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Oct 2020 · 58
seep
17711 Oct 2020
my eyes are no longer spouts.
they are steel made of lost consciousness.
and as for the well
it has been taken by dunes of soot
and this,
this milky shadow.
disgust flowing slowly through my flesh as time drags me by my eye lids.
screams from above,
yelling from their crystal lungs
"save yourself"
loudness without understanding as they quickly dissipate
and I am taken
turned to shade
black lightning slowly strikes, like the way liquid finds it's path down glass.
all the exit signs have burnt out and caught fire.
this flood of abysmal embers that glow white, but also black.
and the stygian bolts that cast shadows within and all around.
I am very much dead, but with breath
and with each, I seep.

poem or plea?
Aug 2020 · 51
earthquakes before spring
17711 Aug 2020
the grim held my lips
away from yours
crowded with the hail of red lights in all four directions
as my veins crawl from my mouth
I placed the period before the beginning begun
I've never known you
instead abysmal dreams are now my company
or what I now know as reality
they have engulfed me in some sort of straight jacket
if only the future happened a little further in the past
I might have tasted your skin instead
and saw the deep color your eyes might have kept
along with my soul
my lips have instead been taken into melted burgundy
and scalded by your absence and my unknowing lover
I am drenched in ignorance
that is my death
and my own betrayal to what was comfort
Apr 2020 · 74
the night of 4.8.20
17711 Apr 2020
the hazy afterthought
of the bathroom so near
as I collide with the doorway
the blue dawn welcomes me in
bathed in my vision (the angel of fear)
tangled in torment and torture
silent screeches pierced through my ears

I know she has passed
a long time ago she slipped
but last night I found her wrapped in white water
crying from her wrists
and as she vanished my eyes opened
as I lay drowning in the minutes
Mar 2020 · 80
passage
17711 Mar 2020
what do we have, but this life.
our gods that stay hidden within our minds.
be it unseen,
or undesired.
distinguished as love
and, inevitably, being misplaced.
our memory passes as wind.
and the moments, bursting from our eyes.
but I ask you
what do we have?
but to experience the misunderstood
and grieve from incomprehension.
we have the very thing we call life
and, from time to time, we're told this
by the joy, the pain, and the mystery
that runs down our faces.
Oct 2019 · 2.2k
streetlight by my side
17711 Oct 2019
streetlight by my side
sees
streetlight by my side
bleeds
streetlight by my side
grieves
streetlight by my side
cries
streetlight by my side
lies
streetlight by my side
tries
streetlight by my side
leaves

the whites in my eyes die
and I am swallowed by the memories
of that lost streetlight
Sep 2019 · 85
shove
17711 Sep 2019
she can't tell you
about the face of God,
but she can show you a garden
that's equal.
Sep 2019 · 84
life guidance
17711 Sep 2019
great plains in the sky
made of lakes yet fallen

brevity

white static floating from smokey stars above
of which we can see, but cannot touch

brevity

burnt mountains without melting expressions
chilled whispers laying seconds to their coffins with it's infinite lullaby

brevity

bold, sunken opticals played by illusion
connected to an ***** of wires and circuits
connected to

brevity
Sep 2019 · 155
nowhere stuck
17711 Sep 2019
stuck in the middle of nowhere
of which coordinates cannot unveil
and contained by boundaries
of the open sea that is space
shrouded by white temples
and the paintings that linger upon its supported walls
that blanket endless halls

we look to the future
unto the face of change
a visage with no name
never confessing it's chemistry
but it's sustained continuity
breathes life

so we are stuck
within the middle of nowhere
what touches our parameters
bleeding onto our coalescence
as itself
bounded in boundlessness
Aug 2019 · 96
hospital lights
17711 Aug 2019
suspended with gloom
as I watch everything I should have been
fade away into the depths of a hallway
where the light may never reach
diseased or deceased?
Jul 2019 · 199
sounds other animals make
17711 Jul 2019
don't breathe to me
in the patterns that you tend to.
hold them in
and let them grow stale

blue in the cheeks
the worry in your eyes ensue
no more poison
as you breathe to me in braille
Jul 2019 · 302
soaking burnt
17711 Jul 2019
I've seen a sunset shed rain
though blurry
beauty still escaped
through iridescence it fled
and as I turned away
a flood made of both liquid and light
drowned my perception of touch and sight
Jul 2019 · 77
gravity has risen
17711 Jul 2019
there's down within the walls
quiet in space
a mirror to the dying sun
blindly gasping before all has fallen

there's down within the walls
quilted with wilted hollowness
and shivers dance without sound
without windows it has only grown

there's down within the walls
and all stays for keepsake
no entrance and no escape
gravity has risen

emptiness clung to the down
and reverberated within confinement
in search, but still knowing it's only destination
Jul 2019 · 200
Galileo vs. Void
17711 Jul 2019
he said we were not the center
you all thought otherwise
with double sided mirrors clasped by your sides

he said we were not the center
you all said otherwise
with your heads fallen off of your shoulders into the palms of your own demise

he said we were not the center
you all swore otherwise
screaming with face paint and weapons
what did you say and why?

"I am the center"
"we are the center"
self proclaimed banter

looking into double sided mirrors
with heads in hands
let the weapons and paint do the talking

ego takes the center
with gravity
the lost revolve
Jul 2019 · 97
vomit on a screen
17711 Jul 2019
I tend to laugh when I get mad
and numb when I'm sad
so hand me your fourth finger on a silver platter
and I'll dress it with my mood ring

the open field and it's moving wind
has no mind, but it's all the same
the distance from heart to brain
and the distance from home to strange

the song never ends
the strings vibrate
muffled and underwater
slowly, slowly, slowly

my kind
always die
and live hard
live really intensely and hard and sturdy
always ending in melted wax
with smoke rising
waving hand gestures
with haze and goodbyes
Apr 2019 · 1.8k
rockland greenery
17711 Apr 2019
the October wind grazes
along fields of my skin
but August still lingers with suffocation,
humidity continually seeping

as rustling leaves made a girl
knowing colors would change
permeating a hint of cinder
from the stems, the bark, the branches

hooves cautiously drifting
drawn to low static
the flow of chemistry
over pebbles and geology

my reality is laid to rest
but awoken by peaceful dreams
naturally creating moments
art by which exists in visceral beams

we learn that the wind carries infancy
the substrate holds discovery
the water reveals change, if not time
and the brain develops meaning
-belonging only to seen ambience
-to which includes ourselves
Apr 2019 · 92
Beware E
17711 Apr 2019
white light
pulsing,
walking my way.
twitching.
ticks buried inside a glisten.
sinking sharpness.
blade to eye.
diving with it's numb electricity
pulling me to levitation.
crack me open.
split me wide.
break my internal life.
Mar 2019 · 250
foreign sports cars
17711 Mar 2019
dark
light

I wake up to dirt
toys
bunkbeds

dark
light

I wake up to a classroom
girls
friendships

dark
light

I wake up to a beard
a 9 to 5
bills

dark
light

I wake up to a wife
kids
wisdom

dark
light

I wake up to wrinkles
loss
deterioration

light
dark
Mar 2019 · 197
mocean
17711 Mar 2019
backwards in motion
the ocean flees land
with the rhythm of no pattern
yet with more rhythm and pattern than strings and percussion

it's seen where eyes have not
pressing further than ticks
foaming at the mouth
will it be saved?
or shall we see blue pour red
Mar 2019 · 212
the word goodbye
17711 Mar 2019
elastic skin
should you break
you would unleash
rust

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