Filthy Fixations | 2010

My [alliterative] take on what it is like to write poetry.




Plethora of thoughts fading into pining complaints

and courageous souls succumbing to cowardly lust

with growing empathy decaying amongst green-eyed losers 

capable of infinite feelings yet exhibiting infinitesimal emotions

amusing individual tempests enervating tempestuous individuals

rendering the passionate weary and the perfunctory wholesome no more

under direct livid light 

concealing battered details of forgotten faces

but farther away and astray

shunning off the shadows accentuating the aberrations

escaping frivolous fantasy 

for sake of unpleasant injurious incidents

despite their darkness, blasphemously boiling to be treacherously true

upon their dwelling in humble houses replacing hollowed homes 

Gaps

Prominently prevailing

betwixt voiceless vocals

and screaming silence

reparably beyond repair

 as the malevolent pen mellifluously keeps bleeding

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