n0iπ çlßs: Poems

n0iπ çlßs Nov 2018

the mask
you wear
is splintering

you taped the fraying edges
so your ocean tears
would not seep
through the cracks

but the tape
is old

too old

and ready to break
when the current
raises the waves
to
high tide

çµrse∂

n0iπ çlßs Jan 2019

çµrse∂

caged forevermore
i will not let down my hair,
it has been cut -- short.

heπ

n0iπ çlßs Nov 2018

heπ

will she ever look my way
those eyes
that pierce the horizon
only see the sun
that will soon blind her
while I,
a star far above,
look longingly
at her sun outlined
black silhouette
as she walks
away

l¿ƒe

n0iπ çlßs Oct 2018

l¿ƒe

close the dusty box
puzzles always lose a piece
that cannot be found

µntıtléd

n0iπ çlßs Nov 2018

µntıtléd

you may be the one that is left
but that means
i will be the one who is right

søç¡opå†h

n0iπ çlßs Dec 2018

søç¡opå†h

a heart
tainted
by the breath
of god

with scars
encircling his head
like vultures
of old tattoos

the sporadic voices
that line
the inside
of his head

are not innately born
into his mind
but rather
a developing evil

that show no escape
from the hell
he was born
into

a cctv camera
loses focus on
its tantalizing
prey

what better description
of humanity

— The End —