Should I fear the sunset
At daybreak?
Should I be numb?
Or should I gild a mask
And live out the rest
As though
Acknowledgement
Of the bell toll slipped
And pretend.
One day
Has through been marked
And life goes on.
No beginning
Can avoid the end
And certainly
Not one such as I,
I’m a piece of the puzzle
A star to blaze
In the night.
The only question on my mind--
Will that blaze carry on
Through the night sky
Careen through
And outshine
Andromeda,
For galaxies
From millions away
To be awe-inspired
And unite if only for a moment,
Or will it be snuffed out
Only to be left
In the memory of few.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:45 PM UTC
The heart takes the blade
For kindness
And for hate.
The sun shines
A new day only
For one to fall
To his knees
And either break
Or pray
As a corpse will lie there
In the end
Either way.
Born on the edge of
A Yin-Yang
As her first words
To him
Were not of love,
But of hellfire and flame.
How can one love another
Who birthed something else
That day?
How can one call another
Mother
When she carves hopes
And dreams
And banishes them
Into dirt
To be washed away
By her rain
That prescribes guilt
Although blameless
And yet, blamed
While within five minutes,
As his ears: deafened
From the screaming voice he heard,
She says she loves him.
Is there any other irony—
Tell me—
That is more so absurd?
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
Faded memory
Of warm light
And entrancing laughter
And conversation
Desiccated,
Devoured
By rusty decisions and
Time,
Eroded by weeping skies,
Banished behind
Locked doors and
velvet curtains—
Folding into myself
To keep out the cold;
The silence left in place of
Muffled laughter,
Drowning,
Suffocating emptiness,
Dissolved by endless grey
When it seems
All these moving parts inside
Are yearning for an escape.
Will there be anybody around
When time takes hold
As my soul drags behind
Out of control,
Bound by friction
Sparking from the ground,
Withering away
Into less than a whisper—
Into a shallow, bloodied river
Taking shape from the slope
Carving the mountainside,
As the eyes that stare
Are blinded
By the despair
Of the clock inside
Drained of its force?
I want to feel happy days
Just once more
Before the trough
Sets the tide
For the last time.
The timer is set,
As my brain stem
Rooted from a seed
Planted
Thoughts with intentions
To undo me.
I’m a lone wolf,
As not I was
But forced to be—
As everyone eventually
All will leave.
For stardust we are,
And will return.
Why not sooner
Than Fate's watch predicted?
What is the point
If a universe vast
Sews insignificance
Into a soul gone astray?
A heartbeat of strain,
An aneurysm of suicide,
A fractured spine,
Of one
Attempting to be Atlas,
As the weight of the world
Collapses,
And nobody is there
To help bear the burden,
To offer a hand.
If to stardust we shall return
In this heat-death wave,
And if alone a life is spent,
The point is not;
It is all just a waste.
Empty spaces are buried
Eventually,
With the inevitability
Of our signs
Which used to have
Highs and lows,
That soon will cancel out
Into a plateau.
Hands creep to fists
Maniacally holding in
The impulse decision.
Terrified with rage,
On the brink of
An out of body escape,
Yet the universe in question remains.
A sky-bent feeling,
As nothing is certain,
And the dirt caves beneath,
Reminiscing in this moment
As the sky fades,
And the fall sets in
Before the break.
Is there anybody out there
Or am I alone
Again in this
Claustrophobic empty box
Lashing out?—
Giving way to the silence
With voices beckoning fists
Against the floor,
The walls.
My cross-eyed head
Tossed into insanity
Virtually proliferating palpability.
Alone fixating around
The point out there
In the stars
Staring down,
As the insignificance begins to ensue
From the audacity to look up,
When feeble heartbeats write
The bombshells battering.
In this eulogy,
I can escape.
For, the loss of one
Is enough to inspire many,
To briefly give rationality
Instead of insanity,
But turbulent tides
Ripple the shoreline
Of friends,
Of family
Gathered at a presence
Now gone
Into the deep
Of Mirkwood,
Where nothing is ever certain.
For, if the path is lost,
Never one
Can find it
Again
Is there anybody out there,
Or is it all a dream—
A simulation,
Or some shattered, harsh reality?
Nothing is certain—
Just bent on hermeneutics
And epistemology,
Wasting the nights and days
As time beelines away.
Hysteria eating the populous
On a sun-burnt earth,
Whose skin begins to drought
As the primary of the system,
The sun,
Begins its red giant phase
Cleaning the slate,
Without a doubt.
Shortening of breath,
There emerges a flame,
Burning all oxygen left
As every breath inevitably
Digs at one’s own grave.
This—
Is the way the world ends,
In an inflexible game
Of end times,
Of no escape.
In night terrors,
This new reality was forged—
The origins of the pain
And the fear
Caught by a thousand
Staring eyes
That used to understand,
And now are turned.
The nightmares
And this rage,
Throughout these years
I have held deep within,
Now depart from the hold
Because the strength I don’t have
To save them
From who I am anymore.
I am a Jinchuriki,
And this demon inside
Is slowly tearing through
Muscle and bones,
Exposing nerves.
I’m bleeding out
With nobody around
Because I can only speak
In euphemisms
To drown out
These signs,
So that I don’t have
To accept the gravity
Before the grave.
The fear swells underneath
As the skin
Becomes marred,
Eventually splitting
Apart
Into
An ‘existence’
That would make
That choice of word
A paradox.
This time,
The sky fades to black
As the loss
Of everything that
Could have been
Slips through my fingers
Like sand
In a hourglass
Ticking away
My last night.
In this room,
Not a lot it would take
To make anyone
Peel out of being tame,
Fill with poison,
Let out screams
That not even the best
Can fake.
With these walls,
Hallucinations take over
When I realize that
The ones I trusted
Put me here
In this place—
This white roomed
Institution.
All I love
Is out of my grasp,
Tormenting my failures
Through the bright light
Of the room,
As if they think
A physical light
Will transpose a mental one.
Is there anybody out there?
Because it won’t be long now
After this soul once admired,
Becomes lustered,
As the signs become chronic,
Philosophy becomes strained,
And the look of denial
Deep in the windows
That stare within
Are enough alone
To bury me;
Will anybody ever really stay?
It’s hard to wake up
From dreams that cast
Such a dark shadow
On even living here.
So I stay up all night
Because what’s the point
Of dreaming
When the only change
Is the calendar day,
When still,
Frames paint the past,
The straitjacket sews the facts,
And nothing’s fine.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
I bring out the worst in me.
Take a mental note—
I'm not where I should be.
I starve myself a little
So that I might find somebody
Through my physique,
Since nobody these days
Cares about personality.
You have to act like a fuckboi
To hold someone's attention
Longer than a frame.
Nobody cares about how much heart you have to give
If you're confident.
Even though you treat even your friends like ****
As long as you've got a good face,
A good style,
A good vibe,
You're what they all like
As we cower beneath your feet
Bracing for each step you grind into our heartbeats
Because heart is all some of us have to give,
And it's hard to see the other 50% complain
When you know how much better
You could be treated
If you could only bring yourselves
To get past a ******* face.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
My face tingles
From how I feel
My body shaking
Is a result of my obvious fate
And nobody can save me
Nobody can save me.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Look at me before you go.
Don't cower from my tears
That reach past my face
Where my skin is still left
With a pale imprint of your palm and thumb
That once drove my mind towards resolve.
Look into my drained eyes
That once held candlelight,
And tell me you have a made up mind
Because it's better to be left
Than to be dragged along,
Hoping instead of staying strong,
Bleeding out only to see color.
However, now color is left to illusion
Instead of life.
For a smile no longer can be spent
With only your gaze to light it
Trying to force color back into the world you devastated—
No more.
There would come out of it only torment
Instead of abundance of color
Ready to be let go,
But now I'm ready to be let go.
Sitting beside the snow around my heart
That remains in the cold
For how I used to love the cold
And the rain.
Now I'm afraid to go out again
And sit beneath it
Seeing your reflection in every drop
From a recollection of a time kissing,
Now left petrified
Missing as you tread the petal-enveloped path
Of so many daisies I plucked recalling you—
"To love me or to not."
I wish you didn't hug me before you left
Because there remains
A pale imprint of a distant thought
Waiting to be recalled
That you will so easily and simply
Ignore and forget.
Through the fog pushing from your chest and neck
Out between your lips
Watching the crystallized vapor of breath—
For out of your obliviousness
You will forget.
But my life will bend at the will of each breath passing
Catching each memento you choose to forget as they fall
Holding tight to things familiar
As my mind drives towards a different kind of resolve
Than the one that you stuck inside my head so long ago.
And as I fall I know
You will only catch me after
The news sets in
And falling to the floor
Begging for a reason, or a note
Wondering where my reality went
For only a moment longer,
But eventually like our memories—
Like everything that you dread—
You will choose to ignore
And soon thereafter
Choose to
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
In these moments I swear I've lost it—
Can't be pushed into any mood
Just a feeling of rage
Built inside by weeks of thought pressure
And a calm façade
That I can no longer fuel.
In these moments
I don't want to go quietly
I want to go violently
Broken bones
Shattered muscles
Scraped up scattered skin
Blood rolled out like my cup is too full to keep it in.
I need it out—
I need something out
Until my life is all but spent.
I can't hold on.
I can't keep boiling until I push my daring too far
In these moments.
Because in these moments
I don’t care if I'll come out alive.
In these moments
I want to die.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
I don't care for dances much anymore
Because no one with in which I would dance
Would ever give me a regard
With greater height than
That of anyone else with in which
They would dance
Maybe I'm scared
Of the green light across the bay
Knowing that it will always be out of reach
But hoping that perhaps it will only evade my reach
If I don't make an effort
I'm caught on the tied end of a string
Always having to pull myself back
But never sitting still
Always running until the string has no more give
I just can't bring myself to dance
Not tonight
I need to walk the docks in my mind
Always stopping at the end
Paralyzed by the kryptonite
Shining like a lighthouse
Deceiving my heart
But I fall for it every time
And I rest on my knees
Forcing myself that I dare not look upon it
Forcing myself to stay and not take a stand
To not go out of my way to embarrass myself
And to not go out tonight and dance.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Why cant you save anyone?
We all are just so stubborn
As we cry out
But in the same moment
Hoping someone will rescue us
And hoping someone will let us down
Or just hoping that one person
That you want to care
Will finally step out and save you
Pretending no one else matters
Or that no one else cares
Because if that one person doesn't care
What’s the point?
And maybe I'm just delving only into myself
But the truth is
Even though there are more people
That are there for me than there has been before
The truth is
I have never felt so
Alone.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
I'm losing my ******* mind
My ******* life
You haunt me
And I can't escape.
I'm tired of running
Tired of ******* losing
Just get out of my head
That I may sleep
Get out of my mind
That I may dream
I wish I was ******* gone
I can't pretend for you anymore
You don’t deserve it
You deserve nothing
But the pain you caused me
Why can't you ever be unhappy
You always find someone else
Some other way to torture me
And some days I don’t mind
The pain has become my home
Because pain is what you taught me
You're just so oblivious
So carefree
As if you wouldn't care if I was here at all
As if you didn’t even know me
So go ahead
Press your knife harder
Because I want you to see my eyes fade
While staring into yours
If I didn't care
I'd open doors that I've needed all my strength to keep closed before
But of course
How could I do that
When none of this pain is actually of your making?
It was just welded behind walls I never thought could be reopened
You're only the spark that lit up my fire
You're only a shade
Of an entire life of being left behind
I just need someone in which to set the blame
Because I can't handle knowing in my heart
That I am at the center of my problems
That I am unworthy of you
Stepping in a circle
Wanting you, hating you
Defending you, degrading you
Where each step is a new excuse
But soon I'll lose my balance
And fall on my own
Then I'll wait there
Until no one will have to deal with me
Any longer.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC