i come to you half mad with desire
my *** turned to sacrifice;
starved, like an Unwatered flower,
A wretched *****
A sacred **********
A temple of worship,
Do you remember How you created me?
In A sort of Rebirth, out of the carcass I once was
Aching to be consumed
All my flesh and bones and sinews,
Stripped away.
Now, just the soft dew of our skin,
The clear thickened air dressed in fire
Smoked by the scents of sage and salt
evoking numberless poems
For me to swim through your body
back and forth in a sacred liturgy
Bloodied and purified I am Laid bare before you now
amidst The white sheets of the alter
A purity of sin almost worthy of worship,
almost crying out the holiness of lust before the gods.
And Our velvet kiss turning to a midnight confession
all of our vices and virtues
Are as blood and as sky.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
When lilies of pain bloomed from soil saturated in
blood
and lust
Mother Gaea gave birth to her most wretched daughter
A Stifled and stillborn and butchered daughter
A sacrificial lamb, of a daughter
An empty and anguished and defiled daughter
An ache
who was born from the corpses
left clinging together after the dust has settled.
An Ache
who’s cries were the imminent whistle of a descending bomb.
An Ache
who’s very breath was fulled with our most desperate whispers and prayers.
We set Gaea ablaze,
Left her singed and seared and amputated,
nothing but the sharp-edged fragments of what was,
burning away at memories of the battles that lingered still on her tongue.
A forest fire consuming and destroying itself, yet continually growing,
Growing enough to
burn
and burn
and burn
And burn
but not quite ****
Only to leave her daughter alive.
A daughter left to roam the blistered cadaver of her mother,
An Ache, still alive,
Alive and sickly and sweet
Full of beating blood and sticky wet breath.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
She sits in stoop, low over the sodden earth
Pressing herself to leave an impression in the muck
some sort of public confession,
That she actually exists.
Swallowing whole all things dead and dying, but
Her own unsubstantiated concept of
Living, defying her purpose
In insipid contradictions
To her needless desperation to grow.
To prove her own mass substantial
Absorbing into herself all things that seem too real,
That threaten her absoluteness
That threaten to have existed before her
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
Sad and sunken, sloppy
Reclining in their paperback seats
Heads lolling forward like they are made of
The rags they are clothed in.
Rags they sleep with. Clutched like a child's
Blankie to hold them down on the
Concrete bed made from their cold and hard
Voice,
But soft words, that built their bones
And concaved skulls, empty but
Open like a bowl to be filled,
Like their stomachs will remain unfilled,
Like their stomachs
Decaying,
Un-used and un-taught.
Soft, sloping, shoulders,
Slick but slump tongue,
Too heavy at the base of their throats
To speak and sigh,
They sway in their hollow frames
And sink lower in the cold.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC
They carry the body out at 5.37 p.m on a Sunday.
Cloaked under shadows of cloth, in the blackness of
Death.
We lay dead-empty as we watched.
They hovered with bleached masks and lay hands, cold,
On the still colder flesh, They pressed flesh on flesh,
Imagined life in hallowed cheeks,
They tried to bring more out of 63 kg of
Flesh and bone, spoke to break the seal of death
With remembrance
The body rotted below the cloth
The body grew stiffer, colder
And nothing more
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
The surreal walk to the unknown
Chemicals burn in our bloodstream
To wear it off
Walk till the break of dawn
We ignite our thrills
Engines roar
To conquer our midnight thrists
You will hear it
When it nears
Vanish into the night
Listen to the whispers
That it wants you to hear
Shift down for the shear rush
Through the abandoned leads
Trip down the memory lane
It wasn't our hunger in the first place
Just scripting of a memory to be made
The Needed cherish when everything fade
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
Tasting your skin
Whilst you scratch my thirst,
A flavour into the uncharted,
Flashing lights on our taste buds
As we fall into one another's worlds,
Our legs intertwine like vines,
Our breaths match simultaneously,
You raise your back like you're
Stretching your senses into my soul,
I separate you into two dimensions
And you still come back
For another whole universe
To explore.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
She whispered his name each
Night like a prayer waiting to be
Heard by a god she thought was
There. The way the syllables
Swirled round her tongue like an
Ancient tale she didn't know but
Felt when she heard her heart
Beat. The feel of the letters on her
Lips was like a childhood lullaby
She had heard a thousand times
But forgot the words to.
She longed for the person she had
Once known like her first name.
But what she didn't know was that
There are some things that must
Just remain forgotten.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
tell me back,
think me into nothing but a straight line,
a separation of roadways in the rearview.
this is holy,
this is a cathedral built of guilt
and no guise –
god unfolds the earth
and splits us apart.
that’s how I think of it
anyway.
I want to become past tense,
an antecedent to all that is divine,
“hail mary, full of graveyards,
the lord was with thee”
I want to become light –
the most beautiful thing
god ever created.
I want you to think me into a saint.
all I’m trying to say
is that I want to be simple
and pure –
a testament to Love,
assurance that it doesn’t have to be
complicated.
tell me back,
think me into the first prayer,
a plea for passion.
I want to become god’s light.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC