Reptilian serpents crowd her crown
Whispers and shivers down the spine
As I spy through the looking glass
All that is mine.
I tremble to see
Myself in eyes of obsidian black
–Hole I dug myself, here to swallow me whole
–Lot, vacant, panicked visage of a gorgon
Is but my own mare in the night.
The fear, it creeps in serpentine waves
Crashes into my tumbling breath
As I search for a light between the shadows
For a reason to escape my prison of living death.
I ache to scratch
This infernal psychosomatic tic
–tock of my unwinding mind
–lest the stone takes hold
And the cold reaches the bone.
Into the eyes of Medusa
I looked and saw myself and nothing else
And I fled before the reptilian being
Seized me.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
A sphinx riddles me this:
Who sheds tears in the morning
Crying, searching, instincts overtaking
Before the noon hangs high, the clouds breaking
Like the pimples upon their cheek
Until all the rosy and blush is flushed
Away with a pale, cold breath.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
I'
M
Cut
Deep
And it's
Killing me
You didn't use
A knife just your
Words, but they hu
rt so much more th
an if you sliced my
Wrists up because
You've sliced my he
art into little shreds
And I'm not sure how
I'm going to put it ba
ck together this time,
but I know it will take
Awhile and through it
all I'll have to wear a pr
etty smile, like everyth
ing's ok, but we both kn
ow it's not, I'm.not at all,
but that's the price I pay
**Maybe next
Time you co
uld literally
slice my heart
from my chest
and slowly wa
tch eme bleed
out and die, cau
se that would not
Hurt as much as
This feeling I
Have right now
But the idea of
Being without
You in any way
Hurts so much
Maybe I'll just
Use this knife
To cut away at
My own pain**
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
**Ugly
Unwanted
Heartbroken
Emotionally Abused
Betrayed
Unloved
Disgusting
Unworthy
Lonely
Depressed
Fat
Helpless
Pained
Stupid
Crazy
Insane
Jealous
Withdrawn
Old
Confused
So **** Hurt
Hopeless
Utterly Miserable**
I feel the already torn pieces of my heart
Shredding inside my chest, falling apart
Floating slowly down to the floor
It's deja vu, I've seen this happen before
Each time there's less and less pieces
To struggle putting back together
But I got some super glue somewhere
The puzzle of love, literally in my hands
Almost nothing left for when I get my "forever"
And I'll truly never understand
How this keeps happening to me
Time after time
Don't worry though
I'm sure the glue will work just fine
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Words on my lips, tears in my eyes;
Let me speak, let me speak.
Don’t you dare
Hold my tongues
In your hands as if
I’m nothing;
As if words are not worthy
Of you clouded ears.
Words scar my breath, slowly rushing;
Let me cry, don’t bother stopping me.
You shouldn’t call me crazy
Stupid, lunatic,
All those bad things,
As if they don’t mean a thing;
As if words are not sharp
Enough to hurt me.
"Let me speak."
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
the letter always bled for her for her eyes (brown as those old bottles in the medicine cabinet) bleeding words like teardrops yet without spilling onto the green tile floor those words always pure only staining the paper glossy black ink blood like muslin stuck to an old wound those words always strong yet blurred, obscure words only a scholar would find obscene
happy are those who die because they have returned to those first crumbs of dirt that fed us to that first hole to that soft black and smell of coal
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
navigator’s balcony cocktail hour
rocket orbit ocean liner rising
clenched no teeth no guernica no bam bam bam
correspondent notary republic
address book dial figure 8
charred with a thousand jigsaw pieces
false as a beach chiaroscuro black
on black graveyard womb naked milk glass lit
footprint tourism by candlelight and flare
vaccination fatigue puke fingernail fish
moving a bandaged echo **** him **** her
familiar bell music **** them both **** them all
stretched shirtsleeves spanish toffee slashed tires
(failure as a painter he shaved his wife’s fur coat)
bust your ***** Barcelona red alert
knock-kneed broken squeezebox no hands
standing room only ladies first (please)
unbuttoned interrogation coffee rolls (stop)
marine’s vegetation (stop) early morning tea (stop)
armless menus (stop) pink cathedral fingers (stop)
and (begin again) move
we move
moving inside an eye this eye
that advances step
by step
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me
the ones who are most alive
seem the most still
behind the milky way
a shadow dances
our gaze climbs toward the stars
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC