Diagnostic- Unknown
Perhaps another cause of unknown blues
Induced by memories clenching to nerves
Fondling the withered mind
Withering...
withering...
withering away.
Fusing to her pores
Recycled from a whiff of intoxicated breath
Nails coated with anxiety
Eyes, dazed, drug heavy-peaking.
****** appetite?- unaffected
Patient rationality?- Logical
Distressed, but unnoticeable
Lost, but optimistically searching
Health History?- Discreet
Just a mere case of teenage disillusion
Nerves?- Resonating memory-filled-synapes
Lungs?- Intoxicated
Lips?- Sealed shut
Pores?- Perspiring nostalgia
Heart? Misunderstood emptiness
unknown ache
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
My love, glides with cunning ease
Mockingly, provoking, faintly…
An incubus feeding off those who tease
As a freezing breeze gropes the unclothed remains saintly .
My greedy yearning, desires nothing less, but to drain
To fill the vast pitiless appetite of bittersweet sin.
That sultry incubus is the only to blame
Each hasty face, each unknown sigh, recognizably invited in.
My crimson intimacy, defies a settled truce
Between two famished predators hesitantly hoping
To finally attain the succulent, lukewarm, juice
Attempting, clenching onto composure; groping.
Facing each other, a mirrored image of one another
Unmoved by the lingering aromas of the, Other.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Hopelessness feels like your gently, gradually, sinking into quicksand
It is physically consuming and mentally exhausting
It performs a double trick, creeping, sticking to every inch of your tired skin, while taunting your stability; defying the remaining hope.
It mocks your gasps, blinding your eyes with the salty evidence of your weakness.
Your walk is quick, rapid, indifferent to everyone else's-
but the weight you pull is massive, painful and constraining.
Your face, cold, your eyes a sinking dusky void-
Unwelcoming, suffocating, searching for a savior.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC