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Life's a Beach Apr 2014
And so I gave him my hand
And he turned it quizzically over within his
Skin weaving against skin
As he counted up each didget
One piggy
Three piggy
More.
Meat.
And he thumbed each lying line down to my palm
And trickled his fingers over the bone
Before tracing and placing his nails
Against the bloodied stump of home

He looked up
Why did you do it?
His voice a curious void

"They said I should lend you hand."
I said

Brow furrowed
Consideration
He cries
"I think you thought a tad too literal...but, thanks."

"Are you sure it's enough?"
My stumps substance soaked into my socks.

"Only they said to be prepared"

They didn't mean any harm

"That you might want the arm."
Life's a Beach Apr 2014
Hide inside
Pesticide
Spiders slip
Inside your skin
Strip within
Filled with sin

Oh
Take  me
Break me
Fake me

Oh you
Simmer
Glitter
I'm not without a light
Why fight
Fill your brimmer
You glimmer
Why don't you judge who's
FITTER

Don't be so scared
I'm self aware
It's just your faults I blame

I hide inside your light
I beg you, please don't fight
So tell, what's my right?
So tell me, Will. I. FIGHT?

Why don't you
Hate me
Stake me
Fake me
Forsake me

Don't be so scared
I'm well aware
That we are all the same.

You
Glimmer
Simmer
I hide inside your light
You ask me
Am I bitter
I glitter
Sinner
Oh
I beg you, what's my right?
I ask you, do I fight?

I'm not inside your pesticide
I hide inside your rage

I'm not too scared
I shield your glares
They strip aside my age

So, will I
Glimmer
Simmer
I hide inside your light
Do I
Glitter
You sinner?
I ask you watch my rights

Will you
Hate me
Break me
Forsake me or
**** me

I ask you , it's your right.
I ask you, why should I fight you?
Life's a Beach Apr 2014
When you become numb, and
the signals in your head
slow down to a run
and you become blank

Your future smells rank, but
you thank the skies, as you
burst the bags under your eyes
and feel, for once, release.

You stroke your face, but
knowledge has ceased, and
your fingers are peaceful now,
as you release them now.

To roam unfeeling.

Peeling away the lines that
have taken home there,
you moan, unheard, and
feel

nothing.
Nothing
No thing can
reach you
now.
Life's a Beach Apr 2014
I can't
I can't go back.
Shadows of bells chime as
I wipe the grime of guilt from
my face, replacing it
with Air
Stripping off the care of
another world.

I can't
I really can't go back,
a mountain of monotony lies
unattended.
My title mediocrity is
undefended
for once
Just for once, please,
Freedom,
just once.

I can't
I simply can't go back,
I calm, change tack and
stack the lacking storm
away and
stray, dangerously, into
safety.
I need to,
I must
Leave.

Because I can't
I can't go back.

Not now I've tasted freedom.
Life's a Beach Mar 2014
There were sparks on her breath
Where the fire's caress had left her
tongueless,
the yolk of youth spat the
wrongness of existence.
Take the high road
***** resistance.
****** it's folds of fat.

The guilt of passivity sat
dead, and diseased, in
her throat
Invisible moat cutting into
face,
erase her social security
and the soft sand slopes of
unmarked dark purity.

The girl's existence fought
clarity
An apple lacking search
for sanity.

Once inside her mind, the girl
fought free:
she cupped the face of maturity
and licked his salty lips
her tongue scenting soulless spit
upon a torn pervaded face.
Ripping a loveless, humbled, embrace
into ashes, her
imagination cymbal clashes in
realities orchestra.

Shooting sighs worked up
her vertebra. Her lips, as
faithless as Cressida, lay
curled and cut forlorn
at her feet. Her tangled
continuation a
mangled, drawn out
defeat.

Life force-fed her a caps-locked
delete, a sunken voice sang of
soft sleep.

But the stump of a tongue
pressed
Repeat.
Life's a Beach Mar 2014
The sea waits watchful
Wanting me back
To wade through shallow
Bottomless waves
And drift my way
to peace.

I shall resist.
Life's a Beach Mar 2014
I would never forgive you,
and heaven could never admit me.
For I'd wash myself in the blackest
of your sins, and slip
away my inner white.
And at the end of the day I'd
breathe out my light, to
haunt you in heated
harmony.
Until our next night
Together.

I am bound to you by
a nooseman's tether.
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