flyingbyyourwire

[flyingbyyourwire]

Love

A doll leaving home for the day.

It checks the windows to make sure they're closed and all the locks to make sure they're bolted.

And, right before it leaves, it checks in on its witch, who still hasn't gotten up for the day!

But she doesn't need to! And it's okay for her to sleep in!

Before it goes, it places a kiss on her cheek!

She smiles and responds -

"I love you, doll."

The doll closes the door with a parting response.

"I love you too, my lady."

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[flyingbyyourwire]

at the end of the day

i don't know what to say

my emotions are thin wires

watch them fray

I long for the rain

feel the drops soak through the bone to my brain

let my body dissolve

draining away with the rest of my resolve

this creeping forest path continues to spiral

i should hit the center

yet the trail winds on and on

flitting phantoms pull my arms but do not guide me

each ghost takes a piece of me and i feel more hollow

they vanish before my eyes, there's no trail to follow

the rain kicks up mist from the forest floor

now I'm lost within these woods forevermore

[flyingbyyourwire]

The most sure sign that someone doesn’t know much about poetry is when they insist that poetry has to rhyme.

And the most sure sign that someone is a little too pretentious about poetry is when they say that they hate rhyming poetry.

[flyingbyyourwire]

I mess up my lipstick every time

Washing it down with coffee across from you

My stubble always pokes through

Like my hairy legs under a pretty dress

My dresses never fit right

My bras always have space

Do I always have that stupid look on my face?

That silly smile I've always had that messes up all my pictures

My haircuts are never right

Try and try as I may, I can't hide what I may be

Riding that dividing line

Will I ever satisfy anyone but myself

Can I even satisfy them?

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~Touch Starved~

Every night I feel the space in this bed

It feels like an endless void in my head

I cherish every little touch

It's all I get, never enough

To fulfill my cravings

What do I need to silence my brain's incessant ravings?

No matter how much I tell myself it's okay

It's all in my mind, I just need to put it away

The desire crawls back on its own

Latches to my back and whispers to me I'm alone

Why does my stomach churn without it?

How is it's absence worse than drugs

All I have are ghosts to hold me close, weightless hugs

Memories of a time when each ember was lit

When I'd feel the void fill again and know

You weren't so far away

[flyingbyyourwire]

more than anything else, marxism-leninism is hope. capitalism is such a horrifically soul-crushing misery-inducing catastrophe that coming to grips with its full impacts is enough to drag anyone down into the absolute most miserable despair. but on the other side of all of this is a fight to dismantle it. it's a fight dating back centuries, one which is still being fought every day by people all around the world. marxism-leninism is a flame that will never be extinguished. one day this fight will be won, and the clouds that capitalism casts over us at all times will part, giving way to the eternal sun. marxism-leninism is the profound belief that a better world is genuinely possible, and that we can make it with our own hands.

[flyingbyyourwire]

it's a hole in the ground

a hole in the apartment wall

it doesn't look the same to you

it feels like a prison more and more every day

this place is poisoning

the roaches are never ending

a rat running on a wheel

hoping one day to flee this cage

but speed a slippery rat doesn't make

a moth hovering around your lantern flame

closer and closer, may it consume me

it will all feel the same

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I started to sleep on the couch

the walls are too flat

it rains all of the time, but never when I try to sleep

black dogs run the shadows of my tiny home

I trace their paths back and forth

across the same two rooms

standing in the dark in a cloud of smoke

ever solitary, a figure in the dark

I stare at the sky, waiting for the rain

[flyingbyyourwire]

all these goth love songs

remind me of you

i can't listen to my favorite songs anymore

cause all i see is you~

isn't that the point?

is this all there is?

isn't this what i want?

to be reminded of you~

every year gets further from you

yet these songs make it feel brand new

it's not their fault

I know that listening will be this result~

these empty walls bounce music of your voice

the empty halls remind me of my regretful choice

these goth songs, my catharsis

guiding those memories out from my subconscious

[flyingbyyourwire]

Wanderer

I have no home, for I am a wanderer

When the dust storm rolls in

You'll wonder where I've gone

You'll ask why I left when I was wanted there

I've met many faces and touched many hands

but I'm a fleeting touch, a phantom limb

Out from these shores I swim

until I find my next home land

Years will pass, the next group will go

New friends will learn my name

We'll fight together, we'll share the flame

yet another year passes, and my name is a memory deep below

I am the wanderer, for I have no home

I can not commit, I can not understand

I must always keep on walking, I must withstand

Because I am the wanderer, and alone I must roam

[flyingbyyourwire]

Nearly a decade has passed and nothing has changed

or has it been longer?

Has everything changed?

I've always been the one to champion change

to accept that life is a constant series of transformations

often violent, rarely painless

often dynamic, rarely pointless

so what do I do when I've failed to notice things have changed

when after over a decade, I look across from me and see an empty void

like the dark mirror of myself, the me that failed to get away

the friend I failed to rescue

the life I left behind for greener pastures that turned out was a mirage in the desert

When I came crawling back, were you already dead?

Like talking to someone from across the universe

We spoke for years and years over a crackling radio

sharing stories and games and laughs

and when I finally crossed this painful, violent universe

when I searched for the dynamic voice of my most meaningful friend

I found that you had died many years ago

[flyingbyyourwire]

endless black nights

such glorious blind eye sights

what's a ghost supposed to do

lost in the never-ending heavens

like a screaming comet

tearing across the still night's sky

like a blood red phantom

haunting the corners of your room

endless quiet nights

such maddenning eternal fights

that never happened, would I wish they had?

are we better off with a whimper?

like a shooting star

falling like a white light scar

like the music of a phantom

crying out from the corners of your room

[flyingbyyourwire]

It feels like I'm holding on by a thread

Every night praying it's a dream I'll wake up from instead

Never felt this alone

Spending entire days looking at my phone

Hoping that I won't be the one reaching out again

All I can think is if not now, then when?

Like a prisoner in a world of my own mistakes

I do what I'm told, yet things still go wrong

Months and months pass, each takes and takes

Still a coward, the pain remains strong

No future in sight

No peace to be found at night

Surrendered to self-preservation

Constant isolation

I feel pathetic, weak and unable to move

What should be my plan, what do I do?

Like staring down the barrel of the inevitable

how can I have a goal, would you ever understand

Perhaps nothing would feel preferable

Will my body stop feeling, am I able to withstand?

I'm tired of being the only one to care

All I think is that if not here, then where?

[flyingbyyourwire]

We used to be like lightning

captured by the rain

I've never been good at fighting

only in vain

only in play

Now we walk a divided way

Naivete cursing me, believing I could ever change a thing

I scream and reach for you

Don't let it pull you in

It gets under your skin

An insidious poison giving power to

The ancient texts have been read

A future predicted only in darkest crimson

A battle where we only end up dead

Walking a wasteland alone and arisen

Naivete cursing me, the way things change but not for the better

Promised loyalties tested

On my laurels, I've rested

when it comes to you and me

Now, it'll reveal if you can ever see

If your eyes would open again whatsoever

or will black medicine blind forever