs and make a wish while shooting stars Could I borrow some red carpet to patch up this oozing heart Two: I think the clock hands are arthritic because time just never passes Like I'm falling through a black hole composed of cement and molasses My bad thoughts have formed a legion and I'm burdened by the bulk But when I exercise my demons I'm just haunted by the hulk Thanks. Three: I remember sitting at home crying just waiting for you to come back While you were out there in a parking lot sucking cum out of a scum bag I remember when I caught you breathe him life and me a gun blast And I wanted to confront you but all I managed was to run back. To the kitchen, grabbed a knife, slit my wrist and watched it bleed Though I didn't really want to die I just needed you to see... That the tears out on the surface come from some place underneath But you were deaf to our disaster out beyond the thunder's reach. Four: You said you only cheated because you knew that I would never let you go And honestly... well honestly you're right because I could never let you go But why would you ever leave someone that would never let you go Who'd be ripped from both limbs before he would ever let you go I will never let you go... I will never let you go... Four: But you made me let you go... Four: Now I'm not sure where to go... Four: So I can't fucking sleep... Four: And I don't count good when I'm tired... Four: But one night as he dreams... Four: I hope he rests right through a fire... Four: I hope he rests right through a fire... Four: I repeat myself when I'm sad... Four: I repeat myself when I'm sad... I repeat myself when I'm sad... I repeat myself when I'm sad... I repeat myself when I'm sad... Five: You were a dewdrop on a rose multiplied beyond infinity You were sunbeams on my soul through the shadows of divinity You were waking every morning gladly knowing I'm invincible. Now you're crying every night sadly knowing I'm invincible. Thanks. Six: Sometimes I wish I was a mortal man, at least enough to hate you At least enough to tell myself that you probably aren't an angel At least enough to tell you that's it's not right you have my car It's not right you have my home or that his coat is on my bar Speaking of which... Six A: On our last day together you got up at 3 am to drive him to the airport In that very car that I worked so hard and saved for But I couldn't tell you no because I love you more than me And as badly as it stung I'd rather all the wasps sting me... Seven: I told you in my eighth summer I took a nap against an oak in the splendor of it's shade But when I woke the sun had shifted and my skin was blistered by it's rays You said, sweet boy I know that love must feel like comfort but you can never ever rest You see you have a heart of gold and pirates steal from treasure chests So I'm looking in our wake to find the pieces we forgot As I use this tattered map to where my ex marks the spot You were the pirate and the treasure... Eight: I still haven't told your mom. I want to... I want to tell her so she can hate him before you make the introductions So she can really know what happened and won't have to make assumptions But I can't... I still love you. Besides, I met somebody else... And though you've made it kind of hard, I still trust her with myself. I told you. I'm invincible. Nine: I heard once love is blind and I guess that must be true Because when I see nothing else I somehow still see you And when everything turns black I still see your every hue And when I color in the future you're the crayon that I choose I swear to God it's like your face has been painted in my eye lids Because every single time I blink I see your iris meet my iris Now it's only with my eyes closed that the world lights up the brightest So my heartbeat comes in brail and whispers beauty when I'm sightless Which is to say, lately I keep running into walls. Ten: That scene stays on replay when I'm laying in the darkness And though the nights are always tough I think the mornings are the hardest See my bed without you here looks like a field after the harvest These sheets were once our canvas but now... Now they're just a carcass. Eleven: I'm leaning on a broken crutch tryna regain my composure And believing if I open up I'll be paid by some closure See... Our climax was a valley, the mountains were just lies Without you I'm a desert, save the fountains in my eyes My cheeks have turned to canyons from the rivers that I've cried I'm eroding every day but still somehow I survive I'm a cockroach. I'm invincible. Twelve: Liquors my religion, so I worship vodka bottles til I'm filled up with the spirit And if you pierce my aching side you'll see it pour from where the spear hit Crucified by Crown and Coke, a few hit lines and down I go Truth is I just drown and choke, in putrid wine - it's how I cope See, when my mind is sober stated it makes life feel over rated You mistook our home for spaceships, left your forehead's shoulder vacant So reality's transformed to treading through this torment boulder weighted Whilst a vulgar, anxious, moper's playlist, adorned as therapy I wrote Seems to only serve as proof that now my clarity's a ghost Yea verily I know, her haunts are fueled by what these pills show As your indentions in our bed reveal the cruel side of the pillows... Pulled lines unwind the frilled sew, of what once was our forever... I guess forever was four months short of four years, by the way happy anniversary I guess... I guess I just alway thought It was supposed to end with our grand babies in the nursery... I guess... I guess not... Thirteen: I met somebody else and I love her just like you But I can't escape the fact you're my old paint beneath the new And I'm a crease on the page that you may never turn back to But loving you is the only the I've ever truly learned to do... Which really only means I spoke my heart into a mine field Which really only means I'll keep these wounds they tell me time heals Because my scars are souvenirs of the day dream that was real And my pain is a reminder of the life I got to feel... Fourteen: You struck me like a hypodermic needle in a haystack And I wasn't looking for love but now I don't know the way back So I'm addicted to a drug that I never meant to take Imprisoned in a cage that I helped my captor make Irony in iron bars... Fifteen: They tell me that the past is the past but my past was the future And you're always in my brain, I swear your laugh is a tumor But it only served to hide the real you, like the mask of a shooter Your excuses don't hold water you see there's cracks in the pewter And the tracks of your suitor, mixed with the scent of his cologne Meant that even in the times we were together you still left me all alone... Sixteen: I will always remember you, every wrinkle on your skin The freckle on your eyelid, how your lips curl at the corners, the degree by which they bend The way you'd watch a sappy movie and save your tears up to the end The way you'd get lost in a gaze, the way you hated ball point pens... I will never forget your warmth. Not when my mom forgets my face or God forgets my name Not when the world begins to crumble and the stars all fade away... Not when the universe collapses way beyond all time space What I really want to tell you, is I guess I said all this to say... I will never let you go I will never let you go I will never... Let you go. P.S. Everyone still tells me my eyes lights up when I hear your name. So if you're ever in the dark... Last edited by Sykonaut; 04-20-2016 at 12:55 PM.