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A Poem for Cacilia


Sleepy Cacilia

I took this photo of my Sleepy Girlfriend, I like it. She is completely crazy (Just like me!) and I love her for it. Cacilia, this is for you.

A Poem for Cacilia

With you I’m in my mind,

Without you I’m out it,

A normal life need not apply,

How about we go around it,

I don’t want to fight with you,

And you don’t want to fight me,

I am your pipedream,

Living happily,

We could be two dancing freaks.

Two titled psychopaths,

Getting out of these dry clothes fast,

High blood pressure,

We laugh at killing each other’s plans.

We’re both black-belts in danger,

We’re both each other’s guardian angels,

The legs to each other’s table,

To love each other we’re both capable.

No one can stop us,

Nonsense is lost in us,

Frostbitten accosted us,

You’re so gorgeous to touch.

When life gets too much,

I’m by your side,

And when our time is up,

I’ll fight for one more night.

Is this a trick or is it love?

If it is then my heart is ripped,

And this song can be written in blood.

You can be my partner in crime,

I will lay my heart on the line,

From start to finish, I will travel through time,

Just to die at the same time.

Even through heaven or Hell,

You put a spell on my world,

For better or worse,

I fell in love with this girl’s every single detail.

Now if it was the end of us,

It would be the end of my world,

I’m in the centre of hell,

When a day passes without you,

I’m running naked in the rain,

This whole universe could slate me,

You saved me from this pain,

Someone shake him he’s crazy,

You can either love me or hate me,

This comes deep from within and still I’m falling,

I just wanted you to know you will always be my baby and I love you, I am calling.

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When I Grow Up I Want to be a Monster


Varulv (Werewolf)

Varulv (Werewolf) (Photo credit: fmmr)

When I Grow Up I Want to be a Monster

Rocking back and forth under this storm,

Hold me back from my homes front door,

A blood rose has winged poison thorns,

At long last I hold hands with the cold,

Come down from the stars where I float,

Beyond the rays of my darkened rainbow.

I copy the wolves to catch my prey,

These deadly tools I use before I pray,

Everything new is the cost I pay,

Withdrawal magic is the most I take.

Frozen in ice under the sun,

Holding times hands as it runs,

Closing off my life from everyone,

Let in hate, fate, pain with all the love,

When I grow up I’ll be a killer,

Inside I’m broken-up as a mirror,

Seven years bad luck to deliver,

Heavens tears make dark waters quiver,

An eternal plummet for forever,

Quite a monster don’t you agree?

A night loner on reprieve,

Hyperbolically are you feeling me?

Doctors there’s no way you’re healing me,

Let me kill and die peacefully.

Keep your pens busy! Love Alex.

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My Lost Movie Poetry


Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So as you guys know I have been writing with the wonderful Just Patty on some poetry. In this post lies the lost poetry which never made the final-cut. Oh and look out for the movie poem I wrote in here too, I hope you enjoy!

My Lost Poetry

You tremble like you’ve seen a ghost,

Strangle this pencil until you’ve seen it broke,

Angle this metal around my throat,

Angry heckles cheer me and goad,

The blood floods as a tap-dancing spectacle,

Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum; here I come,

Trampling on all of you speckles,

Top gear, can’t stop here,

Forgotten voice and a lost ear,

Dumb,

Broken toys and stolen tears,

Young,

Frozen poise with lonely years,

Numb,

I’m a chocking noise, coughing clear,

Stun,

I’m faced with a frightening facial facelift which leaves me faceless, let’s face it,

A fascist facade merely frames him.

You fondle my trigger,

You eat this blast,

Gobbled up forever,

Re-tweet your last gasps,

I’m what you call a wonder weapon,

A wandering apex predator, Dexter,

I love safe sex, I always bring protection,

Loving face kisses then I bring upon the reckoning.

From 8 Mile to the Green Mile,

Tonight is Date Night,

Upon the Jewel of the Nile,

Superman, take flight,

It’s a Dark Knight,

That’s right, Pitch Black,

We’re on a Star Trek towards a Star Wars,

Resistance is Futile,

The time is Twilight,

I have A History of violence,

I’ve got my Goal set in my sights,

My Event Horizon,

Cannibals in space,

An Animal Rat Race,

Mallrats in the Bat-cave,

Battleships on a rampage,

Misery hates a blank page,

A Mammoth heading for an Ice Age,

Frozen,

Indiana Jones on a bad day,

Godfather kissing me on the hand,

Jot in my Vampire Diary,

Jurassic Park theme park rides all day,

Are we there yet?

