the fireball
blossoming in the sunset reopened
while the glistening stars wait patiently behind the velvet blue curtain of sky, now stained a creamy orange, sparking a shower of harmonic rays to rest upon our heads as luminous caps of plushy brightness
yet amongst all this light-induced iridescent beauty
your eyes still shine above all else
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
this drawing of a tree
crude and uninteresting
hanging in the dimmest crevice of my skull
its insipid elegance a distraction
its crayon strokes leaking off the page
dribbling into each of my mind's long, drawn-out veins
my thoughts have turned to pure color
words have flown into image
all is seen
now that the bright neon crayon fluid has
dripped its way into my eyes
a world unknown will come
as will a self, alien and new
but all
all
all
is simply picture
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
I am a birdie,
watch me fly
So far away,
above the sky.
That's where my grave
may softly lie.
I am a birdie,
watch me fly.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
I walk the halls
I walk the streets
I sit inside and
cut the sheets
but occasionally a pin ****** into my brain
how long ago was this?
why is it about her?
why do i still feel this way?
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
little girls with fertile minds
make lovely little toys
little girls with fertile minds
are candy to the boys
that place where copulations churn
when she is young enough to learn
of fading lines
and dying kinds
of boarding up the eggshell blinds
which hide the rows and rows and rows
of devastating face-fucked finds
all of which were identified
as little girls with fertile minds
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
little ********** Williams moseys down the gum-skunk street with leash in hand, connected to a pink spiky collar fastened brutally around my throat airflow restricted small inklings of blood surfacing Cupid's switchblade sticking out of a convenient place between spine notches oh but little ********** Williams is my creation my friend my only child how can i blame it for what i command it do to me
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Sometimes when sitting alone, I forget what I look like.
I become a shadow. A reflection of my own absence.
Then the senses begin to drift off, to obscure themselves, reality's
implications leaving with.
as my vision fades to vacancy, the eternal blackness opens itself to
me. the endless empty.
a speck of dust floating across the sky, a lone pebble in the vast
ocean's contingent silence, a single face in a grey and absent
crowd, millions strong. this is me. this is who i become.
a locked obstruction of fleshy exhaustion, holding within its
walls a light so delicate, so pure, that it can never leave. it can
never move beyond the clammy fabric by which its value will
forever be decided,
but this is something i try to forget as the cool liquid nothingness
bends its way through and around my gentle, fragile mind.
i want to cry, but i cannot.
i must look forward. i must only look forward.
until time itself becomes an indifferent childhood memory, lost
to its own downcast existence.
There is no beginning.
There is no end.
Just an eternal in-between.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
Our first kiss came two years late
in a false reality, under careful eyes.
Your lips were pillowy and of a nondescript temperature.
It's funny, all the minute details I forgot while in a state of "surprise". A state I was so dedicated to, that I forgot to kiss back.
Then I faked happiness
and so did you.
A couple of frauds, vomiting lies into each other's freshly-fucked throats.
How fitting.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
mommy died and you barely cared.
you just lied down and froze.
an inner self or some fading instinct flailed and tried desperately to move but every muscle in your body stayed completely still.
you were lying raw beside mommy.
her eyes closed, why didn't yours.
what were you looking at
?
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
easter cool is fun when the holy day is done
because the holiday began with jesus rising from the grave
the way we celebrate's by eating candies that we crave
that strangely enough were planted in our backyards by a giant anthropomorphic bunny that stands approximately six feet four inches tall and one day decided that he would take it upon himself to commemorate the return of jesus christ our lord and savior by laying eggs full of jelly beans on the private property of innocent Americans i mean who gave this thing permission to do so how does he even lay the eggs and for that matter how does he get the candy in there did he create the candy or buy it from a supermarket if the latter is the case then how did nobody notice the giant anthropomorphic bunny that stands approximately six feet four inches tall in the snack aisle did none of the employees at this establishment find that a little bit strange or are they used to it at this point do they just wait for the abomination against god and man to walk in once a year and buy the entire store's stock of candy and while we're on the topic how about we confront the question that we all have which is what gender is it like i know i've been saying "he" which i guess is the general assumption but still none of us know for sure maybe it doesn't even have a gender because of its mythical and magical and legendary status which makes me wonder what gender god is because it's kind of a similar thing in a way like everybody knows the easter bunny is a thing but nobody really gives it a gender we just say "he" because why not and we do the same thing with god in the bible they say "he" and "father" so we still do today but times were different then and we live in a very progressive day and age so people are starting to question the idea of assigning a gender to a deity that we can't even see or fully comprehend so how are we supposed to figure out if it's a boy or a girl or what race it is even that's a good question too what race is god and for that matter what race is jesus many would say white but once again that's because white people during times of accepted inequality couldn't imagine their saviour being any other color but if you think about it he was born near the middle east or somewhere around that region so it seems odd that he would be white at all but who knows really maybe white people lived in the middle east back then or maybe jesus's parents were the black sheep of the place they lived in or white sheep i guess it depends on whether or not you're trying to stay accurate to the analogy or make a clever point on race by flipping it to white sheep instead of black jesus was probably seen as a black sheep okay definitely that's why they killed him and then three days later he proved them all wrong by coming back from the dead which then birthed the holiday of easter which oddly enough we celebrate by eating candy that was given to us by a giant anthropomorphic bunny that stands approximately six feet four inches tall
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC