your eyes are open
but your broken heart is closed
for renovations

Sometimes
the words drop
from fingertips,
climbing over each
other like playful
children.

Sometimes
the words flow
quietly, gently,
like soft waters in
a whispering pond.

Sometimes
the words burst out,
roaring like mighty
thunder,
sparking the sky
like brilliant
lightening.

Sometimes
the words spill out,
like scalding lava,
scorching and setting
aflame all in their wake.

Sometimes
the words latch on
with fangs,
suckling the life
force from its
intended victim.

Sometimes
the words infuse
thought and passion
into the bloodstream,
like a ***** *******,
injecting
euphoric bliss.

Sometimes
the words sit back,
silently observing
waiting,
patiently,
for the need
to birth the cries
of the heavy heart

releasing an ocean
of emotion…

and drowning
the world.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 16 Oct. 2015
Friday

Alcohol lingers on
my breath
as I hide
my hands in
my sweater.
I chew on
what were once
delicate lips
but are now
dry and often
bleed.
I am covered
in these
bad habits
that have become
too hard
to hide.

-O.B

He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back

I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.

We are all mere dots in this vast mural:
too fickle and futile
to comprehend the complexities
of existing
where
everything is part of
a design so grand
that it stretches
before and beyond eternity,
a design so intricate
that it weaves together
strangers' destinies
and where
nothing is
contingent and coincidental
nothing is
random and accidental
nothing is
ever
too early or too late.
But
don't just use this as an excuse
to settle in your unfortunate state
because though everything is part
of this grand plan ordained,
our ultimate destiny
is to be something great.