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IT'S WEIRD
04:13
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It’s weird;
the ocean spins,
the coast melts into itself and laughs,
you
stand there
frozen,
clenching to the sounds
of hills shaking,
Hundred of miles of barren darkness
all around
you,
A borderless entity taking form,
You look to your left,
to hide a tear,
but see yourself smiling from across the room.
It’s a bloody affair,
This,
This,
This, running without shoes across time.
Sliding in and out of consciousness.
Awake for the boring parts.
Listening to the wind drawing blood
from rocks that will outlive you
a thousand times over.
No amount of love can fill that hole.
But feel free to keep on dumping.
the skyline like a razor,
cutting my eyes,
pink blood of the gods,
splashing across the earth
A beautiful murder, in the name of chaos
a wordless poem, alive for a second.
It’s weird;
the world shifts
but I glide on,
soothing the hounds of colon cancer,
aspiring for moments of beauty
aspiring for moments of beauty
aspiring for moments of beauty
the release of the soul
from the prison of the body
running on the beach,
avoiding the shallow foam,
as if too afraid to allow the child to speak;
The protected ego
constructing monsters
in the deep corners of our minds,
while we keep ourselves busy at night
praying to a childhood God,
that we dreamt out of fear,
out of fear of being alone,
to protect us, at least until dawn,
when the sun's harsh glow
will sing promises of bravery.
and so I am.
Half here,
half there,
half nowhere
Just air in the hair
of the woman I love,
Vapor in the smoke that climbs high
from a mouth shaped by doubt.
Just as long as they don't find out.
until the red clouds all die in a fiery swirl,
and you will smile,
cause it's all so beautiful and depressing and just pure fucking magic
wrapped in mundane human life.
It's weird.
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A cancer in the chest,
Sooner or later;
It's getting heavy, moving around
This fat body wasting time
On self improvement
Which never comes
But only tricks
The body to grip
Invisible rocks
Crumbling down
Another drink
To feel like summer
Running on the beach
wind pushing forward
the shells mount like bodies
And the songs are so mellow
And no one asks why you cry
With a pile of unwritten songs by your side
"It's 9:00 PM
And I wanna go home"
And they laugh at the half man
Dragging torn sacks of words drenched in tears
Building callus across his heart now
For years
Impersonating his downfall
With cold hearts on stage
A sad hollow beast
Fueled only by rage
Sooner or later
We just need to wait
our crimes will be punished
Our debts will be paid
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CAN YOU IMAGINE?
02:40
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This free jazz
bubble fizzing,
vibrating the dark room,
moving through the sleep world
I tend to suffer
from a bad case of amnesia,
and thus, determined
to never look sideways,
I found myself spinning down
her sunny pavement loops,
humming that neko case song
that always makes me sad,
I ponder the short life scenes,
Left to die untouched.
But not as much as I used to…
hanging in a
stolen static
space across the floor,
moving in a
constant pace
but not sure what it's for,
and the door
hides a door
hides a door
into a room with that fat kid that you love to ignore.
"You wouldn't tell a baby that's learning to walk
that he failed, right?"
the trauma feeds to survive,
It's like all of us;
it's too afraid to die.
he won't let you look in his eyes,
but you know,
You know.
"Yes, I know"
to move is to live
and to run is to ascend
But why don't you stand,
here,
with me
And say something.
Cause I don't know.
Nothing, if we are being specific.
and I am afraid of being trapped
in this brain I deemed horrific.
rejecting sleep, to keep on writing
In this dark room
laced with horns
I stumble across my astral projection
and I wish I could be more
like the stars,
or the moon,
or the mountains.
A random chaos that is just.. is..
Can you imagine?
This beauty I might be?
swimming across the monstrous pools
of galactic subconscious,
outside this frail mold,
peeking through
the slimy webbing of present time
armed by the treacherous forces
of godly eyes,
without this human experience
dragging me down..
Can you imagine?
helplessly watching the body
move by itself,
aggressively restricting the viewpoints,
it's like my flesh is shedding
tracing silver lines of glowing light expending
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Assaf Alper Pacifica, California
Extreme music artist from Pacifica, California.
Former member of Dirk Diggler and Malben.
Current member of Lipstick, Millennial Sex Recession, Richard Kern Wannabe, Zenu and Dead Dos.
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