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Sour Patched Kid Nov 2016
almost funny how
one can read Nietzsche
and still
become the monster

stared too long into the abyss
without care

seductive void
i strut towards
it beckons me
sways its hips

hip deep, enamored
left behind my armor
lips creep to a smile
i've found my karma

i'm clawing my way back
limping the hairy path
oozing slime and blood
and hatred

now i'm most careful
avoiding mirrors
do not stare
i am the abyss

avoiding mirrors
do not stare
my reflection is Medusa
i am become monster
Sour Patched Kid Nov 2016
I am just as evil as you are.
That damming claws at my ev'ry choice,
but steadily I will hold the bar
and 'member my inner sound, my voice.

The call rings. I answer with virtue,
recalling reasons not to hurt you.
You spout your hate and project your pain;
pain - that chorus I will not refrain.

Sometimes I wince and curse the earth
and others I rinse and find rebirth.
Sometimes I lie the dead night awake
to try to burn before daylight breaks.

The saga lives, I'm tired of its tail.
I'm using all my strength to prevail.
The serpent slowly slithers around,
but again I bring the giant down.
Sour Patched Kid Nov 2016
she was broken
like sunlight french-kissing water,
refracting and reflecting
into dozens of colors
shades of blue and red and yellow
not everyone could see
or appreciate

without light,
a diamond is just another rock
Sour Patched Kid Nov 2016
i never drop my bread crumbs
when i sink this far below the skin
how can hell be humid
when naked of its kin?
i'm pawing for the walls
and grasping barely air
never bracing for the fall
i cannot seem to care

this cornerless void i alone exhale
- whatever i heir -
i resonate in the broken bricks,
this cobweb crypt to where
i drudgingly drag all my demons:
my bones - a cage, a lair

you'd reckon i'd learn
this thousandth time
that the undead
be they buried
never will they die

and never do they leave this crypt
- their home was once called mine -
how could they take residence
in all of my goodbyes?
Sour Patched Kid Nov 2016
spider
crawled out from under that
cinder block
thought all was
safe
in the shadows

another shadow came
soon
all was dark
Sour Patched Kid Jul 2016
you embrace
be it hands, arms, bodies
you say, "see you soon"
with such faith

you part ways
your relationship pauses
the rest of the world winds

i didn't know i would be
seeing you
for the last time.
Sour Patched Kid Jul 2016
you were never mine.
you will never be mine
you will always be yours

maybe one day
I'll be lucky enough
to be "mine"
lying next to you while
you're being "yours"
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