Bloodstained thighs,
Bloodshot eyes,
Scars that never fade,
Over time.
Keep fighting. Keep breathing.
Keep angry, keep seething.
Stay asleep, keep dreaming.
With chemical help if you need.
Your bones quiver with tidal waves.
Heart littered with shallow graves
Where you buried the pain,
only to see,
Even the dead will rise for you.
There is beauty in pain.
that much I know is true.
So know that I'm not lying:
no-one is more beautiful than you.
If only everyone got what they deserved.
If only we could master Hell’s learning curve.
But God is a cruel master. Maybe no master at all.
Just an amateur with a lot of nerve.
I have just run out of poetry.
No more rhyme or metaphor left in me.
I have nothing left but to beg of you:
I love you. Keep breathing. Please?
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Sand is made of shells and minerals,
Calcium, iron; from your blood and bone.
And the waves crash against your body’s shore.
And there are sharks in the water.
And the sign that reads: “DON’T SWIM’.
porphyreôs, "the surging,"
You heart beats a riptide.
Balinese tragedy.
5”2’ tsunami.
What a lovely place to drown.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Lately?
Lately I've been walking a tightrope
Torn between what I should and what I can
I like the suspension,
Postponing my decision.
It’s a nice way to stall.
But I know eventually I'll fall,
Lately, I've been falling I'm love with you
And falling out of it
Then in again
Then out
Bargaining with my own heart
And begging my mind to start,
Forgetting you.
But my organs don't listen to me anymore
Not since I rung the ink out of my lungs
And dried out my skin to paper
So I could write your name seven hundred names over
Until the manoeuvre was as automatic as a blink
And I think,
I’m almost there.
Lately I've been confused.
About reality
About dreams
And that fine line between
Where one stops does the other start?
Are there shades of gray between, the white of your mind and the black of the real?
Or is there a gap
A pause
Before you switch from one to the other
Where you replay your surrealisms and start to dread the god-awful monotony that will soon come
Because it WILL come
It will.
Lately I've been rehearsing my epitome;
She withdrew (or)
a creator (or)
The world's greatest admirer of you.
Lately I've been acquiring addictions;
A series of self-inflicted afflictions
The smoke burns my Esophagus.
I’ve just about had enough of this.
You ask me what I’ve been up to, lately,
And my mind immediately begins debating,
Against itself, against all of me,
Whether or not to tell you everything.
To confide in you,
The darkness in me.
Or lie to you,
Like I always do.
But the moment passes quickly,
And I swallow rather thickly,
Before I open my mouth to speak,
And with my heart growing weak.
I say;
“I haven’t been doing much.”
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
I thought I was past this,
That I’d finally torn you from my mind.
But all it took for me to relapse,
Was to see you one more time.
Now I’m stuck awake, thinking.
Over and over; your name.
Wrote it out; in skin and blood.
But still stuck in my brain.
I’d braced myself for this conversation;
Promised myself that I wouldn’t fall,
But I still remember all that you were,
And you haven’t changed at all.
So tomorrow I’ll knock on your door,
And slowly, I’ll let myself in;
Where I know I’ll smile far too wide,
And wear my welcome far too thin.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
The trees scream at to him stop;
For they can sense the danger,
But still he moved on, undeterred,
That poor lost man, the Ranger.
Deeper, deeper, deeper still.
The woods grow ever stranger.
But still he wanders, undeterred,
That poor dead man, the Ranger
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Diamonds can’t dance,
And plastic can’t walk,
Glass can’t bend.
And concrete can’t talk.
There’s no guts,
But there’s also no glory.
Perfection’s so boring;
So let’s make a story
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Growls and snarls emerge from the East,
It’s a mess of teeth and claws.
The land there is ruled by savage beats,
With scaly skin and gaping maws.
The West is nothing but sunstroke,
Barren hills of lost bones and sand.
Such great heat it turns air to smoke,
With evershifiting pieces of land.
The South shivers with warfare;
Bullet shells litter the streets.
Shots ring out and sirens blare,
In a mess of broken hearts and concrete.
But we will stand strong against any threat,
Brace ourselves when evil steps forth.
We’ll cut our loses and pay our debts,
Before we march our souls to the North.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
We will build Rome in a matter of hours,
Prop the sky up on steel and glass towers,
Stain the seas black with our need for oil,
Burn the earth and watch the oceans boil.
Inject the earth with chemical solutions,
Draw its blood for economic transfusions.
These walls will reach such an astounding height;
They’ll block out the sky and all the sunlight.
And how we justify setting the world on fire?
“All this was done for the good of the Empire.”
But eventually it will crumble; only ashes will remain.
And the Rome that we’ve built will have been built in vain.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC