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Reflections of Ruin

Internal affliction on an ultimate high,
he pins himself under his own prison.
Surrounded by this intangible dome,
it was never intended for me to enter.
Thickened skull of confusion and anguish,
progresses the fire burning within he.
His extreme acts hurt himself and those he love;
mine amour once rid him of such injury.
Free loading memories wear out welcomes,
undermined thoughts take flight in thick fog.
With even bifocals, he’s blind and I’m invisible;
too impaired to see that I bestow of him my all.
Smothering the one light that brightens his skies,
he’s immune to this self-imposed darkness.
Convinced that loneliness is the only place to call home,
I guess he won’t be appeased until he’s a carcass.
Reflections of Ruin
– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://sythest.deviantart.com/art/Self-Destruction-215215723

Night Visions

The back and forth of loneliness,
swings my way at full speed.
Faint thoughts of you leaving,
escorts in drinking myself to sleep.

Late slumber intoxications,
I swear I’m truly losing it.
Nightmares versus sweet dreams,
in my mind you’d never omit.

I’m trapped between insomnia,
and sexy perpetual urges.
I need your every touch, your kiss,
in you I long to be submerged.

Mental pictures of being taken
in your strong, captivating arms.
We share this magnetic aura,
my sexiness, your irresistible charm.

Sightless stares into ideas of you,
persuading riots of emotion in time.
I envision you laying by my side,
captivating hearts, desirable crime.

Spared of this solitude of dim truth,
my dear you exist only hypothetically.
Waiting as if only for seasons to change,
though empty I’m filled completely.

Unloading explosions of bliss while
bantering me until my heart races.
Vitality fades as I turn over to find
myself lying next to notebook pages.

Night Visions

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://woodenitbeamazing.com/2014/05/27/how-well-do-you-really-know-your-dreams/

 

Man Child

Son of man with a
misconception of himself;
vulnerable to the
absurdities of life itself.

He’s a hustler by nature,
that’s how he views himself;
throughout the day he’s an actor,
by night he’s bottom shelved.

Beautiful beating heart,
to me remains evident;
known to sell his soul for
foolishness; dead presidents.

No one listens, so the
wind hears his silent screams;
potential for greatness if he
paints his darkened dreams.

With his customized teeth and
desire to be free and unfurled;
wrestling with insecurities, lost
in the depths of a secular world.

Exchanging happiness and
couth with material assets;
always running from the truth,
he’s got no more lies left.

Trapped within a glass cube,
with no intent to see through;
there’s no denying, if asked,
he would imply it’s all true.

Wandering down this path of
Loneliness Road;
incapable of u-turning 
he continues forward.

Fear of reflection in this
mirror, broken entirely;
wounded pride and scarred hands
are healed with foolish qualities.

Like chameleons adjusting
to uniformed habitats;
afraid of exposure and change,
the lost boy drifts back.

Girdled by toxins unseen
to the trained human eye;
if he keeps this pace who knows
what’ll become of this life?

Man Child

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9hg7S97kXU