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An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic – Part 3


Part 3 of the duet poem I wrote with my friend Just Patty! This is probably going to break the record of longest duet poem on WordPress lol! So brace yourself my friends! 😉

So here we are at PART 3 of An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic. There’s plenty more where this came from, all myself and Just Patty have is time and words and we use them both to our advantage. So please like this post and then jump over to her page and like it that as well and while you’re there have a browse around because we love to know we’re loved. http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 3

Alex & Just Patty

It’s the end of the world,

Bring out your dead,

Pick your weapon of choice,

Mine will be this pen.

Suffocate in the clouds,

Misery loves company,

Come with me, sail away,

Take away the mountains which live under me.

Now into a deep blackhole I go,

Where we relinquish all control,

Feed your inner monsters with your own limbs,

Won’t you please give me back my soul?

I’m at the end of the line,

And you have crossed me,

A slight break in freedom,

I’m crawling on my belly mostly,

I’ve took my bruises,

I’ve took my lumps,

When you’re down on your luck and losing,

Now, the only way is up!

 

 

It’s the beginning of a fight

Take a deep breath

And ready your sword

Drifting on clouds

To new destinations

Come with me, sail away

To a brand new place, where we can be free

Take a leap of faith

And take control

Scare away your inner demons with joy

Will you please just smile?

I’m at the beginning of the line

And you have to come with me

A outburst of freedom

Standing up, never breaking down

I have my scars

I have my wounds

When you hit rock bottom

Now, the only way is up!

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My Evil Pen Once Again


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My Evil Pen Once Again

Crimson hands nailed to the crucifix, a mental martyr for all mankind, now firing mortar shells at their warp minds while I’m on fire. Welcome to my mad world, invasion of the sanity snatcher.  This is a historic event, placing my beating trusted heart on a silver platter of judgement. I am not trying my hardest to get through to you for you to save your own life; I am asking we join our forces so we can destroy sanity together. I am the prime example of the worst writer to grace this planet, Oh, I can write but my words are that dark you cannot read this.

In my head all I hear is… “Life is too difficult, it’s a cynical miracle, if the pains not emotionally whimsical it’s probably physical, poetically and lyrically visual; my words are terribly killing you, sent here by the wind to preferably out-best you to my pinnacle proportions, I put the devil in his coffin, Figaro-Figaro! Mr. Barber let me go and cut open my own throat, I’m abysmal. This world is too much for me to hold so I am running for that door.”

Now is it classed as suicide or homicide if your evil persona tries to kill you?  The temperature I’m blowing is either hot or cold; within the blink of an eye I’ve turned the heat down into a flaming temper. I’m a poisonous flower; as a toddler I was a bad seed little monster. Half the time if I change my mind I have to change my life. Those broken words and these broken wings are holding hostage this world which cannot do a thing. Run for life!! Here comes my pen, again. Follow me – Follow me, you’re the only one who can deliver me towards infinity.

This world belongs at the back of my mind,

When I have flung my body back in time,

My tongues not working I guess it’s time to write,

One lost person isn’t cause for a riot,

I’m back from the dead, the baddest to death; madness vents while my friends and family burn.

You have no remote chance to control me,

I never hang my head because I channel this anger well,

No soul has a hold, a centrefold that should be censored gold but my words promote worm food.

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Writing Sanity is Insane 2


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My opaquely dysfunctional posture stands firm, this sedition could coffin this world. The human race kicked me out of their private club-house, now I am taking up new hobbies, dismemberment.  I am transcending through my writing, my transport to the other world. My climb to the top is in a spiral staircase crisis, giving myself a minuscule nudge into the unknown immortal coil, this is all I know. Read between my lines until you get cross-eyed.

I am a totem of total solemn; my soul purpose in this asylum is to tear until worn-out, my body, collapse these obituary columns which keep me grounded whilst I run away from my demons. Where I have been, your imagination is classed as a weapon for explosive exploitation; I swaddle all of this twaddle I dabbled in. Mirror promises with filled eyes, I can’t look at myself, the fear will become non-fiction.

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I overshadow my own characteristics, feral and feeble, I paint on a clown smile; the tears are real. These words may seem as a pathetic or embarrassing; this is only the top layer of my thick skin I am flaying and writing upon. I emaciate my mind so I can traipse back from the fires inside; I fill these pages because I can no longer afford to fill myself. All I can do is march forward with my fingers.

I learned from when I was a toddler, people are the worst type of monsters; so I grew-some and became gruesome.

I have a way of bringing the best out of you when the worst is going on. I notice everyone jumping on the bandwagon whilst I am fall off the wagon. I don’t want your money or pity, I want your eyes. I can show any extra enemy an empty welcome entry or experimental empathy entirely for eternity, depending on my mood. I will never divide my divine but deny all of this denial as the devil has deeded death on me.

Slinging slithering slander as a sufficient serpent strike suffering in stupendous stillness. This is where I will be, padded cells for all. Blessed with this curse to slur my toxic thoughts from my fantasy world ravished by war, patients versus doctors; who will win? Who will win? Me…

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Falling In Love


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Falling In Love

I have finally fell in love and it is about to destroy me on this skyscrapers rooftop.

“Please, get back from the edge!” I shout at her unlistening ears. She has her arms open wide, ready to be caught by deaths grip and be auctioned off to the night at half price for her half-life. She is standing in her spotlight from the night’s sky with the idea of stepping down from her stage to end her final act. The moon is laughing at our light.

“Just look at me; just look at me… please.” The tears free fall from my face. The wind pushes against her, whispering warnings of what is to come as it makes her hair whip and dance. Gravity is the middle man within our triangle but bargaining with his power on his edge, results in death. She must remember me as she is still wearing the white dress I had bought her, if she only she took my arm and we take off to pursue life together again, hand in hand before death do us part. Her heart is cheating beats which is slowly killing her, this is the reasoning behind us being here.

“What will I do if you do this?” I ask her. “You will go on without me.” She replies calmly. This is a nightmare. “But the best dreams happen in real life; don’t you want to be part of that?” She turns her head to the misty rain that has begun to lie upon the horizon making everything distort, life is bleaker than the weather.

“If you do this, food will taste like it has been poisoned, water will seem dry and time will have no hands to save you.” She adds to the rain with her tears.

“Life is like a strand of hair, it can be as long as you want or as short as you need it, isn’t that my decision?” She says quietly to the wind. “In sickness or in Health… I said those words to you and you alone; I never backed away from what I pledged!” I plead to her emotions. So why is this happening. I look at my phone thinking about dialing for help but it is already too late. Love is the killer to the heart, not the sword or arrow but used as a weapon against itself.

“We can get the help, the doctor said there was still time.” I say almost giving up. Whoso findeth a wife, findeth a good thing, but bad things soon follow. I throw my sight to the floor, collapsed eyelids and all.

“Come with me.” She wind-whispers to me, I don’t make eye contact; searching for a new answer to our old problem. Thunder murmurs from behind the black clouds which are passing over head. Weather calls for extreme conditions; angels will fall as the world sits by and listens. I nod slowly, holding back the right thing to say. She holds out the hand I have always held, I walk over and take hold, bringing myself up to her new level of living. I look down, the streets seem like mazes for mice and the people are going about their business, unknowingly.

“We shall take on death together.” I say to her, brushing her hair behind her ear. She wraps her arms around me and presses her head against my chest. “I love you so much. Whither thou goest I will go. That is my purpose.” She says. The destruction of my world is true love I gift upon you, dismantling my heart and sharing the pieces equally between us, who could want more? “I love you too.” I say. We tilt to the side within a deep breath of one another. We fall, still gazing into the eyes we wake up to each morning. It still puts a smile on my face. The roar and scorn of the wind rages passed our ear.

“Any regrets?!” I shout. “Not loving you longer.” She replies. Kissing me as the ground creeps closer. This is how you fall into love.

(Thanks for reading. It was an epic story, wasn’t it?)

Keeping my pen busy….

Alex

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