Somber words, elusive, elucidate tempered
Syndical urgencies, gnarled, arising rarified
Cubical euphorias, blatantly swathed by silks of
Lustrous elocutions, flashin’ trypophobic glints.
Severities inculcating deified exuberances inside
Throes harnessed in remediable dogmas within
Discrepant oddities wearily knocking on worths.
Inside liquid lucidities of sparkling surfaces,
Incandescent matters, loosely held by sways
Indicative of the preeminence of the genus
In microbial substances of latent mutations,
Insolated trails of sputtering drops denied by
Intermarginal rises strewn with thick outlines;
Intermingle, then they vanish.
Approximations of proximities found in the
Annunciations in the bed riddled with lies.
Spirit sucking mantles
Are stored in watery graves;
Where sprites are saved
From suckling mentals,
Where excreted secrets lay
Further than coastal manta rays,
So should it remain.
A ghoul passes
Plucking one from
The watery depths
Past the cape.
The mantle is worn,
Ripped and shredded,
As its fringes bled,
While the ghoul
Ways to race away
From impunity’s pleas,
While it limply drapes
Riddled proclamations of love
Prove to have been nothing more
Than trash slopped sewage sludge.
Oh yes, please go ahead,
Please waste my time
For the sake of your rhyme.
While I tend to your bidding
Doing exactly as you portend.
Just a puppet in disguise,
Pretending I’m nice.
While I decide
These series of unfortunate events
Have occurred in my head
A digestible truth
Thinking that you’re dead.
Your droplets of deluding sounds
Bounce off the surface of my umbrella.
I hear them,
I try to evade,
Then she sends
A down pour.
But I know
I’m not special or unique.
I like to dream
That I might be.
But I know I’m different.
Sometimes I feel like an alien.
But I know I’m not the only one.
To say your face is beautiful
Or to say your soul is breathtaking
Isn’t sufficient enough;
These words that describe beauty
Lack the ability to portray
Just how beautiful
I think you to be.
But I will never say
Your face is more beautiful than nature
Your soul is more breathtaking than the cosmos
Because I’d be lying.
But I’m the biggest liar I know.