the lost children (unfinished)

Plans of a child soon shape old
as mother gave life to bold twins
irrationally joined at the
chest, head and hip.
Cursed with southern blood,
one had half the heart
the other half the brain
neither could be tamed
nor decide who was the accident.
Four legs and four arms
violently kicked and stabbed
and stabbed and kicked,
at each other they aimed
but themselves they hit.

They always fall short of a blessing
even with a church on every
crazed corner side, please pray
for the numbered children
they jealously shot short of mass
murder, grasp further
into a pride that divides
them-coincides them into
sibling rivalry,
cut them off with
a red-line, train
them to throw names then
induce fames to streets of
high and low range then
tack a sign on their
back: "lost".

so that their sisters will
see southern struggle beyond
their own trouble.

though this sign won't be enough to find
the heat of the twins identical, their egotistical
heads will bring a constant fight, their thirst
will see droughts at night, their bond
will allow no sight past peripheral,
a failing cycle reciprocal.

anthony (tipped)

{collab with tyler anew marie}

lost like words on tongues,

tipped. he's gone

more than his thoughts could rip
mouth could sip,
muttering words
on his jaws they dripped,
teeth he chipped trying to take the last sip

tipped. off your love

he's faded
syllables jaded with every swallow,
soon to follow a stumble so serenely placed
between the intoxicatingly clear idea
of your face,
faced with his face on the floor:
lips bent, drunken
intentions meant

tipped. and sore

painfully seeking
violently reaching for you and your
presence your comfort your essence
no longer his to hold
truths unfold, lies once told
are cold and sold
auctioned off to the masses
intertwine, no more
only emotional clashes

faded. and broken

breaking every inch of you not worth taking
shook and shaking whats
left, uncovering your skins
unmasking your breaths,
stealing whats left
until he's left
with the thought of you
unwind, no more
only emotional flashes

faded. and fading

into the silhouette
of dark as love crept
out of the hearts and into the hands
of the man that demands to be loved
seeking the approval of
those who gripped
and were ripped
from the arms of their better halves
snip, cut the chord

tipped. overboard