lost in lucidity -

By Six-Out

I'm lackluster in eloquence
and all out of anything that could be defined as
elegant. trust me. this time.
and I'll deconstruct a line of delusion.
a memory.

bleeding meanings from my eyes.
and calling them tears.
with a few left over letters running down my cheeks
begging the stars to scream back.
because these nights. these dreams
they're way too fucking empty.
as the moon is throwing stones at me.
I'm a waste. in a wasteful world.
therefore I'm nothing important.
but I'd rather live.


with closed eyes and fingers hitting keys
as if they'll paint a masterpiece when I'm not looking.
ashamed. that I've forgotten the touch of a pen.
hair in my face- to hide the denial.
and I'm a waste.

but I don't want to die.

-a dagger of metaphor to my chest.
plunge deep. and let these words kill me.
because I'd rather live in these letters.
than lie to myself.

lost in lucidity. I paint my dreams.
and I'd rather live.

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© 2006 Six-Out
Published on Tuesday, January 31, 2006.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • Dilated View On Friday, September 14, 2018, Dilated View (583)By person wrote:

    Miss you and your pen man. Loved the conflicting concepts in here. When the world is a bitter place we find our escape, create a better reality. It doesn't make the world change, but maybe it shifts our perspective just enough to put up with it for a while. Come back and write sometime.

  • A former member wrote: simply amazing :)

  • Aunty Depressant On Thursday, October 26, 2006, Aunty Depressant (434)By person wrote:

    Just enjoyed much.

  • Aunty Depressant On Thursday, October 26, 2006, Aunty Depressant (434)By person wrote:

    Just thought I'd take some time and look at more of your writing. I was cringing at computer, too impersonal, and had to pick up paper again to get started writing..this made me think of that feeling I had. Was sweet to kick back, instead of be at desk. J

  • PoeticHellion On Tuesday, May 9, 2006, PoeticHellion (191)By person wrote:

    Why are you just the best? Mmm. "I'm lackluster in eloquence and all out of anything that could be defined as elegant. trust me. this time." Love the beginning. And it's not true.

  • elisa On Friday, February 10, 2006, elisa (1616)By person wrote:

    '...begging the stars to scream back...'........is that too much to ask for...?....*sighs...surrounded by asterisks*

  • urbanhumility On Wednesday, February 8, 2006, urbanhumility (1175)By person wrote:

    your words are always intelligent and demanding attention......my eyes flow on your words................well done...............urban

  • Railway_Butterfly On Wednesday, February 1, 2006, Railway_Butterfly (354)By person wrote:

    This is nice. Really nice.. thank you for sharing it :)

  • Railway_Butterfly On Wednesday, February 1, 2006, Railway_Butterfly (354)By person wrote:

    and was to be considered in this way.. and I particularly enjoyed the opening verse. 'I'm lackluster in eloquence' it's almost like you're being ironic.. the words, to say, or read or hear sound wonderful.. then you consider what they mean..

  • Railway_Butterfly On Wednesday, February 1, 2006, Railway_Butterfly (354)By person wrote:

    for some reason.. the full stops in this really stood out. I tend to over use commas, maybe that's why.. but it was really effective. Like every bit of what you said was a statment in it's own right..

  • nightshade On Tuesday, January 31, 2006, nightshade (120)By person wrote:

    damn it six you made me cry and this is one gay guy that doesn't usually cry i guess this is why we all think of you as a god on dp man but the pain in this piece screams hurt but the hope strives to break through

  • A former member wrote: .."with closed eyes and fingers hitting keys/as if they'll paint a masterpiece when I'm not looking./ashamed. that I've forgotten the touch of a pen.".. this twisted my heart in every way imaginable.. like biting a fist to suppress a scream..

  • A former member wrote: ..this hurt me, for you.. so fucking much. *hugs tight* ..you amaze me, sometimes.

  • A former member wrote: this broke my heart, jon. you are much more than a waste. *hugs* you are beautiful.


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