1/17/2019 0 Comments TouchedThe sun shines brighter in my world
Since I’ve met you. The sun never came up, but now it does. The black veil covered my sight. You unveiled me. The veil restricted me from seeing, but now it doesn’t. I have been touched by my very own angel. How happy I am with you. I shall call you Happy. The way your tail wags when I come through the door. Your ears perk up. And you bark, jumping up and down for me. Yeah, I’ve definitely been touched.
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1/10/2019 0 Comments Silent ObserverI'm an observer, merely an observer.
I am not part of this world. Floating in nothing watching everybody else. I wish to be part of this experiment. But there are too many differences between us. I'm an observer, merely an observer. Always alone and watching others put a smile on their face. Invisible to this world that I'm not part of. I'm an observer, merely an observer. I am a lone star wishing to be apart of a constellation or just a small cluster. If I was to run out of air, no one would care. If I was to die, no one would say bye. I am lost to the world. I'm an observer, merely an observer I am not part of this world. 1/3/2019 0 Comments Fix MeFix me
Break me Shatter my soul and release the shards of life. I want to them glowing flickering in the moonlight. I want to feel nothing and everything at once. Inhaling the last bits of oxygen Hold it Fold it Twice over Exhale. That's good let it out breathe. You're okay, it's okay don't cry. Not everything's going to be alright. 12/6/2018 0 Comments Too brokenEmpty sighs cries a why after every sentence
Pennance they say. Repent and you'll be free. But these words are empty, unfulfilling, unwilling to face the truth. I'm too broken to breathe. Too broken to leave. A mess on the floor. A hole through the door. Everyone gone. Flown out. Free. But the glue that holds me down is stronger than any ounce of courage I have. Too broken to breathe. Too broken to leave. 11/29/2018 0 Comments I'm DrowningI'm drowning
With no sound Nothing around to grab a hold of To save me from going under. It's getting dark Until there's no more light to see. 11/22/2018 0 Comments Anonymous ExchangeAnos and Non always sat in the front a seat empty between them. Non had a girlfriend, but Anos, might have been single. They seemed perfect for each other. Strangers, but companions in a sense. They held the royal court in CRWT 045. No one knew it but me, the creep two rows behind. Spikes and tattoos, a shave to the side and a shave to the back, they complimented each other in a way only my twisted mind could see. There was a loss, but there was also something to gain. If only they could feel what I see, a delicious mesh of two seemingly perfect people to make one. Anos and Non. Non and Anos. 11/15/2018 0 Comments ChangeChange is just a friend of fear, a sister to self-consciousness, a cousin to awareness, and the child of time. The clock ticks to your demise. Nine months to be born, a hundred years to die, unless you fall out of the race early at fifty-four. What do you do with fifty-four or hundred years? What can you do? Shame flies around for the chance to bite and inject embarrassment into your face, red blood flowing tainted with the poison. Change is a child of time. Spare change sleeps in the dark crevices of your couch, pocket, purse, floorboards, or bed. It lurks until needed and found. To be used at the cashier’s counter, as shame bites again. Why does it matter, isn’t still money? Spare this penny a lost future, and use it to buy a burger. Keep the dollar. Let’s try this again. Spare change leads to: Fear of embarrassment Self-consciousness Awareness of the line you’re holding up Time being consumed by the digging and counting Change leads to: Fear Embarrassment Self-consciousness Awareness Time So what’s the difference between Change, and Spare change? 10/11/2018 0 Comments StuckA mouth that won’t speak
A heart that can’t beat A mind that can’t think A soul that only weeps And a spirit trying to rejoice. Trauma-induced muteness 10/4/2018 0 Comments The Sun's Conspiracy pt. 2I latch on to something real, only to have it dissipate into the chilly air. A thread skips through the knots of my fingers, slithering across the hills of knuckles and finding refuge in the burning rays. What I grasped is gone. Losing sight of reality turns dire when the sun peeks over the horizon, sliding its way over the moon. Who knew the radiance of light could kill a bond I shared. It severed a link. The light kills as bad as the night.
9/27/2018 0 Comments The Sun's ConspiracyHow much can the body take before the shivers shut it down? The body moves like a crushed snail. Where is the blazing fire ball from space? Where hast thou gone? There’s no escaping the powerful tune of 59. 58, 57… As the countdown to shutdown screams bloody murder in its intestines. Where is the blazing fire to kill the frozen bumps biting pure flesh? 40, 39, 38. Internal organs turn to ice cubes, turn to glaciers. The fire in the sky glances at the body, then hides Behind the sad puffs in the sky. The body is beyond healing, the body is dying an internal freezing death! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Poof the body disappears like a speck of dust caught in the cold stabbing wind. Only the phalanges of the right hand, clutching a red lead pencil remain. Why am I, it, they, shunned by the beauty of sunlight, for it runs and hides Like we’re playing a game of hide and seek. Does the sun think me a friend? Or foe? Foe I believe, because it let the body die. Oh yes the sun kills with a stab of ice, and a clogging of heat. Beware of the white blaze, it will put you to shame, put you in a grave With the others. |
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