give me
hydrogen peroxide
and chlorine
give me industrial
strength soap
maybe that will clean
this mess up
cover me in it
pour it down
I promise I’ll swallow
make me pure and
white and beautiful
make me clean
give me the brush
and I will scrub my skin
clean
maybe make way
for a new skin entirely
the smell of chlorine
once repulsive
is almost pleasant
to me now
as I let the acid
melt my skin off
drown me
until only bones
clean, smooth, lovely
white bones
stick out of a
puddle
don’t worry
I'm a professional
I know what I’m doing
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
there’s a drizzle
of tiny pebbles
too small
to bother anyone
they fall on his
hands, but stay
unlike the snow
that broke his heart
he tried to explain
the loss, but they wouldn’t
listen, so he
looked at the pebbles
and made a
decision
a few pebbles make
a molehill, and we all know
you can make
mountains out of
those
so he built himself
a mountain tall
taller than anyone
had seen
now they will listen
he thought
now they will
see
and he stood
at the top
proud as a Macedonian
king, awaiting
endless praise
but at the top
of that mountain
only the wind blows
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
quiet, quiet
she is dancing
silent skin moving
under the twisting lights
cracking unnoticeably
quietly, like the morning sun
a leaf falls to the ground
slowly withering on the way
spiraling, turning, falling apart
mixing with her skin
and the gutter starts to fill up
and as it floats down to the sea
no one notices a few vital body parts
sinking into the mud
the light on the walls create visions
she imagines they are places
the gutter passes by so her eyes can see
she forgets where she is
she is a windmill of bones, creaking, breaking, falling
they are trees standing still and tall
soon I will be among fish, she thinks
the wind doesn't bother fish
she is dancing
they are watching and
the lightning
is about to strike
quiet, quiet
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
If there were
shortcuts, I’d
take them
I’d put them all
in my pockets
and always carry
a spare
in my bag
(and one in
the glove box, just
to be safe)
I might even
hand them out to
strangers who look
like they
might need one
or give them to
friends
I’d hide them so
people could find them
and rejoice
but there are no
shortcuts, and
my pockets are
always empty
just like the
road ahead
and that’s really
too bad
because
my pockets
are quite big
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
There was a girl
who got
presents
every single day
from admirers
young and
old, from close
and distant
she never thanked
them, and never
opened them
she’d pile the gifts
up
outside, in her
garden
whenever she was
feeling down
she’d climb up
on top
and enjoy
how all other people
looked like ants
from up there
one day
she got a present
from her true love
it was an
empty box
so big
that her tower finally
reached somewhere
with no oxygen
for her to
breathe
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Surrounded
by pale,
dead, white
light
one single candle
pulsing
with the last
oxygen
left
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Now
clean your
wounds
patch yourself
together
look at
all the graves
It was worth it
right?
Everything is better now
right?
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
We carve our nails
through your warm,
brown flesh
We **** your children
forgetting that we
too are your
sons and daughters
We poison your blood
without thinking it is
the same blood that
runs through our veins
We slowly suffocate
you, our mother
How dare we?
Dear Mother Nature,
Don’t forgive us.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Limbs creaking,
screaming, begging
for mercy
The ground comes
closer as the shrieking
grows, grows, grows
the murderer wipes
the sweat off of his
face and goes
on
(the victims
stand in line)
He is the executioner
condemning us all
to Death
He, and his
axe
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
tearing it
apart
dissecting
analyzing
every bit of pencil lead
to find a message
we forget
that the
feeling
is the most
important part
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC