Poetry & Lyrics

[BatLez]

Self-explanatory, I think! Here's my first entry. ^^

I've Never Had

When the sky darkens to a grey

I tell you, I tell you, I wish I could stay

I bundle up in fuzzy scarves and gloves

And the wind beats rhythms of love

The wind beats rhythms of love


I’m reminded of a home I’ve never had

Where starlight shines easily and no one’s sad

Where we all drink tea and cakes with flaky crust

And no one’s crushed by fractured trust


Blinking lights line the powdered streets

I hear the click, click, click, of unknown cleats

There you are, unexpected at the break of dawn

And I wonder where my words have gone

I wonder where my words have gone


I’m reminded of a home I’ve never had

Where starlight shines easily and no one’s sad

Where we all drink tea and cakes with flaky crust

And no one’s crushed by fractured trust


I turn to you, my snowy boots squeaking

You smile and wonder what secrets I’m keeping

I shake my head and am on my way

And you grab my hand and ask me to stay

You grab my hand and ask me to stay


I’m reminded of a home I’ve never had

Where starlight shines easily and no one’s sad

Where we all drink tea and cakes with flaky crust

And no one’s crushed by fractured trust


I finally give in, batting frozen lashes doused in blue

You don’t mind the cold, you say it suits you

I’m led back with you and am almost glad

Because I think you may be the home I’ve never had

I think you may be the home I’ve never had

[BatLez]

Ivy

I see you with him
I can only stare
He holds you close
Too close
And I wish I had the strength not to care

We chat, we smile
Till he comes walking by
At least we were happy for a while
I think to myself
How can I be so damn shy?

I bristle when I see him
He doesn’t deserve you, I know
Those hands of his
Curl around your waist as if to show
That you can never be mine

Laughing eyes and
Pretty lies
A crushing grip
Sand drips in the hourglass
My composure begins to slip

I wish I could fight for you
But my secret has been told
I’m flattened by the weight of it
And he grins
And I grow cold[/center]

[BatLez]

here's some of my newer poetry, you fuckers

omniscient

there’s no need to show me
paint-by-number pictures
with your words because
I know yourself implicitly

I can hear your doubt through
the hitch in your breath
and see your anxiety by
the tug of a sweater sleeve

the fatal flaw of mankind
exists in the denial of the
inherent transparency of
every one of you

so special and complex
that you needn’t hide your
already too-obvious, trivial,
rancidly emotive thoughts

I read in your motions and
wording and expression
in your presentation and
hesitation and…

humanity. So what does that
gaping emptiness of insipid,
utterly useless self-betrayal
make me?
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A Story of People in Masks

When we first met
I’d taken a hard fall
long hair hid my horns
shaved-off and small

When we first met
I strived for ideal
for things undesirable
are meant to conceal

When we first met
feathers easily hidden
tucked beneath your shirt
I fell again, unbidden

Now transience is
my admitted first nature
but you long for a home
not in my crouched stature

Now I give all I can and
do what I must
but horns and wings grow
despite our shared trust

Now we belong to different
kingdoms (of thought?)
but I believe candidly that
we can weather what’s wrought

Then with your voice in my heart
and words in my hand
we will seek a place
where we both can stand

Then with a wingspan so
large and my own nature sharp
we will forge our own
land without fork or harp

Then we look on our worlds
all four of them, we count
and christen this new home
for all that we surmount
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Now Go Scare Crows

such sick parody of life
animated by a cruel deity
skillfully carved by knife
nearly sad in its frailty

asking all the while
where’s my mind
mile by mile
where’s my mind

the creator shushes
a frown pulls stitches taught
burlap soothed by touches
you only know what you ought

asking all the while
where’s my mind
mile by mile
where’s my mind

It goes too fast, too fast
and thoughts are volatile
He says this will last
as monsters haven’t need for guile
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~*Some Bullshit About Life*~

slipskin heart and a
hole-drilled mind
a body so soft that
it can’t be mine

so I wrap my own
cocoon of lies and
misdirections that
keep it all in, in

and I hope it’s not
a sin to feel so
awfully wrong when
in my own skin

logic overrides and
it’s not so bad
could be so much
so much better

so there I am again
held together by
tightly-pulled strands
too afraid to stand

all the while that
string on my pinky
stays solid even
when I’m unraveling