Ounces of it crawled out of my mouth
drawing in new life until the next climaxes out
I hold it,
a small pain dawns on me
as such a tiny thing
its quite scary
A machine beeps and brings me back to reality
to a muzzle linked to my life, my face, my reality
Inclined to fear what I cannot remember
I see only masked people five steps apart
contorted faces becoming their masks
Until the dream rippled to
only a murky beeping sound
which soon enough was drowned out too
leaving a quiet room of silent saviours.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
THIS HAS SOME SERIOUS SUBJECTS - suicide
Rushing through a forest,
of dashing bright colours escalating down from above,
glazing me in a warm hug.
My feet,
exposed and free from self control,
threaded through vines of ancient trees and trodden upon moss that glistened in the light that began to blush for the beginning of a sunset...or I thought it was the light.
Instead, a red line waved on a branch near the moss and with a ghostly glow,
it captivated me.
Its beauty taunted my feet,
so much so that I ran,
and in less than a second I stood taller than the branch, and evidently, the thin piece of red..hair?
I held it softly,
watching the small creature curiously, whipping around desperately against the cool breeze,
and I just got more and more curious.
I looked away, for a second scouting for another piece of delight, when I looked back the only delight I found was the sun light, reflecting of a ghostly grey line, in my pale hand.
I unfurled my fist,
and felt my heart sinking as I watched the slow sad descend of the old grey hair until I couldn't see it anymore,
and started to trod away, until that is, another ****** red hair started to blush.
However this time I,
Did not run
Did not walk fast
and Did not touch.
Instead I,
Swallowed my pride
Searched around
and Saw a long line of them on branches,
like soldiers ready to be inspected.
It was enchanting, the way the colour seemed to glow as I walked past each bunch of red hair that increased in size as I got closer to the end, ... but at the end of the path is why I never admired the colour red again.
Strangled, dangling from a tree, red marks scraped so hard against her neck she bleeds and her hair...
her hair coming out in knots at her feet.
and i realised why her hair was so red...
it was covered in blood,
contorting to hide the grey oily twigs of elders hair that was whisked away in the wind, to the blushing sunset I never want to see again.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
The bare branches braced,
for the hurricane that came with the winter wind and rain
The tree shivered in the sharp outburst of wind
that cut playfully into its vulnerable twig like limbs
snapping their bony foundations,
reducing them to limply hang from a stringy piece of flesh.
The branches swayed treacherously now,
a few, battered strings acted like a lifeline,
yet the barrage of attacks made by the season never halted.
The tree quivered at the site of where its limbs might go,
pulled under by the pouncing waves and splinted by the dark jaggerdy rocks,
which would both giggle in a chorus so loud,
it drowned out even the winds howling sound.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
The wound you left me,
cut deep within me,
no bandages of a new love will cure me,
but as I watch you leave my eyes,
Sanity crept out of my mind...
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
eager...
excited...
bundling up inside me..
for a small token from a very special person
to come through that stretched box in the door to be ripped open.
1 day...
2 days...
3 and 4...
where has my butterflies gone,
my tummy empty of excitement which fuels.
finally,
metal clanks;
SNAP
and paper wades down the red oak door
to the ignorantly tranquil floor. and as it flutters down,
it resembles the last fleeting heartbeats of an old women
who I once called grandma.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
From the shivering trees of winter,
to sunlight's brew,
the world is magical to me and possibly, you.
You hear the birds song and the crickets noises,
creating a symphony of spells,
contrasted to the gunshots of humans who just echo until they ****
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
Weep,
poor willow drunken,
from the water you lay your roots on.
Weep,
for your drooping leaves ,
dance in the wind and upon the great expanse of the water underneath.
Weep, for the final time,
for my axe! brings down your drooping vines.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Can I have some paper,
to be danced upon by my quill,
to pave a way for my thoughts to form and bind them to my soul
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Fiery rays of white
awaken the dark soundless night.
They trickle,
They dance,
They make the night seem blissful,
and parade down in a line of melting silver,
sending a shiver into the dark nights colour.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
from the moment we live
to the moment we die
we are apart of life
but when you end that time,
you get a choice
of running as beast, chained by humanity,
or be the earth that watches silently.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC