The damp
oh
oh
oh
i fear the damp
the earth is hard and still
and my flesh is dead and
and
grey
It will not absorb the blow
l ike . live fllee . s . sh ca aan
and does
it . will only rot
and the worms come out
and the worms come out
and the worms come out
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
i want to believe you love
but i don't
i want to hear the things you say know the things you do are worth my while our while but are they
i don't feel so
i feel resignation near like a dagger in my heart or worse. disappointment.
i'm out of grand gestures love sparks flying and cuts made and things ended
i'm tired
my sweet joy my love i love you but i'm tired and i have to let go because you're not here i love you but you grow grey
not morning grey
death
i wish i could see you in technicolor once more.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
oh
now i see it is time
truly time
to let you go
both of you
i can tell by my resistance
i have created my need for you
out of the need to feel important
and the belief that life is only worth living for
when people are very complicated
that simply
isn't
true.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
moon
I am confused about you
Do I love you or hate you
Do I want to love you or be you?
come closer
or run away
Away
away
I love you
it’s true
but I think I hate you too
Just a little bit
maybe a lot
you reflect the images back on me
i do not wish to see
Stupid
Cruel
Reflective
moon
Why do I love you so
And hate you all at once
God
Is it a disease?
I
Have I fallen ill?
I feel rather sick
Maybe it’s a drug
poison in the water
a poison I want
To **** me slowly
Deeply
Centimeter by centimeter
inch by inch
each day
Rocking back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
You are so pale and beautiful
and full of witchiness
But is that you?
Or me?
Who’s reflecting whom?
and whom do i hate more
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
The world is ash now
The colors are less vivd
a greyscale comparatively
my body parts work again
i can hear
whereas with you i feel like i am underwater
time is moving slowly once more
it moves so quickly with you
where i begin to wonder if you were ever here at all
I want to to trust you
but i don't
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Please
i need your help
i need you
to break my ribs
no i'm serious
please
it's my heart you see
it's suffocating in there
under the weight of skin
and blood
and the ribs
please
you have to break it out
i've tried
i really have
but the more i pull the tighter they squeeze
like one of those finger traps
please
they do it for open heart surgery
this is not dissimilar
please you have to do it now
they can hear me writing this
and they threaten to squeeze tighter
and make my arms forzen
my fingers in rigor mortis
just break
my *******
ribs
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
This time I am older
This time I am smarter
This time my walls are weaker
When I try to build them back up
Like I have done for so many years
the things seep through
And the walls swell from the rising pressure
the things the things the spidery wet things
I thought I did it
I thought I solved it
I thought
I won
But here they are once more
And I am quite unsure what to do
Retreat or attack
Neither work here
Something I did not know
Till this time
In small doses maybe
But ultimately
Both make everything turn to ash and ultimately
Only feeds them
Stillness.
If you hold me
If you hug me
If you say one word to me I will drown in tears.
If I am still, I will die
I’m quite sure of it.
So instead
Each day I die only a little
slowly
Bits at a time
This time I know why
This time I know how
I
This
time.
I know the only person who can really help me
is me
So why does everything taste like mud.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
You are a stone.
I want to strike you with my stick
You know
Like Moses did in the desert
That worked out great for him
Not hard or anything
Just so the water finally gushes forth
And I am nourished
And you are human
And I can stop talking to a ******* stone
That doesn’t even answer back
Like real stones do
But I have to be careful
I don’t want you to burst
Though it would be strange if you did
You are a stone, after all
Maybe I’ll just sit next to you instead
Maybe that’ll work
Or poke a little
That should do the trick
Or ****
Or embrace
Or hold
Why isn’t this working
This isn’t
I can’t
Why aren’t you
Can’t you just
hey
How about thi—
Listen to me!
SMACK
Oh!
The water!
I did it!
You broke open!
Now I’ll be nourished!
Now you’ll finally be real!
I was afraid you’d burst!
Or I’d crumble
But I did it!
Now we can get out of this ******* desert
Together!
wait
The water
It’s trickling
There’s barely any at all
And you’re still a stone
And I’m still dying of thirst
And talking to a rock.
I’ll die before you trickle out enough water for me to drink
And live to tell about it
You know that, right?
I hate stones.
They‘re so unreliable.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
