Mammoth Bones

"I know that there's friction between me and you. I know you're uncomfortable, believe me, I do." .................................................................

[heartilywrittenpieces]

in the dark.

[positivelifestyleandgoodvib-blog]

I’ll sit with you, until the light shines through and even then I won’t leave you.

[brioblessed]

Rip open the wrinkled bag to witness the pitter-patter of circadian truths

(Tic-tac-toe boards and pretzels during lonely late-night studying sessions)

Our memories are moved from our sleepy heads to the mountainside

(Brief reformations of the alphabet slashed on drab sidewalks and drug stores)

Everyone who takes these winding roads will read pint-sized dateless proverbs

They’ll chase ragged flags of surrender and sink like stones off caustic curbs

I’ll catch them in earthenware mugs and fish out the hollow aggression

I’ll stir the chestnut drinks with my thumb, sending a beat out over my blood

I'll harbor myself so no else one will see my twinkling sugar tooth

I’ll do it everything I promised while last year’s mantras capsize in the mud

[brioblessed]

I want to be loved by black rain that falls from strangers and off of umbrellas

So I can wring that sweat out of my brows and swirl it into syrupy soot

Rubble frequents places we have been like cerebral concrete crumbs

The terra-cotta citadel under a hood of undaunted sleet

I’ll skip a stone across the troposphere/ beyond the crux of a legend

The seven seas become a starless mirror for the repercussions

These are the short stories stratified under a slushy girl’s gray matter

Kick the snack machine in my head and words like these will tumble out

Come take part in dough rolled out of the densest daydreams in the state

Trucked in from other obliterated capital cities I must renovate

In packages of salt crystals and other pulverized subliminals

-Cerebral Concrete Crumbs

[brioblessed]

You let me know repeatedly that we’re best friends until the end

But to be truthful, I wouldn’t rely on the likes of you even if you paid me

You could offer me all of the warmth in your hoodies

and double it with your enormous hugs

And I still would be too mega-sized to lay down next to you and your deceit

Lest you reduce me to air conditioner exhales

And swipe your fingers through me as you settle into hibernation

You entitled me to unpack anywhere I unearthed contentment

So I scattered like a swarm of needy lightning bugs

Because you told me I’d never again obtain a love like this

And that is how you unmade me and removed my stuffing

With the tug of one previously insignificant thread

[brioblessed]

I know how to make myself move; I motivate myself with the microscopic mortals

I forged from portions of my skeleton.

My anatomy is a sinkhole I have extracted extra bones from

To morph my secrets into citizens, who, now,

Are stomping their way through my lonesome.

[brioblessed]

Concerts of melodicas and spiced tirades

Know that I’m sorry if this concludes anticlimactically

My shoulders are too mushy for anyone to lean on lately,

Reel my breaches in and give me to my district,

Solicit me to cleave to the elastic of your clothes

Scads of decibels are loosened from my gallant post

The stilted diaries and blunt tongued drudges

The cobalt freckles and earl grey smudges

I wanted to draw a map on my forehead, but my sticks of chalk have fallen through the decks

I’m sure by now you’re seasick; so you can ditch me while I doze.

[brioblessed]

Rattle me and label me navy, until my surname comes back to me.

It’s absolute zero in my temples, and wow I didn’t see this fever coming

Casts of abstract postmeridian slumps and stints of brooding

Crates brimming with echoes of knaves; the nebulous prose to which I am alluding

Circling in the margins of my optical barricades

Rimy marina shanties, spinning out from their strumming

I’m walking some sort of swelling plank with no one but myself to thank

I sense that this dock does not cease, jammed shapes leaning, and oh, this headache

There’s no prominent forecasts in the ledgers that imprint me greatly

Suspecting that there is no pith or bearing to match this rampant amplified humming.

[brioblessed]

Put a tangency meter to our truce, to check if it has changed

We used to be undercover; I hate that you’ve been superimposed

Previously, a dozen or so sentences from you would send me reeling

This season, paragraphs from you are one-dimensional, tepid trips

We used to be the glitch gang, I used to come in snazzy strips

And every other tab had an original, resolute dealing

You’ve become indifferent to the tight sockets from which icicles drip

I cannot watch this anymore, we used to be so up-to-speed,

Our outlines were conducive, and our customs were setback-free

We’re not the mechanism that I miss, we are static and teal

I have no medium goodbyes, my warm regards are sweating

Welcome to the last episode

These channels play back the frequencies you’re forgetting

And I’m not attracted to your thought process anymore,

I’m only drawn into one insufficient mode.

I had an affinity for you, but that stale programming is caving.

[self-healing]

stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.

[brioblessed]

The lining of an esophagus or a nook punctuated with your phantom presence

Inconsequential fun sneaks into my calendar, and I am urged by pledge to cast it out

It’s wrong to have a friend in you, or be intrigued by haunting before doubloons

We’re not units of similar parties, we should be cataclysmically incompatible

We shouldn’t be pausing here, pushed into one, beat, sore, and slouched

I have much more sensible things to do that relocate your slackened legs

If you lose rigidity ahead of me, bereft of color or determination

I’ll be the dude who mummifies you, and settles you into your muggy origami tomb

I know why you’d think we were meant to be; our bravado is collateral

But I can’t stay in this ambience with you, living off of dregs

Your energy, it gauges me, but this is not our beautiful home

The merriment runs out at three a. m. as roaches skitter through our couches

And I layed down this slant rhyme so that you’ll be aware that I’ll be going

As soon as I’m both versed and trained in crime and bioluminescence.

[brioblessed]

I could forgive you, watching from my sealed, translucid vault

Where you’ve made me the dependent variable,

Labeling me as slow because you call it sodium and I call it salt

Rushing against the sides, pitching, tilting, pounding,

Evidence for your notes, the ones with the letters all slated,

Undeterred as you shut your petri dishes in finality,

Leaving whatever’s inside asphyxiated,

Reciting my various verses as I let my surface boil,

As you pack up your supplies, wrapping me in argent foil

You inhabit everything, you inhabit everything

And I, the sentient paste, can stick to objects that have vacancy

We could be unsurpassable, turning paper clips into rings

But you are only interested in proof and fact

My uses you add to yourself, my shortcomings you subtract

And soon I’ll stop considering whatever I wanted us to have

And regain my physicality.

[brioblessed]

And I’m so attracted to the wrinkles in your psyche

There’s an organ transmitting trilogies, bounded by mutuals, set by set,

Isolated by your cranium, which behaves, even glaciated and benumbed

Your conversation skills resonate like so much a box filled

With the sonance of drumming hammers and motorized drills

Surreptitious, secluded, musing over this rebranded modern age

You’re intuition; you’re plugged into unpublished places, you’re my charge

I’m a sequence of blueprints and a compendium of common sage

I really want to squeeze someone who is untouchable,

Making a sincere killing with you while we’re both riveted at large

I love the second module of you because you’re plastering hints and hits

That show, through symbols, the pending installment of our cinematic parallels

By means of the internet

We’re unequal, but that hardly shakes me, because I also love the words

at my opposites and at my extremes

You and your browser records, a saga of summaries of novels and memes?

At least, that was the rendition of you I copyrighted and thought deserved my saving.

[brioblessed]

Swimming, against the current, through tempests that threaten to sabotage what I have gained

Get ready to be hit with the culmination of all of the power that I can hold

The slivers of moon that will never wane;

When it comes down on you, you'll probably see my sadness undulating through the midst

But that won't be my fault; these events are due to the mentality that you main.

If I could end it in the way I want to, trust me, it wouldn't be like this

I do what I do to confuse my nefarious opponents, and to entertain

[brioblessed]

I'll snap awake and into productivity at day's first blush

I'll cover my chest, where drops of doubt or gloominess may glow or gush

So no pays attention to my sadness, fixated on muscle in its place

Cheering me on from the stands with their sails in an arena hovering on torrents of wind

(Even if they'll soon vacate the premises without a trace)

I will pose before multitudes of gravity defying, gray sky beings

Depending on me to be unsinkable

I'll let them watch as I drag wispy whales out of the sky like they're some tasty treat

I'll pile them one on top of the other and pull them apart with my pointed teeth

I will squeeze acid rain onto my cheeks just to bring new saturation to my look

I'll make all the rules up in the moment and claim that I'm playing things by the book

I will strangle any ill-fated shark that wants to be the monster in my maze

I won't let any mutant or titan force me to engage in its meaningless games.

[brioblessed]

Gray Sky Beings

Some time ago I swallowed a rhapsody like it was composed of fuming handfuls of crust

I’m zeroing in on my capabilities, my reinforced goods, and feeling satisfied

I haven’t left a single stone unturned, or abandoned any schemes untried

My face used to be constructed of flesh, but now I’m a snickering statue of concrete

I’m full of impassioned pyrotechnics that race, helter-skelter, through my thoughts

My imaginary sidekicks reside inside of me, and rush to my feet

Solidifying my soul, so I can never retreat.

They keep a need to be victorious deluging my understanding, so I keep taking shots

At anyone who wants to call my bluff, refilling empty spots

And now, this is the one routine pushing my hollow heart to beat.

[brioblessed]

A front door bolted shut and a roof blown out, cutting out the barrier

Between us and the unsafe air and strings of history

Like tinsel draped over boulders of time, demanding that I snap my glow sticks

You dished out the spare change and I wiped away the crime

And I defined this bet

Looping in and out of trenches plunging into the terrain inside my slumber

You’re different than the other young adults; with your costumes and your tricks

But I’m a watcher and gatherer of puffs of pensive smoke and lumber

I guess misery loves company; they say the more, the merrier

Like emotions are infectious, and like everyone’s a carrier

[brioblessed]

Drag me by my nostrils out of this stark sinkhole I’m knee deep in

Force these knees to bend and propel me somewhere above the acidic smog

We want to remove the many-hued lines that trail our sore, barcoded skin

Shame makes the layers of a human chip away, causing the drain of dreams to clog

A tattered strip of an insecurity complex; a new edition of the same carnivore

The meat of the matter exposed on a poster upon your bedroom wall

Cartoons of us and throwbacks of lukewarm expressions

Next to scribbled arrow hearts, graffiti letters, and messages of

please don’t ever change

And photos laminated with your favorite memories of before

Your longbows aimed high, your targets true, the barrels of your cannons set

Your trampoline outside your third floor window, there to break the fall