I wake to the streaming of tears
don't think me down on my luck
I am only gently stuck
hands begging to be free
guided by sirens
who sound heavenly
the caress of yesterday's misery
with a cup halfway filled
sitting in the filth
waiting to be spilled
they aren't friendly
these imposters in my body
don't take them seriously
we used to be apes
hanging in the canopies
where the waves cannot reach
a shared home no more
but we climb around
getting stuck
while losing ground
a few less fingers
pointless to blame
the talking mind
completely inhumane
the swords hold us high
the sky kisses us gently
our lord and savior
humanity
Feb 3, 2023
Feb 3, 2023 at 1:48 AM UTC
wake and go
strap-up and fix the razor blade
seize the day
work and get paid
**** up
no time to stop
just appreciate and fold
hang your head
"you can do it"
i'm offended
used to joke
now; who is dead?
yeah; yeah, yeah we are sad
i'm not woke
once a cutter, now only a janitor
no joke
no new years
only the past
the gums keep bleeding
my heart is intact
where is the strength in numbers?
here are zero
where is my hero
everyone here is a nero
the only god is minerva
i bet she smells like edelweiss
her hands are a vice
divide
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 2:58 AM UTC
Stuck in my head with this sickle hanging low
Within the forest of music
Nestled empty under a cradle of nature
Empty chest choked with the guilt
Quivering lips forget the words
Left incomplete as you go
The tranquil grove is no more
As the stars rain down like tears often do
The light shining above me is nothing special
This razor extinguishes the pain
The swirling blue embers reminding me of you
But you are not here by me
And now I swim in the creek
The current is pulling me into the abyss
I see no reason to comply
And the sanctified caress of the grass is warming
All I ever knew was you, and now I don't know myself
I don't want to go
What choice is there in this grief
Surrounded by the maggots and butterfly
Shrouded in your vibration
Your shoulders are so strong
I wish this was all I had to be
The anger is so primal and unforgiving
You are coming to terms and resenting me
Why should I try at the cemetery
Crawling around I'm wasted in the undertow
What was it you had to say
I just want to feel normal
Now it's too late
I'll hang onto those murmured words
Even though in this twilight I am to blame
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 10:49 AM UTC
society the suicide disease
aware of proliferation
following the reaper
abused substance
synthetic chemicals
trailing behind god
melodic tone perceptions
tears high
value low
long will it hurt
loved ones go
drapery over eyes
shadow plays
youth is growing old
give something to behave
only here is now
find the dead
hanging around the head
lidless crossed eye
it's okay
reaching so high
falling so deep
precious human soul
you walk ever closer
taste the doubt
dying on your blade
subject to be aware
visage of pain
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 2:49 PM UTC
In days of emergence and growth...
Hidden nestled confusion identity;
April blossoming evermore subtle.
The felled tree rooted staunchly.
Stuck within syllabus.
Bound by a soften hand,
gently caressed and unsure.
Phasing the conception of man.
Regardless of strength to endure.
Microcosm of macronutrients;
stunting the intellectual growth.
Ideally opinion held limbo.
Dreaming remaining upspoke.
Trees who are felled,
still crying the sap.
Forever stuck in this rut,
a calamity of traps.
Hence of alteration.
Out of this body,
with little mind.
Trickling down the web;
and upon my spine.
Addiction, headaches, sleep walking.
Cocktails of the past.
Stuck in relapse, with little to know.
Or how fast.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
If I could harness anger,
I would be feared?
If I stood at the precipice,
I would be strong.
If I was related,
who would call home?
If this has meaning.
where do I go?
Jaded with loneliness.
I weep alone.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
My identity is in question;
for as long I am to sit.
And; long will I sit.
Not a single murmur.
Just as I wish.
Nothing more, not a thing less.
I provoke answers.
And, **** for them fearfully.
I question; why?
Empathy or compassion?
Acceptance over judgment?
Turbulent or assertive?
What is correct in the end of all things?
Conscious.
Bountiful.
Polarizing.
Silence.
The answers are clear.
The practice is destructive.
Will I ascend?
Or, I may never awaken.
Maybe no one is there.
Am I?
Pick up and trek on.
Spiraling in this loop downward.
Angst; feeding upon ego.
With only two eyes to mourn.
This identity is to forsake.
Peace be but a dream.
Long will I sit.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
Cloistered momentary sanctuary
Meditating adjacent action
Instancing outside existence
Breathing irritatedly
Situation seemingly undone
Overburdened concentration
Gathering what can be
Searching floor and sky
Nothing to be found
Bound to this place
Where we are to die
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
In this segmentation I am idle
I see the blossoming of the Sun
The regret to change is right in front of my eyes
I recall this trance and it's not a dream
A different place unable to relate a specific time
I see the insanity of my actions
The reason why I am lost
The purpose of my animosity
A delegation to self loathing
And then I see you
You are a mirror
Gazing into my eyes
With a bubbling caress
You boil my blood
Tightening my chest
Glaring into my shallowness
I gave it all up
Because i'm some ******* fool
And playing coy is simple
You sit next to me
And I have little to say
But the feeling remains
I disapprove of this acceptance
But cannot reject the offer
So I wallow in my jaded destiny
Crying with the sadness of desperation
Accepting every reason why
You gave me what I wanted
And only provoked the taste
I was hungry and you didn't care
Now I feed myself upon the emptiness
And question all of the actions
Only to be conflicted
You sit with the Moon at your back
And I never understood why
But now it's so clear
Because the Sun never bloomed
And a piece of me will always be lost
Just a reminder of who I was
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
I know it's hard.
Feeling the things you do.
I have those feelings.
As if the world is against you.
It's not sadness.
It's not anguish.
I know it feels hollow.
I know it feels empty.
I relate to how you feel.
And, it's hard to try.
Sometimes you're depressed.
Feeling there is no reason why.
People tell you it's a phase.
People say it will pass.
But you don't belong.
Honestly, it will last.
Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes you cope.
It's all meaningless.
You'll want to choke.
You are important.
A importance they cannot understand.
There is a uniqueness.
A uniqueness they don't comprehend.
Just because you fall behind.
Just because the weight is on your back.
Doesn't mean you're garbage.
Doesn't mean you're useless.
Quite the opposite.
You are traveling through darkness.
A journey that takes a toll.
The average person won't recognize.
They truly just don't know.
Please don't give up.
Please stay yourself.
Don't let them change you.
Because, they will.
You are the conscious.
The feelings of this world.
Though they delude you.
You have to hang on.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC