Tag: isaiah

by ISAIAH

Ain’t no such thing as a broken heart, only tears
that you still cry, and contemplated scars. The future’s
bright, you can’t see. I’ll leave the door ajar,
your name somewhere written in the stars,
but if you don’t smile it won’t gleam too far,
so mobilize ya cheek bones and put that smirk into place—
some dudes are stupid, don’t deserve the time of day,
and usually the ones you want end up that way.
Some people run through trials to see that face.
Keep ya mind open, and let the heart pace.
You are a goddess, ascend, levitate and elevate.
You’re soul army strong, stressing over empty weight,
but if you still feel like you need a hero to catch you,
I’ll hold ya mental stable, so you won’t go nuts, cashew.
I’m not a bad dude; I’m just looking for some gratitude.
Seems like you need help ascending to new altitudes.
When the weather’s looking dark, open up to a better view.
I can’t really know, I think Nirvana’s meant for you.

by ISAIAH

The white and black checkered,
strapped to the chair, severed,
there go the limbs, fingers and toes,
again, and again, again and again,
attacking my walls, drip by drip
as much as I wish, I slip,
my torturer exists in a doubt
my conscious,
don’t eat them,
devour them.
Even your best friend,
no one will accept you
after your change,
switch back to reality,
those people he’s killing, their lives end.
Go ahead eat him,
devour him,
before he eats them,
you’re no longer human, foul,
you know:
“I am a ghoul.”

by ISAIAH

Two sides of one life, with two minds.
With 3 eyes, it’s still hard to see light,
poems with remedy, joking in soliloquies.
Still hard to hold on to loose vines—
the more you lose grip, you lose life.
They continue to drop weight on you.
A ship’s more beautiful when it sinks.
It proves the imperfect, important. Depression reeks,
the stench it stinks. Fighting for respiration,
dark skies don’t mean precipitation, no hesitation.
In my dark sometimes nothing equals something.
Don’t jump, you let them cut you to short stumps.
You’ll grow back, nevermind that, triumph.
Still no conclusions found in those two minds,
find something with that 3rd eye.
I guarantee with my life,
the answer isn’t suicide.

by ISAIAH

I read the contents of your heart clear,
as if the lens were pierced over my iris, sear,
none; the soft-spoken often left unfed, suitcases
left un-freed.
The girl who brings your heart to combustion
glares into the portals leading to your inner oceans.
I believe opposites disintegrate each other’s notions.
Nothing left for you or her to feed on,
your heart of gold and hers of stone
send messages through magnetic fields.
You’re here for her love, she came to steal,
peels, the casing of your heart, and will,
your prior undying self-esteem.
“Love, you stole my light.
Please, let me gleam.”