Whoosh, there goes my heart,
down into my chest
Whoosh, there goes my stomach,
sinking to the earth
Whoosh, there goes my steady knees,
shaking like a tree,
Whoosh, there goes my bated breath,
carried by a breeze
The big sink is always there when you care to think
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
I need someone to hold me near when things inside get too austere.
But, who would want to fill that role when I for one am much too cold?
Some have tried to fix this hole, but all have ended up in my stranglehold.
It seems that the gods enjoy quiet malice when looking down on my calloused gladness.
Why do I seek out love and life, when I tend to cut them loose with a carving knife?
What better way to spend my free time than with rhyming and cursing the time and what's mine.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
I made a choice to let him near my private island by the pier
Before the water would shine so clear
But he let the currents swim with fear
The atmosphere turned dark and drear
With tides that move with painful blear
He stained my ocean and smeared my cheer
Left my beach polluted and my breeze veer
Where I'm left kneedeep by his rotten cohere
Now my choice remains very unclear
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
I now know the truth,
the lie that festered in my mind,
brought to light through my eye,
that life is full of nigh,
of questions which remain unanswered,
and prayers with no reply
A life which lacks accommodation,
that thirsts for chaos and causation,
the universe with no remorse,
feeds happily on our life force,
we reach out for succour yet are met with not an utter
The nature of the world we know stays messy and obscure,
we endure the daily war of terror and eyesore,
searching for an inner peace we know we cannot reach
And unfortunately for me,
there is no escape from what you come to know
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
Smoke dances around me,
clouding the room in a mystic breath,
it hangs from my lips like the veil that sits upon a bride’s jeweled head,
it flows through the air with nimble grace only to vanish into space,
ascending to the heavens where I can never reach,
it’s only lasting trace sits heavily beneath my teeth,
a sweet but acrid kiss that escapes in breathless fear,
rotting flowers fill my lungs with their dying drear,
constricting my voice with lasting vice,
till I’m choking up petals of addictive bliss.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
Hands like bodies,
rough and calloused,
smooth and soft,
freckled knuckles,
blemished palms,
with cuts and scars littered like stars,
short and stubby or long and thin,
different skins and many strings.
Despite their difference,
they share the same sins,
capable of giving gifts,
but also skilled in petty theft.
Warm and kind caresses,
bruised and ****** stresses,
a gentle yet expressive message,
fingers trail like searing fire upon wry shaking lips.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
My body is the urn that holds my ashes.
No matter how I change its shape and design,
its purpose stays the same.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
No one cares if you are falling,
as long as you are still flying.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Porcelain white is painted polite.
Grown-up to be perfect, and pretty in lace.
Long shiny hair tied up with a bow.
A beautiful pro at hiding her woe.
Dressed to the nines with diamonds that shine,
to blind those from seeing her broken design.
Her body a shrine all knotted with twine.
Privileged, and coddled.
Loved, and swaddled.
Prepped for ascension,
despite the fine lines that grow in her spine.
Cracks in the porcelain, rigid and sly,
grow bigger with rigour as time flies by.
One more bawl and she’ll break above all.
I am a china doll, would you like to see me fall?
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
Despondency cloaks
Like how fondant blankets cake
I hate fondant’s taste
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC