and so like maggots my life has become
this dead rotting
ohh noo ... please not death
i feel him coming near , he reaches out
i feel his cold breath ... i gasp
i reach out !
.............
to nothing
to darkness
to lost dizzy spaces
this low deep dark ..place
this dead ....this death ... of something
in me .....
when did you stray >?
or start to decay ?
when did you lose the very thing
you knew !!
yes you
knew better .... yet with
simple smiles and wiles
you gave in
you bowed down ... to another master
to someone else
you gave your blood for him to drink
when he didn't even care to think
- the thoughts
you lay
you stay up
in awakening dreams
reliving your regret
stuck .....
death.

for no one
#death   #alone   #leave   #please   #me   #rot  

Touch the sky with me
and we can fly, fly, fly
away from these places,
wrong faces, all the traces
of the spaces we created
between our lonely hearts
and forgotten minds;
the parts of us that shouldn't exist
crying in their cavernous
pinholes, echoing
and rupturing in feeling
through the waves of something
more, something undeniable
and true. The pinprick
in which my emotions
are contained
is gargling with a blood
that pours black yet,
as it trickles through
me, I can feel it restoring beauty
to the yellowed valleys of my skin.

~~ Blood will heal me. ~~
#love   #self   #beauty   #black   #blood   #fix   #rot   #decay   #heal   #restore  
port
port
Feb 14

i am
angry.

i am
sick.

i am angry, and i am sick, and i am fucking tired.

my body is rotting,
my hands shake.
but,
i am Achilles.
best of the Greeks,
angry and righteous and terrible.
i brought the pestilence to your home- it will kill your sheep.
it will kill your flock, your herd, your crowd, your audience, mister.
after it’s killed everyone else, it will come for you.

it will taste like ginger.
like tumeric.
like sulfur burning your lungs.

there will be nothing to shield you,
no trust fund,
no banks,
no lying sons and daughters who feed only on your game.

the disease will have killed them,
it will be because of me.
the sun is mad, it’s betrayed you.
because of me.

when you look at your empire for the last time,
you will see me,
burning and rotting and

smiling.

this piece is political.
#anger   #hate   #politics   #political   #rot   #disease  

Even the most selfless creatures
retreat from their humble existence
with sordid intentions of self maintenance.

But this beast of a man needs not a drug
nor a meal, high on altruism and a stomach filled with giving back. What when he has had

nothing taken to return, withering away and
running out of resilience? He will rot in the belly of the void he had birthed, devoured by

vultures he had once liberated from a life far worse than now-- he will be consumed by the concerns of the collective.

Too much of anything is too much. /

evening ramblings.
#self   #life   #night   #care   #rot   #humble   #altruism   #day36  

Naked I came, naked I’ll leave
Then the worms will dine on me
This circle of life I cannot flee
A painless death is my only plea

There is beauty in bloom, there is beauty in rot
But in the end I’ll care not
Fingers, toes, eyes, and bone
I shall return to earth
Life is a loan

Maybe I'll be a garden.
#life   #death   #time   #rot   #decay   #borrowed  
Britney Lyn
Britney Lyn
Dec 2, 2016

Growing up as a child I only saw the best in everything and everyone around me.
I saw the world in colors and smiles, laughter and love.
I never thought that when I hit middle school the darkness would consume me and swallow me up.
Depression.
It used to be a word I thought I’d never understand.
A word that people around me joked about,
A symptom that isn’t even real.
You see, depression is this constant feeling of dread, failure, sadness…
Like you’re stuck in a pitch black pit of despair that feels as simple as a coffin.
Where you're not only cut off from the world but you’re cut off from yourself.
A ghost inside a body that just wants to lay there and rot.
I used to be scared I could catch depression as a child,
As if someone could sneeze on me and I would immediately become infected.
All of my happiness slowly being devoured.  
Depression is a battle and sometimes we’re out numbered.
Sometimes the fight is fixed.

Caitlin Cacciatore
Caitlin Cacciatore
Nov 28, 2016

“Love is like a reckless twin; I’m giving in.”
Scandipop on the radio,
The scent of marijuana hanging heavy in the air;
The fruits of my love lie wasted,
Rotting away,
Overripe and burdensome,
And I drink deeply from the sweet pools of wine
That gather where the fruits were bruised,
Either by their lesser fall,
Or their greater failure,
Having been inspected by most,
And rejected by all.

Inspired by Mads Langer's 'Lonely Street.'

Marked explicit just in case.
#love   #wine   #drugs   #faith   #failure   #rot   #fruit   #rotting   #rotten   #faithless  
Scarlet Keiller
Scarlet Keiller
Oct 15, 2016

You are falling down a rabbit hole of
hatred for yourself, and I hate you for
it. I hate the part of your mind that turns
you against yourself, for you don't deserve
it. I am at the bottom with you, for
every pace upwards I will be there
to push you, but I fear that I will not
be strong enough to keep you upright for
the time it takes you to return to your
strength. I grow weak, and you sap my strength from
me unknowingly as I become increasingly
tired and lose the will to live, drained by
the parasite within that will not let
me truly connect. Can't you see that I
am bound by the black sludge around my tongue
which coats my words and keeps me locked inside?
I fear that I cannot help you, for I
am nothing except the waiting -
waiting for my time to die.

~~ They were right, you can't rely on me. I am too broken to bring you back together. ~~
#love   #broken   #depression   #sadness   #death   #strong   #care   #rot   #wait   #drain  
J R Eberhardt
J R Eberhardt
Oct 7, 2016

The river - it sloshes, slurs,
tastes of rust and earth
I’m sure, or bittersweet or
savory from carcases
of tadpoles and crumpled leaves.

#death   #nature   #society   #earth   #river   #rot   #taste   #corruption   #organic   #contrast  
Scarlet Keiller
Scarlet Keiller
Aug 24, 2016

I cannot help but wish I was on the
first side, where life blooms in rippling
fantasies and all has colour.

On this side, where they said it was greener,
all is rotten and dead. I sent out my
poison and killed all of the grass, so now
there is nothing at all to shine its green
upon me.

~~ Don't wish for what other people say you should have. Wish for what you know you want, and you never know. You just might get it. ~~
#sad   #hope   #loss   #green   #poison   #wish   #grass   #rot   #side   #expectation  
 
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