stitches.
a stab taken for healing purposes
proof my being is but dangling on a string.
mental scarring turns out to be more permanent than the ones I gave my wrist.
self-hate, self-doubt, self-destruction
I'm a snake that bites its own tail
donating a venom transfusion into my bloodstream.
staples.
shards of metal punched through my life
in a sad attempt of composure.
running from myself as my life runs away from me
emotional damage runs deeper than any blade could.
self-medicated by the pain
and mistaking poison for a sweet elixir
my world turns upside down in a matter of minutes.
sutures.
a single strand of fiber
responsible for keeping everything sewn together.
I'm a pretty little cross-stitch
patterned to perfection but laced with nightmares and a handful of bad memories.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
it started as a faint whisper
a subtle scratching at the door
a clawing at your insides
the sound echoed through your hollow bones
the vibration hurdled through your veins
and your emaciated soul absorbed the disturbance
red hues overtook your pale skin
the blood percolated through your pores
a loss caused by the monster within
convulsing in a pool of your own plasma
your breath comes in jagged gasps
and your body consumes itself
the creature resides behind the door
self-destruction is the lock
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
remember me never
and forget me always
please
just please
let my memories fade away
faint as the distance stars and planets
let us say our goodbyes to Jupiter
the daybreak comes in fast
quickly to separate the satellites
partitioning off the stars from the horizon
please
just please fade away
clouds roll in, obstructing my view
and the haze of the sun veils my eyes
it sets a fog over our melancholy scenery
please
just please let me fade away
and here I take my leave
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
shooting stars
their existence is a beautiful lie
they're the heaven's silent secret
hidden away between meteors
kept from the universe
skimming across the surface
your hands reach out
yet they return empty
your heart is like your hands
confused and at a loss
try again
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
your breath changes as the wind
swept away to a place I cannot see
drained as the pipes
my eyes betray me
the self is at stake
I can no longer hold my own
you, locked away in a castle tower
eternally trapped, yet eternally free
relations are strained by force
my sincerest apologies to you
and again, my eyes betray me
as you are taken from me
I shall also part from you
this is my greatest guilt
forever I am sorry
and forever my eyes betray me
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
by way of strangers we met
i recall those lustrous nights
the sky held no stars
we were young
maybe too young...
i don't remember which
us, a misfit bunch of misfits
a gang of conglomeration
unleashed on a distant city
to each of us our own
yet to each of us the same
caught up in scintillation
i was lost in the sounds
the sights, the smells
smoke veiled my exhausted eyes
and vapor, my lungs
these lights are unfamiliar
the neon language i cannot translate
we've only got 'one shot'
i think we turn left, maybe right
turns out, i think i was wrong
strangers swiftly became friends
and friends swiftly left
i, too, followed their exit
i struggle to remember everything
i can't even recall all the names
by way of strangers we left
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
the calico quilt
ragged and torn
memories laced in the patterns
the stirring of leaves
and the scent of autumn
falling foliage and falling hearts
to differentiate the same
would be futile
for leaves and love
both fell in fall
and together became kindling
ablaze in the hearth
burnt to be the same ashes
to differentiate the same
would be futile
the calico quilt
left by the fire
flames leap onto the fabric
of that calico quilt
together in ashes
under the warmth
of a fiery blanket
the quilt, the calico
tarnished, blackened
all as ashes
to differentiate the same
would be futile
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
sitting on the shoreline
the smell of low tide
encompasses your senses
fluttering eyes and steady breathing
the push and pull of the waves
rocks you to sleep
pull the water over your head
drowning in a sea of blankets
your fingers trace the folds
as they roll in in sets
crashing around your skull
memories flood into the crevices
tugging at your edges
they gush in like a fragmented dam
hitting the reef
blood swarms beneath your broken skin
your body gives way
eyes constantly fluttering open
and close
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
such sweet stippling
painted to perfection
your fresh face
in love and like
our altered age
distanced by difference
this conundrum
separated by space
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
the backyard is home to a field of flowers
amidst the roots the family dog discovers skeletons
the petals stick to themselves; the weeds spread
it's found that the flower-bed holds its secrets
with curiosity and wandering eyes comes a child
in innocence, he opens his arms only to receive pain
he drops to the earth, writhing in pain
his light form crushing the weeds and flowers
the dog barks at the screaming child
and tries to release him from the skeletons
the strength of their grasp is that of their secrets
you see the effects spread
across the child's skin they spread
his face warping under the pain
opening his mouth, he began releasing his secrets
telling only the ears of the crushed flowers
and the arms around him, those of the skeletons
look at the helpless child
the bones are engulfing the child
grabbing and pulling, faster they spread
the boy becomes one with the skeletons
he becomes one with his pain
his body sinks further down into the flowers
and the flowers promise to keep his secrets
the weeds overheard his secrets
the boy looks less and less of a child
as he settles in with the flowers
making room for him, the flowers spread
the suffering subsides, decreasing pain
he's almost as the skeletons
his body unites with the skeletons
the ***** age keeps his secrets
no longer is there pain
no longer is there a child
into the ground, his limbs spread
into the roots of the flowers
the pain no longer is in the child
because the skeletons stole his secrets
his bones spread among the flowers
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC