my life is a rollercoaster point blank period I always know what fearlessness is I always understand the rush of belief but sometimes I want everything to stop to exist in a pocket of time, to do whatever I like not be pushed and pulled hauled and trawled stalled and enthralled if I had a penny for every scream I would be able to relish in greed I am so envious, what would it be like not to live like this but this is me and I am incomplete without the rollercoaster so I guess I have to enjoy my sh*t
Rust on the duvet, thick and red and oxygenated with disuse. Somewhere, there’s a baby crying for milk, yelling from all the apartment walls; domestic arguments, pain painted over with a fresh coat, cotton sheets closeted with fire, something red (again). Hands, gripping, arching in isolated agony, the woman in the bed is only a woman in a bed. Tomorrow the pain may subside with ibuprofen and heat, but tonight it boils over like a cauldron, like a curse between the legs. Rust chips away at the milk softness. A knife could slice right through and nothing would change. There’s no point changing the sheets again.
From a portfolio I wrote in third year of university, titled 'Infestation'.
I'm breaking and can feel my cracks Expanding and loudening with every snap Emotional turmoil and feeling delusional Will I be jumping off the plank soon? Will I be tempted to pick up metal again? Will I try to escape from all the pain With that chilling bright pink and red? I can't go back down there again Down the endless pit my mind constructs Every now and again to put me in my place I've been so happy, been feeling so full I've had him for support until he leaves Then I become an inanimate vessel For a breaking, shattering mind My body feels tender and pathetic I had so many plans for productivity Excitement for senior year, Getting my **** together, finally Tossing and turning Anxieties are rushing Shooting pains so numbing Woke up to find splotches of bloodstains A whole *** massacre on my bed
It was my ******* period. No wonder I'm so constipated
I'm actually still waiting for it to come lol... any day now.
Everlasting sentinel of forever keeper of time lie with me in the forest sometime let the droplets of memory **** the nerves of my consciousness along with the many summer songs and midnight rains therein everlasting lover of infinity timeless and prime sigh with me in a melodic mime dampen my senses denude my mind free me from the utopian paradise of realistic sham everlasting master of moments endless and divine eternal immortal celestial