Half-moons turn to full as my eyes flutter open
The white hot light is disorienting.
My fingernails are the first thing I notice
They’re clean.
Clean has been distant for months.
My hair is combed and cut
And I’m all wrapped up in ivory.
But they forgot to bandage my memory.
It’s still oozing and crusted with sickening pain.
And I can remember their cries and angelic faces still.
And then they turned empty,
Like those grown-ups who used to putter around on Mondays.
At least they’ve got hunger for life now.
And as these trailing thoughts leave my mind,
I remember that I’m not alone.
Not all was lost after that apocalyptic crisis,
Where all I’ve ever known turned to a rotting, dead end.
His face will be forever embedded in my mind.
He and I made it out.
We were plucked out of the ground like two white roses in a field of weeds.
Saved like two animals for Noah’s Ark.
We, are all that’s left of origin,
All that’s left of our kind.
So before it was too late,
They rescued our scorned skins.
And we flew up into that blue sky,
And we just left them there.
We left that fair skinned freckled boy,
That lanky knobby kneed kid,
And that dark haired round eyed little girl,
We left everyone that ever was.
God.
I wish there was.
He’d breathe us in and never let go.
Never let those demons touch us.
Never let them sink their rotted teeth into her tiny neck.
Those *******
Limping around seeking blood,
Looking for lives to demolish.
If you’re reading this now
I hope you’re not running from rotted versions of your friends,
I hope you’re sitting at home on your plush pillowed sofas
Puttering around on Mondays.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
Diamonds fall from my eyes every now and again.
They shatter in my palms
And leave trails of black soot.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
If only for once,
You would take off your armor.
You'd shine so brightly.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
When I get grey
Sight and sound will be distant
But perhaps this is for the best.
Maybe I can blink away the dust,
Wipe away the dirt and grime,
Rid of the disgust and hurtful things
And in it's place
I'll dream a field of tulips.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
I am a useless being,
Really.
It's grim to think,
I know.
Because I'm just living to die
In this vessel that wills
But will eventually tucker out,
And then what matters?
Certainly I don't.
Not in this vast universe
That doesn't care
If you're in love or all alone,
If you've got a nice house
In the wasteland of suburbia
Or if you waste every ounce of yourself
Because you know,
You're just going to die anyways.
And anyways what's a life wasted exactly
If we can't even figure out what the meaning is?
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 2:44 AM UTC
We as humans have the burden
Of choice
To love
To hate
To each their own
Voice
Shallow and shaky
Or crisp and LOUD.
Who cares if you're heard anyway?
If people have choice
Who say's they' ll
******* listen.
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 2:45 AM UTC
I walk around from place to place
and I see beauty
and I **** my head
and I think
and I go back home
and I find my mirror
and I touch my face
and I fix my hair
and I fix my stance
and I straighten my skirt
and I think I need new
and I spend my quarters
and I hope new things make me
shiny
and I hope you like shiny.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:57 PM UTC
I'm spending money on things I hate.
Meanwhile I change from day to day.
And I can't quite figure it out.
Wasting time,
Learning things that I,
Don't think about when I think.
I just want to climb into the sky,
And go away with the stars.
Go somewhere where I can
Live
Far away from all those streets and lights
Where it's actually dark at night.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
Rip me from my home,
Drag me along the asphalt
I’m begging you,
God, please.
Take me away.
Batter me and tear up my insides
Give me wounds
That heal to be scars,
I won’t say one single word
I swear it, I won’t.
Then throw me from your arms,
So I land in the sea,
Far out of reach,
Please.
And chain a wrecking ball to my feet
So I sink.
Because the bottom has become familiar
And it’s dark so I can’t see,
All of these things
That are killing me.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC