Rhetoric

You are a fallacy.
Semantic and etymological meanings?
They don't apply to you.
You are the caesura in my line, I trip--over you.
An illusion of allusion, colloquial subjectivity
Your name is cryptic
Your words are polyvocality...

My syntax is confounded.

Curl

"Curl up with me" she said.
I follow my hand, led by her grip.
My fingers falter,
I close my eyes.
I am crying but at least--
at least I have purpose.

Intrigue

Intrigue me.

Intrigue me with your essence.

Cloud my skyline with your fog, ripple my surface with your rain.

Come into me, shelter yourself within the fortress of my rib cage.

You are safe here.



Leave me.

Leave me at the crossroad.

Turn around and walk the other way, bring your tide in from my shores.

Take the trap door, leave in the night, escape my siege.

There is no escape.



I am a trap, springs loaded, chin up, shoulders back.
Freckles.

Slouched against the wall watching.

Magnetic.

I am a blowtorch, not an extinguisher.
I will drive you crazy, engulf you in flames.
Your coal,
Your ash,
My fire.

Sound In Your Face by The Messiah

Hey, so here's my new track. It's called Sound In Your Face, I mixed Die Antwoord with Bassnectar and added a few things.

Feedback is appreciated since I'm new to this! Take it easy and keep feeling that positive vibe :)

Shea's Fight

A Moment with Shea and her fight

"If I Die Tomorrow" by Liz Gustafson

if i die tomorrow [at least i've lived]

i won't live my life waiting around
always wasting my time
instead i'll chase what i want
and when my feet can't go on, i'll crawl
'cause if i die tomorrow
then at least i'll have tried

i won't live my life in fear
always bracing myself for the wrong
instead i'll plunge into the water
hoping the water ins't too cold
'cause if i die tomorrow
then at least i'll have felt alive

i won't live my life in caution
always taking the safer way
instead i'll take a leap of faith
enjoying the free fall
'cause if i die tomorrow
then at least i'll have lived

my callused feet and broken bones
are proof to these words i've said
'cause if i die tomorrow
at least i'll have the scars
to show the life i've lived

you came out of nowhere
shook up my etch-a-sketch
and now youre gone.

I do not fear the ocean.

I do not fear the ocean

I think, I feel, I cry

sand swirling around my legs

as if a desert wind swept them up

millions of tiny people

spinning around each other

no gravity just

movement

I do not fear the waves

they knock me over 

as I struggle to find a place for my feet

the sand protests

pummeled by a thousand pounds

with the force of the moon’s gravity

I tumble

Somersaulting with grace

upside-down cartwheels

back bends, hand springs,

out of control but embodied by the water

I am covered in salt and sand and simplicity

If only you would want me 

unconditionally like the ocean

tides always pulling me in

a constant reminder that I am

worth something

I don’t fear the ocean

the ocean will always take me in

it stifles my cries 

surrounds me, picks me up, holds me

suffocates me, soothes me

I do not fear the ocean

But, darling, I fear you.

The Owl

I used to imagine that, if one were to see my soul through my eyes, there would be nothing; not emptiness, not sorrow, not dreams, but merely space, as if looking into a skull through the sockets of it’s hollow eyes. A roll of film on repeat, a broken record, a wailing car alarm. A child within a kid within a teenager within a number thats supposed to mean adulthood and maturity but means absolutely nothing when it comes to the -- nineteen. He and I, in pain. I had gone after him after he left. I knew him better than he gave me credit for. Perhaps he too was in a way dead, love his coffin, keeping him from his own life as he lay there in silence. His hair blowing ever-so-slightly in the wind.   He had left and didn’t expect me to find him. I always came looking for him. I buried my wet cheeks in his chest. We collided in the summer heart. We were torture. We could hardly breathe. Our love was dying. 

The owl would sit there every night, staring at him, with deep eye sockets and soul-less eyes. It was a constant reminder of everything he should not think about but could not shove out of his mind. They were the same and he wished he could be an owl too and fly away with this bird so that maybe there might be two happier souls. He wanted to reach out and hold it. It hid in the shadows, just like he did. This roll of film was black with white, black and white, and white with black. Every time he sees that photo he wishes I were dead. He never did believe in ghosts. 

The idea that a single facial expression could reveal how I feel about the complexity of this world is simply ludicrous. He always did appreciate my ability to say what I mean, articulate if you will. The red in the photograph felt like the blood that was growing cold in my veins every time he grabbed my hand, or turned my face to meet his expecting lips, or said those three words that I was forced to reciprocate. It was as if proclaiming his devotion once was not enough. Both times I didn’t know what to say. He wanted to make sure I knew it was coming. At the time I didn’t believe he was falling in love with me. It was silent and the glow from the street lamps bounced off the reflectors which burned spots in the corners of my vision. My wet cheeks were buried in his chest. Fear that the blackness that surrounds us would suck us in like a black hole’s gravitational force pulls entire planets into inexistence. The second time it was real. The sand between my toes sunk into itself as I hid with my arms around his neck. The ocean water was still dripping down my legs, and I could feel the sand in my hair. There was hesitation in the waves pulling me back in as I slowly climbed onto the shore. And theres not much different between having him then and not having him now. That time I died once but, you see, I’ve been dead all my life.

Maxitron

Maxamillion the Max-Man of Maxitron,

Today, i miss you a lot.

So many adventures I'll never forget, always remember and never regret. <3



Love always,
Swish Fish

kitty

strain

Once again, killing me,
the force from the whiplash
you give me jerking
forcefully back and forth
my emotions straining
tearing, snapping tendons

I’m struggling to hold on
My grip is tight
my sweaty palms--

the butterflies.

the Butterlies in my stomach take flight
lifting their wings across my mind
I float.

When you make me remember
why the constant reminder
of your rejection
fills me with joy,
I float.

I do this to myself.

The Tragedy of Sysaphys

two hemisphires of the world
everything and nothing
I mean nothing to you
You mean everything to me.

The feelings in your soul
you try to suppress
I mean everything to you
You mean everything to me.

I’m all that I’m not which makes me
everything and nothing
When I’m standing on your equator

you keep me here!
what is this game you play
dragging me along for the ride

do you laugh behind my back?
surely this is a game
I’m just a fool, trapped

this is my fate,
for to love a girl
is to be Sysaphys

she will forever
be pushing the rock
back down

the brook

I found a babbling brook
drawing emotions from springs of
past and present fears
a constant trickle
around the crevaces of my face
the angle of my cheekbone, my
jawbone, my collarbone

who knows where the water goes
after it falls who can find it again?
but what once was always will be
because of what you said
without your words

I am not alone.

no title.

Dear Shea,

Hey, its Maddie.I'm not sure where your soul is right now, but I know you can hear me. I'm having Emma read this to you because I can't be there for you in California although I wish I could be. Wherever you are, I want you to know that you, Shea, are an amazing person. Its no secret that you're a fighter, and I know that you can keep fighting as long as you know that you have something to come back for. When I first met you, I'm not going to lie, I was a little intimidated because you were to pretty and confident. As I got to know you more and more over this summer, I got little glimpses into the world of a girl whose thoughts and ideas were way beyond her age. And yet you have the spirit of a child with curiosity and wonder and kindness that is hard to find. This summer with you was awesome! So many good times, I can't even remember them all! you've always been a homie, shea, and a trooper. I can't wait to see you when I come back from Denver and give you a huge hug because I know everything is going to be okay. You have everyone looking out for you and we will be praying and thinking positive thoughts, so if you can find that energy I know you will be alright. Please hang in there. I love love love you shea, you can do this. you have to do this. I love you always and forever. Keep it real girl. <3 Swisher

The Train

The sound of an Angel
singing out to the world
her breath catching cold

her lips expell the grace
and beauty of a dance
intertwined strands of smoke

heart beat constant
even beat, chug-u-chug
take me far away

she holds me warm I'm safe here
taking me on a great adventure
The train, she is my Angel

Realization #2

syncopation in the snow
rhythm of my feet
I rock from heel to toe

the sounds of a million tiny
clusters of ice
grinding against each others' edges
wearing away at --

syncopation of ice and water
switching feet
my footsteps in the snow

the fall of a million
particles in god's tiny tears
bodies crushed under my
fleeting step of
heel to toe

a void of reason, I fell into
right then in the snow
like a melting on my neck
dripping down my back
syncopation of ice and water

on my back, bare, exposed
in the snow numb and melted
surrounds my body
a syncopation of ice and water
a membrane that surrounds me

syncopation in the snow
reality exists only in the membrane

reality

horoscopes kill me.

Your heart is going pitter-pat, Gemini, and you're tempted to escape into a romantic fantasyland in which you play the starring role. The bad news is that something may be trying to hold you back today. It could be that your conscience is coming on the scene to remind you that work needs to be done before you can go off into your own little fairytale world.

Tension may be a bit high with everyone and everything you encounter today, Scorpio. There will be a strong need for stability and discipline, while others call for fun and frivolity. You may be caught in the middle. The worst thing is that no side, including yours, is going to want to compromise. Try not to take things too seriously.

concentrate

"Hi, I'm making it hard for you to concentrate"
1/5/10

underneath

the surface.

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u

I look up but I can’t tell what’s holding me