When we sit at staionary station
Watching
Our essence drift by
Sometimes you'll find the strength
To reach out
At the trails left behind.
But sometimes you won't.
And as you impound
These thoughts, it's already too
Late.
You wait, wondering where; people
Have gone,
You open your eyes, realising they were never closed.
And you tumble slightly onto the tracks.
As the memoirs of your evening come back,
You awaken screaming internally at all the empty faces.
You squint briefly
To the inconveince of blinking.
But you are no longer there.
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
I remember being dizzy
As I followed the spiral staircase of life.
I lost my feelings somewhere inbetween the railings
Someplace near the bottom?
Or maybe on the steps?
I used to articulate my sadness
But silently fell numb; empty.
Perpetually avoiding all matter.
I lay here for days wishing I could sleep.
Counting the passage of time, but not really.
I sleep while watching my eyesight fade.
Sometimes I'll ponder the beauty of making red petals.
With knives I'd like to buy.
I dream about the luxury of sharing them with my bathroom.
To show I existed once
But for now I merely exist.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 7:42 AM UTC
I'm diabolically lonely
And in love
With melancholy
As she leaves me
Like a cancer on my lips
My wisdom depreciates--
And I miss the depressions
She left me in the snow.
When we talk, she tries to whisper
Sweet Sundays of pill-popping
To hangman Tuesdays.
But I am too afraid to leave my house.
It's stagnant here.
With the sadness I should marry.
Kissing me one last time before I get to leave.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
It took time
For me--
As I ate glass,
In pitch black
'Breathing'
I fear for the colour yellow.
And the time it took
To spit out the
Pain; bleeding
Wrinkles.
Expect nails so
Long you'd know me.
I speak in whispers
Singing homeless cords.
I only wish I was awake this time
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Hello I laughed
Euphorically
To the people around me.
They stare blankly
But I speak too fast; faster
Than this occasion calls.
At least pigeons eat
My understanding
And my poetry is speaking nonsense
Now.
So I talk to dolphins
But their speech impediments
Were to beautiful–
To hear.
Goodbye I tried to say
While my jugular bled all over the floor.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC
Sickly blue
Disturbed dissections
I scream silently
To anyone whose asking.
Because it's my favourite thing to say.
I protrude emptiness, so black
That rainy days
Are bright.
As you shove bones
Down my throat
Expecting me to swallow
And saying it's help.
I cut my skin, to feel
Dissatisfaction
And wait for my lungs
To stop
But the bus stop blues
Never come.
So bleeding waterfalls
Calmly
I metaphorically take pills
Again and again.
Even though I'm metaphysically impaired
I'm still waiting to die.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
I'm cavern crackling
Broke
There's a cistern
That talks
So I hide--
Gregariously behind sunglasses
And tatter-ed hoodies.
As I poison myself
To death
With nothing-
A stream bellows
Emptiness
Masking how numb
The Moon is,
Sunlight sleeps-
Allegorically into time
If a chronomancer
Knew.
My memory was mist
I'd apologise stupidly
And hide my hands to
Show you the complexity
Of pain.
But I'm just
A closed book burning
Blood with
My inability to speak.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
It's her soul
That's broken
We mist it.
Failing to save her.
He fell frustrated,
Trying to strangle callouses
On his hands.
Until moonflowers shone
The brightest black.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
I sip slower
At weavings and
Winter wisps
Where, weather is withering
Blue.
And I enunciate
Evil everlasting.
Dark kraken
Dreams spelt in ***
Eating-
Colourless mixtures
Throw hues that
Don't exist yet.
I trip for a second,
And grey slips
Out-
As I fumble,
I see
A broken hare
Well?
I wept blindness
Into my hands
Gratefully declining
My friend
Who's Death.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC