body in a rage blood bubbles rummaging horns begin to make an entertrance howls of shrieking agony veins shattering with pupils dilated and saliva trailing down my crimson stained lips your best bet is to run. get the **** away from me.
my body is a topic that trails the mouths of a family at dinner it is the trail of saliva that leaves shortly after breaking a heated kiss always leaving a bitter taste
but when did you taste me? when did I crawl into your mouth full of cavities?
existing as I am cements chains in people's root canals a topic for discussion my life to debate trans people being the forefront it is so inconvenient and sinful and yet its the flavor on their seething lips
kissing one another trailing more saliva knowingly trading hate with ones mind and lips integrating more citizens and normalizing their behavior
pieces of my puzzle are aligning trauma and enlightenment go well together it seems as though once you've hit rock bottom the very top feels like heaven
a walking contradiction how do you go from wanting to die to living your life with authenticity
pieces fitting in shapes never seen before pieces shifting sizes finishing the next assignment
a life on hold holds very little to me
finishing my next task is today but what is for tomorrow? craving more isn't selfish it's fulfilling questions make me contemplative unable to sleep at night thoughts running for more the adrenaline keeping me alive
pieces of my puzzle can break apart pieces deceive me and don't actually fit it is a lesson to look more closely
a piece has appeared it's unclear where it goes where it starts where it ends it will belong in due time
hello, it has been a long while since I published anything publicly. I've made one or two works this whole year in private but not a whole lot. poetry is relieving for me when I fall into depressive states not so much when I'm stable. But I am starting a new chapter in my life.
Witches, ******* Glitches in the matrix Wretches on mattress ******’ till their mind is gone Listening to satanic songs
Degenerates 24/7 dates Deserving all the hate Earthquakes and disasters Perverted *******
It’s all their fault Breathing in our world Un-boys and un-girls Choices! Choices! Impure and unclean Choices! Choices! Heads in the guillotine Never born, never seen Never born, never seen It’s always their choices They don’t know what right is Heads in the guillotine Heads in the guillotine
Satire p.s: the fact that I wrote this just before the Lil nas x and satanism fiasco is killing me haha ''listening to satanic songs''
There is some kind of hidden energy In my hands when I lift them up as I speak move with the vibrations out of my mouth; in synergy when my eyes squint and widen, and I lift my cheek and my body moves with my voice rhythmically you think I am a freak, weak and all you do is critique followed by the desire to wickedly do my mimicry But there is power in my mystique You are so fragile, shallow and lowly If you are bothered by how I speak and my physique So keep trying to hurt me I’ll change my pain into my art as I please
This was written out of anger when one day My University Professor bullied me in front of whole class by the way I speak.
I haven't even met you but I feel as though I have Romance is kind of funny like that I'm 31 years old but I'm an inexperienced school girl inside I'm a nervous child dreaming of her first time I haven't even met you but you're eyes have captivated me I'm entranced in a frozen moment Of innocence and patience Your pale blue iris takes me to a secret oasis Where I am safe to explore my inner self Where your heaven eclipses my past hell I haven't even met you but your beauty speaks otherwise I want you to take my hand Show me the other side