I will never be Grown-up,

I can’t stop laughing.

Out of Sight,

Out of Mind,

Good Will Hunting with words,

Well, I’m out of mine,

So you can’t see me, right?

 

 

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If We Only Die Once, I Want To Die With You


If we only die once I want to die with you

If we only die once, I want to die with you. I had a dream of our perfect life together, holding hands in the midst of each other’s battles. If we are side by side we could conquer it all, we could be royal lovers in our ravishing dark land. Too much booze brings out our slurring kiss of life; me + you = us. Self-destruct with me and I promise you will not be alone in this world full of people.

I only have one heart so I can only share it with one other person; you! We have nothing else but this.  You give me life being around you, if you were to ever leave me the loneliness would be my serial killer every day. As time goes by and I haven’t seen your face in a while, I begin to think I could live without you but when you arrive in front of me, the feeling of loving something which is precise for my soul comes flooding back in. You do more for me than you know.

I love you, the term sounds so overused so let me just say I love us. Billions of people within this world and I haven’t met them all but there is one I cannot live without. I want to grow old and senile with you, forget you one moment and dance in our treasured memories the next. I stand a man upon this page ready to fight for love on its own battlefield. Over this past year my life has been about you, you haven’t gone that far from my mind but you always arrive at my door; your knock knocks me down. Something bigger than my ego and passion is at work. I know you and it is a love of stellar proportions. I can daydream of you for hours and hours, to the outside world I am living with a daze but inside myself I am building a greater future for us both, keeping our love alive. A man would go crazy without a proper woman.

I am being held by the angels; does that mean I am in danger? And now I can’t stay with you, I am afraid that death is my cure. Have I jumped my last stepping stone? Let myself in through heavens doors. Set forth from the light beyond, from the fight before I have to stay strong. Laying here, going, going, gone. Then being thrown in the darkest of holes, at the back of my home. My eyes I have to keep them opened, the reaper is soul shopping, he says “More often than none, you will be homed within that coffin.”  No! We could be together forever, until death do us part, I would go further than that just to protect both of our hearts. I would travel to heaven or even to hell, just so I can save you, my love, and make you my world. Now watch me deteriorate, as I feel all this weight, of looking fear in the face, seems like now we’re in a race, in this day and age, can’t be without the key to my cage, “What would they say if I wanted out?” They would say. “Alex, you are not seeing this straight, it is normal for you to be feeling this way.” To me, today, towards this world, keep me away.

Destiny is written within us all, each footstep is a word, each mile is a sentence and each life is a book, no matter how the ending the novel shall be finished.

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My life: In The Form Of Poetry.


E (video)

E (video) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I had a weird request from an UNKNOWN messenger the other day asking how well I can rhyme now that Eminem has released his new single from his 2013 album “Survival”

My Life: In The Form Of Poetry.

I’m heat-seeking for peace,

But before you’re all seated,

Please hear my proposed proceedings.

I have a dream,

Where I leave aside of me in poetry called poverty,

In a dust cloud,

My eyes open with a creek towards reality,

I’m F*cked now,

I’m all fingers and feats when it should be tongue in cheek,

Time to make my feet run now.

Maybe I should stop,

Maybe I should quit,

Maybe I should stop taking this all out on my wrists.

Words – Words are my life,

More than yours, my passion burns thrice,

I need to pull this cord,

Before I’m pulled under this ice,

Maybe I should use force, brute or otherwise,

To get my point into the right hands, right?

Maybe I’m a dreamer, dreaming too big,

You lot are disbelievers,

Believing I’m the nuisance,

Stabbing the paper with pens, crayons and toothpicks,

With all that my skin grew thick.

Nothing you can show me, nothing in this world,

The words only matter,

Front row seats in this hell,

Trapped within this shell,

Within a link to my homepage,

I’m going places, only the remedial,

I’ll hold all your vicious faces,

At events, showcases so I’ll be seeing you!

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