Her voice but a whisper as
Death clutches her tiny frame
Her eyes ***** windows unbreachable
As her sins
She takes to the grave
She tries in vain to convey her pain
As her words
Rattle rasp and hiss
Incomprehensible
Empirical
The language of the dead
For surely she knows
Her death
Given her pain
Will be a welcoming comfort
She closes her eyes in anticipation
Her breathing short and laboured
Her mind and body have betrayed her
Fragile and frail
Wrought of disease this husk of a shell
That was once so beautiful
Unrecognizable
Soiled in excreta
Silently crying as
She lay dying
Ravaged by unwanted
Memories of a time
Long Gone
Living is easy she
Mused
It is death that is hard
And with that final thought
She gasped
And she was gone
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
when I die
just slop it up
mark that stain on your soul
**** you heartbreak
what I feel
only the devil knows
shortness of breath
*****
get out my head
I killed you already
you're dead
you can cry it to the gods
shout it to the clouds
the shovel
is already in my hands
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
#korryn
I am not a beast
I am not the monster
You make me out to be
Condemned ostracized and
Castrated - a ***** of
My community
Just to **** me with impunity
Slaughter me and
Call it democracy
To silence me
It's a ******* fallacy
Perverting normalcy
Crazy all the bodies
There is not enough dirt
To cover your hypocrisy
Everything you touch
Ends in atrocities
Your lies and deceit
Cunning and chicanery
Eclipse insanity
Evokes a calamity which
Inflicts humanity
A sham on society
Your democracy
I've had enough
Sickened and alone
Barricaded in my home
Today my voice
Shall finally be heard
I speak with the blunt force
Trauma
Of my
Enemies
Words
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
maybe you can be my inspiration
my muse
cause God knows alone I'm useless
my backbone my strength
my focus
to make it home
to you
maybe
I'm just a dreamer
a believer
in humanity
in life
in you
in second chances
swimming with sharks
and biting back
just as hard
if not harder
for you
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
I can hear a voice in the distance
Echoing off the far corners of my mind
And with the intensity of thunder
It comes and it goes
And each time it gets louder
I try to run away
But
There is no escaping the storm
Trapped within my head
Agonizing torture
Unrelenting pain
The storm has risen
Less the rain
What have I've done God
God what have I've done
To receive such pain and punishment
Contemplating suicide
In search of a gun
If this is my hell
Then life isn't worth living
Flashes of the past
Lighting with a storm
Have spawned a tornado
And it's causing me great harm
Driving me mad
Driving me insane
Driving me to the edge
With gun
In hand
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
decadence prevails
where tree and flower smithers
a child's dream defered
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
the birds are busy
gathering twigs to make nest
a bee buzzes by
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Togetherness
Embroiled
In the hearts
Of lovers
Forever
Stranded
On an island
Of love
Absent
Of
Malice
Attempts-
To ******
Their insecurities
Blanket illusions
Masking the effect
When love
Becomes lust
A race to nut
A
Cozy
Little
Lie
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
sushi girl
john dies at the end
two days in new york
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
did they think not
their secret would be found
silly of them to think their lie could endure
planted beneath a sycamore
a quite shame bounds
the two of them forever obscure
to live life in shame
hounded by hell's hounds
without a bone to barter
their futures bleak for sure
living life's regrets standing on hollow ground
beneath a sycamore
where wild flowers spoor
a note of regret
for who soever shall find whim
hangs their life and dreams
dancing on the wind
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC