Transition Into... by A.J. Macabre (books for 7th graders .txt) 📕

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Foamy sea,
That salty dog,
Lick your heel,
That seething wound.

Empty the bottle,
Tip the barrel 'round,
Enter the ocean,
Mouth open,
Where have all the pirates gone?


Leaving You


My mind is not. I am unwell. Don't feel the touch. No blessing.
No sanctuary. My heart is not. I am cold. Don't deem it nessisary. No understand.
No future here. My body is not. I am numb. Don't bother, Don't look. No grace. No hope left.
My mind is not. Not able. My heart is not. Not willing.
My body is not. Not there. My mind is not. My mind is gone. My body took my heart.
Went with it


The Ghost and Death


Send me letters from your grave,
Imbued with blood and lust,
The way of always,
Why would death change you?

I'll fake this whole world,
Tear down this spit existance,
Think backwards until time,
And reverse this facade.

Transdimintional,
Lay with me,
Call me a liar,
Your translucent fingers,
Somehow still calloused.

This magnificant disorder,
Demons on one shoulder,
Ghost on the other,
Melted sand reconstructed,
To show such a troublesome reflection.

They dont make love like they used to,
In days of black and white,
The lies have fallen many,
Shades of unknown coloring the inbetween.

Your mouth, that speaks in riddles,
The way, which serves you,
Your hand, That tries to lead me,
But i pass right by,
My eyes closed.

Unconcious parody,
Will i always see myself as who i was?
Fragmented, plyable?
A prisnor of some escaped glory?
Slave to disconnected memories,
And shadows that fallow along side of my road?

Chaod,
You talk in every changing voices and tones,
Tell me that living shouldnt take so long,
You fill the room like smoke,
You are the chill,
Perminating my very being,
You are the something about the dark,
That makes my skin crawl.

The illness i feel,
Is just another day,
Your apparition,
That lies within the grey.

My life in photographs,
Bitterness remembered,
But your presence here,
Is not melevolance,
But future and past.

The world could turn black,
Crumble down around,
And i wouldnt notice,
Sleeping with flowers...
I am the ghost.


The Road With No Centre Line


Teach me something i desire to learn,
Tell me something that i dont already know,
I want the same feeling that you get,
The sense of accomplishment.

Sometimes i grow weary,
Of just these words,
I cant reach the passion that i want,
Where is my muse?

My outlets are limited,
To this,
And you...

I run deeper in my mind,
Like the black ocean depths,
My feelings are grand like a caynon,
And not few,
Or far between.

My mind is crowded,
With melancholy love and blind discontent,
I would rather wish for everything to cease,
Than to feel this bottled up.

I hate what i cannot express,
And i can not express myself.

What reason for these words?
If i cannot clear up the rest?
Breath it in, the new, breath out, the old,
I want the feeling that i've grown,
To stop haunting me,
Stop tormenting the things in my chest...

My heart is pounding,
Lungs seized and i cant breathe.

Life is a clock counting down,
And my hour hand turns round,
I feel it like a cancer growing,
Stepping into someone elses footsteps,
Just to get somewhere.

The storm is upon,
Packing my bags,
Headed no where fast and ravanous,
Down a road with no center line,
I know this will end,
In the crash,
In the burn.


Where Have All the Pirates Gone?


I am the corrupting influence,
I've got the sugar coating you cant lick,
A mix of confliction,
Mass consumption,
Utter destruction of values,
And total moral decay,
Hands washed of redemption,
I make my bed with jokers and creepy crawlers.

The time of black and white,
Of bowlers and feather boas,
Superstition and shilvery,
How its dead,
Standing in front of the now,
In front of some angel in deaths lair,
That wears no masks,
Hides no shadows.

Flashes in the corners of my eyes,
Figment come,
To take over my mind,
Hear the news,
Music through a think fog,
Those big ideas,
The ones that were priced to move,
Might as well have come from space.

The burn,
The ride,
Into,
Shade of gray that is morality,
Spaec and time,
I will not survive.

Onset of sleep,
My effenity for the idea,
Time until we have none,
Peel the layers back,
Coated codine and spiced rum.

Last nights coffee,
Spooky emptiness,
This persona is daunting,
Tedious in its rememberance,
Wading in concrete shoes.

Your not the clothes,
Not the lies,
Not the green in pockets pulled out,
Your the dark,
Down in the core.

Tell me a ghost story,
A page from the big bad book,
Brace for impact with spoonfed reality,
Zombie apocolypse.

You dramatic being,
Taste of divinity,
Smell of gasoline,
Losing the battle to gravity and the guards holding up this fasode.

The burn,
The ride,
I go where the rollarcoaster take me,
Fast or slow,
With lost cd's in phantom 5th diminsions,
Different colored dyes,
Cats eyes,
Dialated,
Like a lady,
Like the night,
Inside.

