A dormant fear is stirring,
Tremors in an ocean trench.
Tsunami waves of panic
Flood the shoreline village of my mind.
I’m broadcasting intricate distress signals,
But your Red Cross sensibilities
Cannot decipher the code.
One more second of living like this
And the many people I have become
Will surely all drown.
“Wait! Is that a lifeboat in the distance?”
“No – it’s just another day.”
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Hand write
( Hands right
Sinistral kid)
Me a love poem.
(A sonnet?
Whatever)
Make me feel like a queen,
(Like Joanna of Castile?
I know who she is, you ****
Like I am worshipped and adored.
(Like Imelda Marcos then?
I have more shoes)
Make my heart flutter
(Arrhythmia
Whatever)
And swell until it bursts.
(Be careful what you wish for
......................)
Treat me like a princess
(Shanti Rajya Lakshmi Devi
I've Googled her as well)
And make all my dreams come true.
(I dream of a loaded gun.
So you can **** me?)
"No, just myself.
All I want is for you to ******* feel something".
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
So maybe you deserve better?
So maybe I'm just the same.
And does it make you feel clever,
For letting go of things
That made you important?
This feeling has to die.
I never wanted this and I didn't want to try.
It's not the gun that's the killer,
It's the bullets deep inside
Of the heart that is poisoned
And you're screaming all the time.
I'd rip my own skin off to make your feelings mine.
I'm not staring, I'm just asleep.
I'm not staring, I'm just a sheep.
I'm not crying, my eyes began to flood.
I'm not bleeding, this blood is ******* mud.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
I gave you a chocolate bar last night.
As if that could soften the blow of divorce.
A divorce that hits,
With all of the force
Of things that came before
the last few scenes
Of this remorseful divorce.
I invited you to breakfast.
As if eating cancer inducing bacon with our children,
Will close this void.
A void that has grown,
As you try to avoid
Eye contact with the man who annoyed,
But was gravely ill
And took no joy
As his marriage became
This hideous void.
I love the smell of freshly signed divorce papers in the morning (sic).
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
She
Rides around the supermarket -
Got her head on tight.
She
Rides around the supermarket -
Got to flow.
She
Steals glances with a gun and
Runs away.
She
Steals children with a gun, so
Start to pray.
The
Final bells are signalling
Hell to pay.
The
Final bells are heralding
The judgement day.
I am broken waters and made of scabs.
I'm a broken down drink of water, laced with scabs.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Just straight repeats are playing
In the darkness.
"Beat me" proceeds burnt out,
******** wisdom.
Broken, beat-up, second hand,
Used emotions,
Carve grooves and ruts so deep
On fractured psyches.
"Don't you want to turn it off now,
Take their hands and give them cleaning?"
"Don't you want to burn the house down,
Gather ashes and give life meaning?"
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Once upon a time my breath
Caught so hard I thought my chest,
It...
might...
explode.
It might explode and the thought that I,
I might fall down and then just die.
This
is
the
end.
"But there's love, love on the kitchen floor" -
"But there's death, death at the table" -
And my heart
Will break itself in two,
Because I'm ready willing able.
So don't stop.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
Under the bitter sunshine,
You had to beg me to be still.
Still I could not contain my thoughts
Of how all these things had come and gone.
So, people the boards with those who play their parts,
Those who no longer want to feel strong.
We wither under your watchful gaze,
We crumble under your wrath and scorn.
We didn’t choose to have our hearts
So empty, yet so full of dirt.
I didn’t want to drink my weight
In this poison of my father’s choice.
Now as we lay in broken beds,
Not alone, but still apart,
I will dream upon that summer’s day
And lament the loss of your civility.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
So, you're dead?
HUH?
What do you mean, "you're dead"?
WHAT?
This is just typical of you.
A man of your age should've known better.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Break
The heart
Of the one
That broke you.
Smash!
Burn
The lives
Of the ones
That bind you.
Smash!
Tear
The flesh
Of the one
That haunts you.
Smash!
Smash, just for the sake of being heard.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC