BlueLanguage

i write original poetry. open to reqs

[mortuary9]

[mortuary9]

like what you see?

[blu3language]

I wake up with my jaw clenched

because of you

my dentist disapproves

I don't do it consciously, okay

Its not like when I

Press the words between my lips

To keep it from escaping, I try to

stop thinking of you

when I fall asleep

~Bruxism

[blu3language]

He likes

Travelling and sushi and

Whatever you want

She wants

To be needed and ruined gently and

Gently ruined

This is a fools errand

Passing flames illuminated by

Filthy streetlights

All the untethered longing in the world, but

A hearth without a home

Is spark devoid of

~tinder

[blu3language]

Not exclusive to passion, just often is

Explosive, bright, rarely unnoticed

The unbidden blush on my cheeks the only exception

I know you'll forgive my unwilling deception

As you no longer have any love left to give

So let this thought be my secret farewell gift

I'll see you soon, fiery veil on your hair

Every splash of red reminds me of what once was there

~ red is an auspicious colour

[blu3language]

I'll stay a little longer

The rain could lighten up

Or it may get heavier

You say: Just go, just go; but

What is some water

To see you off with my eyes

I walk home in rain

That never stopped

~raindrops

[blu3language]

Start by sifting your dry ingredients

Compliance, silence, and unconditional obedience

All this effort, all this work

All to create the perfect little deviant

Don't forget the baking soda- it'll make them rise above their peers

And studies show mistreatment makes them wise beyond their years

They play at your command, making music for your ears

But the bitter screams inside their heads is all you'll never hear

Now you have your golden child, cold and calculating

Time to add the wet ingredients, oh~ how egg-citing!

Before that you must first beat them into submission

What is a few sore muscles compared to your vision

Not too hard nor too soft- but just right

Until tears run and blur their sight

Be the perfect image all day and all night

Till salty masks harden, walls of impenetrable white

But though your child shines bright, all that glitters is not gold

Veins filled with anger, growing black and bold

Held down by shackles, to be battered till they fold

Young mind twisted, from all the lies you told

You say Love is weak, an act of cowardice

You say Love is meek, full of foolish sacrifice

But a mere semblance of love has been all they've ever seeked,

Amidst the growing sense of worthlessness that haunts them in their sleep

When the cake turns out more than a little

Too unedible and tart

You blame them for being bitter

For crumbling apart

For in all of that is baking,

Precision that it is

You may learn of all the tips but will never hear of this

There is more than just the recipe, purpose or practicality.

Do you have the right motives, mission or mentality?

Many only realise this fact far too late

You may have used the oven but you will never learn to bake

How do you handle the pastries

Cheesecake or funfetti

They each need special attention

In order to make one happy

Why does this all matter?

Aren't all cakes the same?

Well would you treat a chiffon the same way you treat soufflé?

Learning how to bake

Is much harder than most think

Few will see us toiling,

Fewer crying at the sink

At the end of it all,

Whatever you make

If it rises or falls

It is just a piece of cake

~ is it not?

[blu3language]

It costs premium for pineapple

In the city where I can't fall asleep

Mama, please forgive me

For substituting with peach

~ perilous recipes

[blu3language]

I still turn my head at

The sound of your name

There is shame

in the muscle memory

Like a dog I know

Only the words I love

~ bad habit

[blu3language]

Sorry for staring out of the window

Dreaming, rather than fulfilling the prophecy

Never truly losing all inhibition to have fun

To dash myself on sugary cliffs of desire

Not it spared me the turmoil

My mind is a maze of maladies

Ariadne's thread knot themselves

Around my hands, around my throat

I'm not fully sure but I

Think I cried till others couldn't tell

Where the sadness ended

And I began

~ I'm not sure what to say to you

[blu3language]

Kicking cans at 2am

Believing in forever

Hold onto it if you can

Love dies a cold cadaver

Like initials in the sand

The tides have their endeavours

~ there are many forms of hubris

[blu3language]

Bleary light

Cold and bright

Dewdrops on the window

Vacant sight

Day and night

Dreaming of tomorrow

~ moment in time

[blu3language]

- You won't be judged by the colour of your skin

- or the language you speak

- or the religion you practice

- Children aren't abused

- or raped

- or deprecated

- by us. by society. by themselves.

- The government knows best

- or at least, better than you

- so hand your organs over: we're redistributing health.

- Happiness is attainable, terms and conditions™ apply.

- The world is flat and

- this is not a lie.

- Like rivers flow clean,

- Like birds that fly free,

- I know you love me

- you love me

- love me

- love

(l)over

~truths

[blu3language]

Do your ribs creak,

Joints crackle

When you twist them till it pops

Do you wish for replacements

That don't exist

Does your breathing wheeze and whistle

Do your guts hurt

when spilling out

Truth burns down throats and towns and destinations

Tears drive the highway to hell

We wear our flesh masks

To the money masquerade

Flaunting happiness

that we don't have

In a pointless charade

Matter can be created

But never destroyed

Transformed instead

By flawed machines

You have died a million times

To get here

Can you imagine

This is just the beginning

Of a story

That's not yours

~flawed machines

[blu3language]

Everyday is a start

Towards the inevitable end

Together or apart

I hope you think of me

~ I dream of love on the train to work