My ******* neck hurts.
There’s a collar around it.
And tied to that elastic collar is a huge *** chain.
I don’t grip the chain, it belongs to someone much stronger than me.
And they love the way it feels in their hands.
They love the feel of the cold metal against their scaly dry skin.
And they have no intention of letting it go.
So I crawl around these putrid floors near their feet.
I feel the freedom of the 10 yard chain for a liberating 5 seconds until suddenly my neck is overtaken by the squeezing and constricting that reminds me of the consequences of my actions.
So I crawl back towards his feet.
The blood rushing in and out of the valves in my heart as if there was a fire in my veins,
And my lungs desperately contracting and expanding to keep up with my pulse.
And he smiles.
With every rotten tooth in his mouth.
And he says,
“Haven’t you learned to stay within the boundaries I’ve made for you?”
So I recoil, and lay by his feet, unable to be free.
He is the master. And I’m his ******* dog.
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 11:32 AM UTC
I like putting things in the freezer.
Even things that don't belong in there.
Like Reese's and Gatorade.
It makes them more appealing.
Or maybe that's just me.
You see the freezer can do some exquisite things.
Things we take for granted.
It stops the growth and multiplication of bacteria in its tracks
by throwing it into an environment at which it cannot flourish.
So, instead of your chicken rotting six days after you buy it,
it can wait to rot until you take it back out of the beloved freezer.
How handy is that?
But the freezer doesn't just work on chicken and ice-cream.
It works on much more.
You can use it for memories, feelings, pain, fear.
Whatever you want, really.
You can place those nasty things in the freezer, and they cannot multiply.
They can't grow, they can't mold.
Well, not until you take them out at least.
I like putting things in the freezer.
But my freezer is running out of room.
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 6:55 PM UTC
I am sick
The sky is green
My stomach turns inside out
Your words are yellow
I can't avoid them
My skin is orange
My eyes are black
Black like I'm wearing shades but I'm not
It's black like a rotting banana that's leaving a smell
Attracting attention
I'm chain smoking through days
Not liking the taste
Coughing up deconstruction
Collapsed stomach and lungs
I'm sick because
I'm unravelling like a golden thread
Like a tent full of birds
Until there's nothing but purple left
Hands wave from a train I need to be on
To stain me velvet red
To mix me yellow
And to dye me brown
Like they want to plant a garden in my fingertips
And write a novel on my skin
About strangers and fumbling for wrists to hold like the world is empty
Hands that make you fall from your graces
About walking into a bar and finding God
About sunshine falling from the gaps between teeth
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
You are like shards
Of broken glass
That I am still picking out of my skin.
Everytime I think you're gone,
I shift a little
And feel more pieces of you
Working their way in.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
I love you
simply
because I have paid the price
you are
simply
Mine
cj 2016
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
It is not great men who change the world, but weak men in the hands of a great God...
Oswald Chambers
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
Waters pour
From clouds on high
Restoring life
To a world so dry
I long to be reborn
Like the grass and grain
So I kick off my shoes
To dance with the rain
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
**Words **** like bullets they say
But so does silence**
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Waking up is hard,
But going to sleep is harder.
We don't like to fall asleep,
But if we do,
We love to.
Not eating is hard,
But eating is harder,
We don't like to put on weight,
But if we don't mind it,
We love to.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC