The Pulse Is Overrated

even your martyr wears his best suit to this affair logical reasoning is something you should shoot for i'll aim for the sky myself soaring above our city your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth now i walk in circles flipping through old photographs i've been wounded but not fatally don't even bother trying to assemble the puzzle for my compassion is missing and i'm canceling wishes by the skyful moving forward i lose track of time and my sense of sight visit him lord and kiss his cheek for me and thank him for the glasses you saved me from his grasp and cleaned all of my wounds the towel in the ring alone like yourself all alone i sit and read your letters and i force a smile soaring above our city your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth now i walk in circles flipping through old photographs i've been wounded but not fatally

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

poetry written in a tongue that only you and i can read we forget the world with one prolonged embrace marching to the beat of a near end song your crystal facade cracks quietly with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind i continue trying to give you the key but your foot's already in the door one hand on the phone the other on a blank picture frame left alone to remember all the wonderful memories we never had together there were no memories for us to have move your hair from your face and look me in the eyes with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind i continue trying to give you the key but your foot's already in the door forced to forget tomorrow each breath becomes more precious than the last drastic weather changes make me tired hopefully the worst has passed me now flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress your intentions were more fair than your skin it hurts to smile when your indecisive ways freeze my emotionless expressions marching to the beat of a near end song your crystal facade cracks quietly with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind i continue trying to give you the key but your foot's already in the door flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress your intentions were more fair than your skin over and over again, i seem to lose my mind like a leaf in the wind of the most atrocious of hurricanes carelessly and directionless it floats away goodbye

this dream i'm living will never end when i attempted to place your abominations into words you fled with disgust lions weep at the sight of their own weakness the day's darkness overwhelms our spirits i'm still fortunate enough to know someone like you the waves remain placid and invisible receding the shore with ironically horrific malice caught in a war against the blues lions weep at the sight of their own weakness the day's darkness overwhelms our spirits i'm still fortunate enough to know someone like you we walk every where with sheets over our heads praying they won't recognize us you're a paper wall and i'm your wrecking ball the silence spreads like fire across our field of dreams lions weep at the sight of their own weakness the day's darkness overwhelms our spirits i'm still fortunate enough to know someone like you you're a paper wall and i'm your wrecking ball

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

the stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion i'm counting grass blades to pass the time queen-sized comfort awaits my tired eyes remember me? i'm your satire's locksmith you referred to the way of the sword as hope despite the blade in your back two days pass and there is still no sign of the sun but you wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct on the contrary to the heart's self-imprisonment your horse-shoes fall like hail remember me? i'm your satire's locksmith you referred to the way of the sword as hope despite the blade in your back two days pass and there is still no sign of the sun but you wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct i hear your name in the wind my collapsible heart skips a beat you remain in my head only as a bitter-sweet memory i've given up sleep so i can pray for you day by day, i bite my tongue i hear your name in the wind my collapsible heart skips a beat you remain in my head only as a bitter-sweet memory the mental song is sung it shakes the ground beneath you

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025