Thunderstorms live inside of me,
I asperate rain,
Breathe in the clouds,
Moons live in my eyes,
But the stars have all gone,
They lived in my heart,
But you've stolen it.

Six feet under the sun,
And burning in the light,
Six feet into the maze,
But i can find my way,
Because baby you shine so bright.

Can our worlds be combined?
Refined,
And boardering,
The last resort,
Why should words keep me still?
Why should this heartbeat keep me here?


Suicide of Hope


It's not wine but it does the trick,
The slow burn from your cigarette,
Smoke drifts, makes me want it.

Rememberances of someone,
All the little sentiments that i adorn,
They each tell a story,
That I meant something to somebody.

I wear it 'round my throat,
I wear it 'round my wrist,
I wear it upon my fingers,
All those that remain memerable,
Like something thats missing.

And if i thought you should know,
I'd write it in a poem,
I'd sing it in a song,
If i thought you should know,
I'd spell it out in the sand,
Arrange the letters in your alphabet soup,
If i thought you should know,
I'd so anything but say the words.

My life is sparatic,
No time for relationships,
I dont chase,
I get chased,
But i am the hunter,
And you are my prey.

The closer you get,
The higher the wall climbs,
The more you want,
The further I pull away,
I frustrate you until you dissipate,
Into the ether where I leave you to flounder.

I've lost the ability to cope,
With the things that come at me head on,
Lost the ability to hold on,
To the things that i want,
But scare me away.

Why are the strings always tied so tight?
Why are they pulling ever harder?

Guide my hand,
Lead me mind,
Pull my heart strings,
There is no compromise?
Why must i always be the puppet in this play?

Words unspoken are better left that way,
Words unspoken are perfect.

No emotion,
I like it that way.
Unhinged lust,
and selfless satisfaction,
I like you better when you don't talk.

No connection,
Only attraction,
No commitment,
Just hours spent,
No sentiment,
Just ravaging moments,
Of utter contentment.

I wear them 'round my throat,
I wear them 'round my wrist,
I wear them upon my fingers,
All those that remain memerable,
Like something thats missing.

The thing's that make me remember,
Those meoments I never want to forget,
The trinkets, my pain,
Pulling at the strings again,
Situations I debate on,
The decisions I avoided.

And if I thought,
And questioed the whole ordeal,
I think you should know,
I'm not a family girl,
I'm not the type to settle down,
I've been there, it ends in dispise and despair,
And I think you should know,
I come with baggage,
That cannot be checked at the gate,
I come with a past,
That cannot be erased,
And i think you shoud know,
I've been dire,
I've been suicidal,
I've been evil,
I've been homocidal.

I think you should know,
I've lost the ability,
The desire,
To fall in love,
I've been there,
Dont want the pain again,
I've run away from every impossible situation,
Every attempt to have my heart,
Win my undivided affection,
I think you should know,
I dont get controlled,
I dont take demands,
I wont be dominated,
I thought you should know.

This is my poem to you,
My song to be sung,
My stick in the sand,
My letters in your alphabet soup,
I thought you should know,
You are Sisyphus, and I am the hill.


Reminescent of a Love That Never Was


I met a Yorkshire man,
Our language is the same,
But i make him repeat everything,
Just once more,
Just to hear his voice.

You ask me who I am,
I say I am the one that loves you.

Your recital is my poison,
Is my Cadbury Cream,
Your touch is my rescue,
Saves me from the Americans.

I walk the Abby,
I visit the Glen,
I climb the stony Wall,
Paint White the Cliffs with the same name.

I told you that I wished it would storm,
And while you were sleeping,
Rain came from above,
You didn't even know it.

I didn't know it would be like that,
I find myself one step closer to home.

I find myself in Blackpool,
I find myself at the Bathes,
I find myself surrounded by the past,
My heritage, here at last.

We made love in the dawn before morning,
I told you I wished it would storm,
And while you were sleeping,
Rain came from above.

And when you had awakened,
You asked me who I am,
I say again, as you take my hand,
I am the one that loves you.


The Fray


There is a lack of my will to inhale,
To take another breath.
My will to see another reason,
A point to it all.

My hands are dirty,
And tired from work,
My body sore,
And longing to lay down.

All work and no play,
All work without a reason,
All life a chore,
A life heading to the grave.

Don't think that yours' is not the same,
How can you live and love,
Knowing that you will someday die,
Sooner or further than now,
I fail to understand.

And does a greater purpose lie beyond that bridge?
Is there something more to this,
On the other side of the plane,
On the other side of the darkness?

Everyday there is a new fear,
Something bubbling,
Something learned.

Don't tell me to leave it alone,
Don't tell me to