ChemicalIsaac

I feel relieved Esteemed To have finally said what I mean They may think of me less (If that's possible) Isolate me hence but No matter the consequence I've finally broken my silence And I've only felt better since

You are a plague, madame! Selfishly surging across my cerebellum, I see nothing but you! During the day my thoughts always stray Back to a smile, subtle and secretive. You have this way To make my mind go grey. And from the fog, who? Only, and always you! So it seems, you've infected my dreams! Silently, you direct The swirling subconcious vortex And suddenly, The nights become sweet As we merge and create heat. As well, do you dwell in my sheets? So now I've succumb. Soul-sucking though you are, A more sultry succubus? None! I am the only one. Oh, how lucky I am to be plagued.

For the first time in quite a while A speeding, grinding machine Has been halted. A sucker-punch to the cerebrum Sends such a euphoric pain, But I'm reeling blissfully. What a mess I've suddenly become. Oh yes, For the first time in quite a while A speeding, grinding machine Has been halted. And let me say this, love: It's gonna take a hell of a lot To get these wheels spinning again.

The Creationist radiates innocent taboo With every glare, every articulate movement The vision transformed, entangled, subdued Each subtle change yields improvement Slowly, patience yields perfection The visual echoes of the surreal spectrum personified. Wisps of perfection, an addition to the collection The living heroic symphony, bonafide. But what has been wrought? A Beauty or a Beast? Who knows what path it will choose? Only the tedious ticking of time can tell me what becomes of what I released. Whether or not society will except it, or if it is refused. Now I wait, knowing inside I have given it all the wisdom, that a creat

Concrete and yet so transparent Creative wisps of the collective unconscious. Oh how the Muse likes to run! Frolic and dance within the abstract world. She'll stop by for a minute or two But, as is her elusive nature, she's off again in no time. To dance about some more Harmonizing Soliloquizing Visualizing It's, mesmerizing, hypnotizing. But how fickle she can be When you can only see in the dream Before reawakening to the joy of forgetfulness. Inspiration is a bitch.

A colorfully chromatic character slides through the monochrome. This radiating radical silently strolls, smiling smugly. Surrounded by so many suits and scum He shows support for his sanity and self-esteem proudly. The drop of blue in the black sea of Belligerent bleeders of bleak profit and propaganda. They fear him, this beautiful unblending ghost An explosion of devotion and ideal. Through the onslaught of blank stares Of "Yes" and "Sir" and "Ma'am" A courageous creature dwells among them. Eradicating rebel, send them reeling! You'll have all the support in the world from me.

I'm staring at a baroque behemoth overlooking the sea. It's jaundiced skin reflects the gentle albino rays of the moon above This lurching, lumbering leper. It entrances me. Her glasses form a crooked grin Smashed and kicked by cruel, taunting winds. The fading facade is a fragile shell of rotting beams and planks. She's wearing her charcoal black dress Ashes like dandruff shower from her scarred scalp like snow Upon her Garden of Eden. The enticing surrounding grounds that encircle her frame. Trees radiating artificial beautiful darkness, Panchromatic pansies staring, smiling. Turf with such a miraculous lustre I am smothered i

Her stare is so strained nowadays. Two eyes permanently stained into my soul. A pair of dripping, glowing embers cider and spark Igniting and resonating within all who dare gaze. Their echos, a flaming tidal wave. Two tender portals screaming Submersive temptations Blissfully leading me toward damnation. A gentle, mental kiss Sucking me in. And I couldn't be happier.

I no longer seek thee, Andromeda. The missing maiden waiting to be merrily saved. Find yourself another Perseus I'll no longer have myself enslaved. I've my own Medusa to slay, Other gorgons chasing me through night and day You'll just have to find your own way. So I ask you this: Do you save yourself or become prey? Do you have the strength to break the chains that weigh? The decision is yours Come what may.