There's death everywhere.
Why is that a bad thing?
Death is natural.
Our reactions to it are not.
I'm back in the shadows
Where I belong.
Once again,
I shave the weakness from my skin.
If a warrior can sharpen his blade,
Then the blade can sharpen the warrior.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 1:11 AM UTC
Every brushstroke
A scream
Every sentence
A body
We hide our anger
Our frustration
Our catharsis
In pretty colors
And euphamisms.
Better to misdirect
Than to act.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
I'm free.
I should feel better after 21 days.
But it's all the same.
The walls aren't off-white.
There isn't double-pane glass everywhere.
There aren't nurses to ask about
"Suicidal Ideation".
But it's all the same.
I'm not free.
Not when my mind follows me
Wherever I go.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
We are born
And then thrown
Into a hole.
Expected to know
From the beginning
How to survive.
They'll ask you:
"What will you
Do with the
Life you have?"
The only answer
They will detain
Hate and berate
You for speaking
Is: "End it."
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
It may be a finite resource,
But it's most precious.
Rich with iron,
The only ****** fluid with
Which you can smith
A sword.
You know I've always
Felt more at home
In the dark.
Treading water
Is sometimes
Too much.
And I'll return to
The dirt when
It's my time
To do so.
The only thing that
I know for sure
Is that pain doesn't
Feel real
Unless it comes from within.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
That means something
Very different
To both of us.
The rushing water
May work as your filter
But we both know
That to purge
I need pain
Blood
To force out the hurt.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
What, then
Do you recommend
For reverberation
Of the soul?
When nature
In all her glory
Decides instead
To turn the heavens
Into an assault.
Pouring thunder,
Lightning
Down my throat
As I pour the dark
Sludge of resentment
From my ears
In return.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
A fair point,
But you know me.
I've never been good
At drawing my own map.
There's too many
Straight lines.
Besides, my hands shake
Too much.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
It's impossible to
Build something
Worth the effort
If the pieces
Won't go back
Together
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
No, not always.
Without oxygen
Or sufficient fuel
The flames will die.
Though I will be honest,
There are flames I thought
Had been extinguished,
That I now think
I make have been
Mistaken about.
I don't think gasoline would help.
It tends to explode,
And I'm already in so many peices.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
