every bit, every tiny bit i can feel the elephant foot through my chest, there is little to no breath, can i stop? god, if there is anything for me please don’t make it wait longer tell my future i won’t be coming earth is not my place, not anywhere i’ve been this is too much half my day i want to scream on the top of my lungs for help, for solitude, for no one why am i not heard yet?
maybe i should tell someone that my room is a mess like my head and i can’t keep it still, slowly filling my hands with anything i can find, i wont rest i cant rest i can’t let me go i have to become my future i promised i won’t go i promised things i can’t keep just let me go, my lungs have and the blood swells my chest my eyes aren’t smiling im sorry im not joyful like i used to be
Pull up your shirt, Put them away. Though it’s the same shirt some girl wore yesterday, It’s different cause her frame is dainty and chaste, It’s just your biology causes disgrace.
Leered at by Men, Jeered at by girls, Disdained by Authority , making them hurl Told to be thankful by those less endowed While men get their wanksfull from staring in crowds . Cause showing a shoulder that means I deserved it, Cause showing my body means I don’t deserve ****.
Pull up your shirt, Put them away. There’s nothing to do, nothing to say. You’ll never look pretty but Hey it’s okay! You’ll look **** or manly or just plain perverse I’m tryna explain all my feelings in verse,
There is an arrow, locked away somewhere, silenced My heart has felt it, its caress True consolation of one's life That arrow, buzzing vibrato after so many windows of my soul, will break your chest, will strike you dead with no notice.
I need a wishbone or a loophole sick of you and this old soup bowl I thought this plague would fade away I thought your chest was my favourite place tarot cards led me astray, I guess I try to never compress, I try to focus on my dress a ring that makes me smile or a vibrant hue anything to forget about you how about when you made butterflies erupt in my stomach how about when you made me think I knew what love is floating on the shipwreck waiting to be brought to shore these moments allowed me to process and plan for my next project, my next attack you thought you could beat me down think again
the lumy screen x-ray mission counting ribs but courting what's in-between trying to salvage disease from the pardonable cage use corrective attractors drag them on the screen and mould a mange of the dark spots humble in an alcove zoom in on the spot take out your little skin leafed pocket book clean the cough from your throat and sprout 'the working words of God' a congregation of cancer cells put in their place medicine
my fingernails are growing so long, I can feel myself changing my v line is bulging out, my chest is getting fuzzy my beard is filling out, my sideburns connecting stretch marks cover my body like a painting I am a legend in the making sculpting my body like clay, greek god coming your way is it Zeus, Poseidon, whichever way I am aligning myself to the path, to the way tuning the frequency I'm on to have me booming through the stereos to have me popping, up up and way we go
put your hand on your chest now make a cut and watch yourself bleed bleed deeply flowing flowing flowing red pouring but that heart it's still beating feel deeply alive still alive despite the pain how?
This gentle flow takes control with perfect form, dark eyes match and connect in the same breath. Warmth spreads from head to your *******, lower realms swirl in the depths. Skin glistening. Bubble up, subtle touch, fingers search inversed. Would rather tingle your thighs in line with my neck, criss crossed in ****** to snap. Head tilted back, quiver and spasm as your chasm erupts. Hushed sighs in a rush collect. Congruent thoughts mix in our heads, mind *** fulfilled through this text. Open your legs as your soft lips kiss with delicate sweat, thinking in sync when you stroke the same sense. All from the chest.
I walk through the desert of moonlight, I hold the lantern of mine in the chest, where I hear the music of the stars unheard by none except the one whom I loved before I had known my name as his, I close these eyes of mine, I open my palms, I ask not if I am consciousness or a walking dream, I am unity, I imagine the worlds of many I conjure within my mind in the eternal metamorphosis, the golden waves crash, I am the dunes between dreams and reality, I am the sands of time sifting through, I soar high in the wind, from the cave of the body, to the realms I hold as my own, here, rather than being as I, I am all.