Numbness coats my skin
it coats my eyes
my mouth, my brain, my legs
I can barely move
nor do i want to
dumbbells are on top of each shoulder blades
they hung down on my cheeks
they become the shirts I wear
my shoes...
my eyelids
Tired
I'm waiting to be set free from these chains
these awkward chains
and people stare at me
question why I put my head down in long silence
help me, no don't
I'll be okay
I let the dumbbells drag me to the ground
Let me add on its process
I don't want to be here no more
don't want to see the world around me
don't want to feel the touch of predetermine passions
there is nothing but numbness and weight
But what about the light?
who cares, I rather die
then wait
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
They only come when I'm exhausted
Existing until I blink
and when I try to bring one out
It makes my stomach sick
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
The One with the Timberland Boots
Those gigantic feet
Which I peek
Was close to mine
Though I had to sneak
The stench of my odor
Coming from my ***
Was making me
Insecure very fast
But luckily the stalls divide us
Our bowels and touch
And all things that blind us
Except for the smell
Of course that was true
But with our smells combine
There was nothing coming through
Between us…
The love that we made
That came from pain
Has thus began to fade away
Including me who had to go
But I will never forget
The Timberland Boots
Who sat near me in company
Throwing my insecurities off the roof
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
How can I rid my existence?
Should I blind myself
so that my brain can rot in darkness
or maybe with a hand knife
silently scraping the nerves on my skin
like dead potato skins
duck taped
and tears streaming down my dented cheeks
Maybe I should plunge myself into a Coma
and put myself in a dream where I can be in servitude for my transgressions
Should I cut my ***** off
for when I *********
all that comes out is lifeless *****
awaiting for a burial ground?
Maybe I should take my soft soul
into the palms of my hands
crush it with all my might
so that I will never be reincarnated again
The immortal soul reviving existence
by using the existence of others
Why should I let this little soul survive
who doesn't share its own existence with others?
What a terrible waste
a waste indeed
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Lost
Where am I in this alley?
Whose dark and rough walls give the sky
A daunting blue?
The maze I’m in
Whose walls are dense
Are not denser than the cement in my head
Constantly pulling me down
Kneeling
Searching through the alleys
Blindly
To find the exit…
A exit
But where?
My hands touching the grainy ground
Made them appear like the talons of a vulture
Use to attack an invisible force I am not able to overcome
The only thing that can resist
Is the multitude tears which gently landed on the floor and splattered
Fast it went and formed one single line
Towards the exit
I collapse trying to grasp the stream of tears
My head streaming in and out of consciousness
I wonder
Who will reach the exist first?
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Get the **** out of my face!
you fucken toad
making me have anorexia
so hungry that the only thing my body can digest
is my happiness
but still my love for you is strong
all because I'm so scared to see your face
because I know that if you smile again
our fates will be sealed
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Chapped Lips
The cracked skin on my lips
Represents the crack on my heart
About to break in tiny pieces
The more I smile
The more my lips stretch
The more my heart breaks
But dare I let my lips falls part?
Dare I put lip balm on?
To ease the pain
To cease the blood…?
The Lips overflowed with blood
Like a fountain
And with a splash from the wings of a bird
Gallons flown over my chin
Formed droplets
And stain my shirt
But the smile stays
But not the heart
The heart is shallow
There’s no more blood to keep it pumping
Just a fragile glass
See through it is
But its crack near the top left is hard to see…
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Drip
Drip
Let it drip
rain droplets
that stings my face
and flows across my sullen face
my eyebrows drench
my lips moist
my eyes surrounded by water
where the cornea of my eye became a pool
those same wet eyes looking to the heavenly skies of charcoal
blocked by branches full of red berries
red dots in the sky
Like an insane painting
I vigorously wave my hands to the sky
trying to rid the blood
like a car's windshield, stained by someones brain organs
spaghetti and tomato sauce
the blotches of red from the sky fell
like greasy bullets
Gravity increased its accelerating
piercing my skin
infected piercings, my skin turn green
one sour green berry slowly fell into my mouth
Now I'm finally free.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
I don't know what to do
I try to escape
but I am imprison in hate
and although I submit
all they do to me
is spit
when i cry
all by myself to call for help
I begin to drown
and loose my light
"my light" I exclaimed. Thats what I need
I try to reach the sun but all it does it scream!
"Go away!" it said You do not deserve
But why does it not give me the confidence I need
in order to utilize its light
and spread to all who plead?
Betrayal I felt is only left now
dark and light I had neither crowned
I tried to reach inside for help
but both sides oppress me without a doubt
what do you do when you're oppressed
by the evilest of witches and the saints of pests?
do you just submit and hope the best?
And let your fate just slit your neck?
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Rats Dropping Like Flies
I eventually encountered one
A crime scene it was
Its sulfuric acid smell of hell was overpowering me
Making me numb
And I saw the maggots
Crawling for a place called home
Although they made a home which was never secured
There was no funeral for the rat
He was just thrown in the trash
It was ******
Destroyed by poison
Its mouth was open
As though calling for help
Nobody wept
For the fear of being victimized
But a close friend of my died
Should I weep or should I have thrown the remorse in the trash?
I didn't hesitate
For in this world
A rat is just a rat
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC