“You said hi to me,

should I reply or

must I die while

 you walk away,

Until my heart beat

for your name.”

©®Artsydhude 2019

™ XenoGrapx



Spring me a cutie.

 “Leave me a mark where your dimples

left a pimple at my smile,

from 9 am to 9 am”

©®Artsydhude 2019


. . I lost a life outside my past.

I won my freedom near 10 years removed.

I lost the argument yet I didn’t want to win a week of my heart,

into stressed butts and,

scratch marks never left my side.

I kept letting her win as my mind wandered and wondered,

how of my hurried and worried life as days passed.

Since I threw up all of my material into a vessel,

I asked a lovely grey named,


She did tell me

 “Don’t worry emperor of my heart, 

I will see to it your Avatar in Pleadis will be with you.

Look up as you live today not


not even a single tear from the

bones of yours.

I love you,

Never worry,

nevermind all.

I will be with.

Love me in my memories,

you will be.

You are.”

I want to lose each time,

so to know what winning does

and the knowledge applies not yesterday

only at the moment of life, love and the light which gathers.



®Artsydhude 97-19


Puppy boy.

My eye,

my candy.

Oh baby baby.

What is it when you gaze to me in a second,

where I am 

what I can be.

In that loving smirk of your chuckle.

I do miss your eyes on me,

wink the wink.

bat the lash.

ooh baby,

gimme some lustful smiles.

I can go on.

Until at night,

your face is all I can hear in the light of the dark,

where something is swinging until,

your loving face is at me again.

I am addicted in you,

but don’t want 

none of your touch.

Only to long after you,

someone tugs my leash,

saying unto me.

We’re going.



®Artsydhude 2019


Post dramatic syndrome.

Used to be the one who;

makes you more stronger.

makes your ego elevated.

gives you all the benefits of all your doubts.

Saw it too often,

I heard myself screamed without no love in sight.

I heard my anger without anger.

I did not see all of my sense left me.

Zombie or not.

An empty shell of me.

I can see,

but not see my life in front of what

I used,

to love.

to cherish.

to give everything I got.


I want nothing to be a drifter in the wind.

To flow and go through all motions,

what a day can take me.

what every step without leaving.

what any way to feel all of me left already.



®Artsydhude 97-19


In at the line of. . .

Find me a strength to make a fight.

A fight that does not last,

that does make things

not right 

nor a wrong word to make my day,

be more colorful than a month back.

be mundane enough to see the black sky as the only blue clarity as I see fit.

Inasmuch to have nothing,

yet only a longing embrace from a deeper sense of what;

I will make,

I can take,

but of all the pink cake 

I shall not want.

Only to hear the spiders laugh,

the smirks of cockroaches takes the half

of humankind’s feet.



®Artsydhude 97-19


Lost in my mind,

then after losing my heart.

My stress became arrested,

not of days. . .

into things I cannot,




Only to exercise my 

submission to you.

Coz I know you do know

what it means,

to treat me as not,

to treat me as a,

yet I can only see your eyes

can not see me.

As I am now,

only for you to see me

as I were.

If we are to live like so,

I dunno.


®Artsydhude 97-19


. . where can my mind take me, 

when this heart of mine shattered.

Whom can I take all of which my soul can not take, 

while all of my spirit binds and never left.



®Artsydhude 97-19

™ XENOphagz