You.
Like a parasite, you've entered my blood
Stream and spread through my body.
Like cancer, you've grown and multiplied
Faster than I could **** you.
Like weeds you've taken over everything
I had and grown over it.
Like alcohol I'm dependant on you and
The feeling of you and the touch of you.
You.
You may be bad for me,
But I can't give you up.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
Watching from beyond, writing their little notes.
Look behind the brainstem and see the past perfect present tense.
You thought about it and I heard it. We grabbed the thoughts.
New bones and muscle.
All the different ones, all the same thoughts pulsing, like brain radar bounding back.
They're of me. they're in me.
But he is not.
The serpent retains it's form but it stays inside. It blinds my dreams.
No escape, let craving; an eternal void.
As it all becomes one form and function. We join. We are the new being, hideous and beautiful.
I think he has taken my soul. I probably wasn't using it anyway.
I am his disguise.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
He looks like a trapped caged animal,
So evil and transparent
Almost naked among the cloud;
Laid bare,
For all to see.
He knows the end is here!
He hates the feeling of not being in 'control'
Fear consumes his mind.
He is no longer.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
wants to take a shower in your blood because bathing
in it has already been done.
(Ted Bundy asked how you were doing,
and I replied, "still alive, unfortunately.")
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Life can be hard when your thoughts are messier than your bed could ever be.
Sentences, phrases, words, anything just racing around my mind.
Sometime I can sort them, catagorise them in a way that makes them easier to perceive.
But sometimes, that's not the case.
They twist and manipulate as if my mind is a kaleidoscope and every new thought just adds another fragment to the broken picture inside my head.
Maybe it would help to understand, or maybe it would just add to the confusion.
I wish I understood why my mind works like this, in these confusing an mysterious ways.
Perhaps one day I'll understand why they behave this way, but for now I'll continue trying to organise my racing thoughts.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Mel mí hendi dagniruva
Nai npér ve nu mel
Ar pér lok tenn’ i orë
Úhendi
Love within the eyes is not the bane of
That which we desire
And bends unto the heart
Not the eye
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
With every bite with bone and skin,
The temple groaned and shook again.
His dwelling place did I neglect
To the end with bad effect.
Your soul wanders an endless maze.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
The stains trickling down the edges of his lips,
A straight face remaining.
A dreaded corpse,
Begging to see
Blood evident everywhere.
Hair creeping out in places,
Ears tucked back neatly,
Expressionless still
Lacking movement.
Fear seeping into the environment...
Death and life remains unknown,
Symmetrical in every sense.
Cloth removing simple vision
Steady and calm,
Quiet elegancy
Graceful in thought,
Until death once more.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Prodigia comploratus,
Silence, oro,
Regnet exitium
{Wonders mourning,
Silent, I pray,
Reign destruction}
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC