izzi3

izzi3 Jul 2015

i get what it's like wanting
to but can't and feeling your
insides churn with the idea
of physical tranquility
just feeling like absolute ****
and just want to pull your
insides out through your
mouth just to see if that
would make a *******
difference at all, to anything
then tying them in pretty
bows and stuffing them back
inside you in any attempt to feel
normal and beautiful and worthwhile
but knowing that in reality,
they'll just churn around inside
until you throw them back up
plus more to leave you heavy
hearted and solemn
and much much worse than before,
a shaking carcass that never
worked successfully. a body
full of bones and barely functioning parts.
liquid drips from wrists and
thighs but the world keeps
on spinning and shying
away from the sun
because no breath taken
by even the most beautiful
of people in your direction
can help it
so you sit there in the corner
feeling more nd more remorse
pile on until you feel so low
you're just a puddle
bleeding out on the
bathroom floor
and that is the best
form you'll ever take*
because it's the only one
you know.

co-write with my fav human @libby much love for this one

izzi3 Jul 2015

anger

you're like bolt lightning in an old bottle
irrational and far too difficult to control
but then again no different to a shouting father
screaming wildly at his helpless child
that has taken to lying through his teeth
about the demons hiding beneath the surface
of his pallid skin.

as if shouting would ever make the world
stop spinning quite as fast, or make the
sun stop glaring at the faces of the forgotten
ones who reside mainly in their houses trying
oh so hard not to break themselves in half
while attempting not to let life take them
when it's so early in the year.

I don't know, it's been a while

Jun 2015

Lottie

Bad dreams.

Forgive me my nightmares,
And forgive me my fear.

izzi3 Jun 2015

atomic lover

stars like atoms in the sky drift
making me feel lost and tiny as
well as rather insignificant in your
gigantic world.

i will add to this

izzi3 Jun 2015

people start to rush by

the swirling emotions - anger, insanity. twisting
thoughts into something twisted and horrific.
mixed with tight schedules, busy bodies and
sleepy heads dropping quickly.

this is unfinished and so i will add to it. but i do like the direction it's going in atm

izzi3 May 2015

!

somewhere deep deep inside of
a racking body is a dark little corner
in which resides all of the twisting ghosts
I've ever met in this short life of mine
and it's got to the point that every
single waking day I ask each and every
one of these tedious souls why they've
stayed, why they've locked themselves in
this wrecked shell of a body, this broken
structure that is my ribcage. and never left
me alone. never broken out of the brittle
complex that supports this snapping creature.
madness creeping through muscles, flashing
lights dancing before wild eyes, lungs laced
with fire and not breath, heart racing - pumping
acidic thoughts around an already infected body
hopeless, powerless, oblivious (or not) - i wish
i was.