#catastrophic
You broke into me like a pair of new shoes
And like the insole I wrapped around you
Roving through the night
Thunders roared the sky
Seeking refuge
Down by a construction site
Where the lights beamed a little too bright Impairing my sight
So I grabbed on to you ever so tight
And like sand in a full flight
You dissipated into a dune
Crescent your curves
Imitating the spectral moon
Gathered what I could
Ahead we set foot
Towards the dingy abyss that stood
Without a form without a face
In guise of Adam’s ale
Led me on , my hade
Down a flight of stairs
With hope greeted despair
Submerged we were now
Our frames they bent
Morphing into tesseracts
Vindicating euclid’s element
With every step ahead
In hindsight
Now i vent
Was every step below
Like a vilomah
Slowly losing our glow
The deep waters his home
Gleaming inner demons embraced my soul
As time took its toll
Archimede’s principle had it’s own role
Left with no other choice
Gave away my morale , dignity, and poise .
Fortnights unto months
Caulked with ruckuss
Turbulence then came
My guts it rearranged
An objection he made
Claimed he’d end my pain
So Next to me he laid
His claws incised my back
Insinuated my being with his fiendish lilacs,
Gored me at dawn , dusk and twilight
Left me a corpse to rot in the moonlight
Draped me with passion
Swarovski down my throat
The pain was nothing but pleasure
Time and again he’d quote
His deceiving smiles slipped swindling lies
Naive to believe didnt age like fine wine.
Like Decembers eloquence in his midst
I was caught
Each time I’d try to pull away
Tighter would become the knots
To strategising now i sought
Curled up ,feet straight , push down
And I’d bob to the surface like a cork
In lieu I flailed and wailed
Whisked back like Eurydice ‘ shade
Back to kingdom of hade -
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Clumsy heart
and a cluttered brain
all I seem to feel is pain
I take the blade, slide it down my wrist
and clench my catastrophic fist
I'm not okay, I'm not alright
I think about dying all day and all night
I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad
but for a long time now
I've been so so sad
but mom, you're not here
and dad, you don't care
and unfortunately I'm not all that scared
to take the blade
slide it down my wrist
and unclench my catastrophic clenching fist
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Psalm of a tree.
Under a tree I sat
Near a big Buddhist vat
Leaves were scuttling
Ants were rustling
I heard the tree cry
I didn't know why?
I asked the tree
Why it screeched
The tree replied that it was hurt
Because of human's curt
Its branches were cut
Just because of axe's rut
And after this it went to a long sleep
It died with a deep bleep
It left me in thoughts so deep
My emotions were in full leap
Pledge not to cut a tree
Let the trees smile not weep
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Empathy is just not meant to be, it needs to fall of the track,
and so do I, as empathetic is me, so much strength that I lack.
Soft and secure, I will never make it out alive,
warm and protective; time wasted to revive,
no one will save me, no one will even try,
and that's why I drift in the pitch black sky.
Make up your mind, 'cause I really hate the bounce,
and to everyone I'm blind but I see what really counts;
if no one can get to me, I'm sure to finally breathe,
as everyone is set to flee and I just watch them leave.
Regrets and memory.
Who the Hell said you were the boss?
I counted every win but was outweighed by loss.
Basing my whole life on a god ****** coin toss.
Fell down to the grass and buried by moss.
Heart stopped suddenly, I never saw my wound bleed,
but it was all it took and it was all it would need.
Regrets and memory.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
Your heart beats
between the walls
of your shattering chest.
I swear,
it sounds just like thunder,
and in your eyes,
I see rainstorms,
mixed with
catastrophic hurricanes.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
God's off his meds again
Guess he was tired of trying to fit in
Now he stands at the corner of 44th and vine
Screaming all the time
The end is coming soon
And it's gonna be a monsoon
Of catastrophe pain, and death
Because you mortals aint seen nothing yet
God is off his meds again
And he doesn't have any friends
It's apparent he's all alone
I think he's becoming an old crone
He's ***** and he's angry
It's apparent he's gonna let fly the fury
He is just a homeless ***
He screams at all that to he's corner come
The end is very near
Does no human on this plant fear
He keeps screaming night and day
But no one want to hear what he has to say
God is off he's meds today
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
humans
sitting in plastic blue seats
ignoring the catastrophic poisonous
element they’re breathing in and out
(oxygen takes an average of 80 years to
**** you)
it slowly sets you on fire
all of your molecules exhausting themselves
slowly burning up
in waves of passionate indifference
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
in a flash everything changes
it happens so fast, it's a little outrageous
life, slow and steady
becomes life, fast and ready
what you have, is there, then gone
lost in a fritz, wondering why, what went wrong
you wish you could rewind, go back and change the past
cause right now your in a bind, you were kicked out on your ***
that shelter of anger and confusion won't keep you warm and safe
you have to find a new home, stick it out, and just be brave
adversity constantly presenting itself to you
forced to answer the question of - Now what will you do?
through it all just try to remember
things might get worse, but they're bound to get better
life seems like hell right now, but it won't last forever
keep moving forward no matter what
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
moment to moment
we are the sum total of
our chemicals
we think of ourselves
we think of others
as an average of our
time and spacial synergy
an anatomical amalgam
a biological brine
frankensteins with
personalities, commonalities and
unique agendas
sprinkled with neuroses that
range from microscopic to
catastrophic, whether
chemical reaction or
hyperbolic extraction
you can choose to
canonize or demonize
as long as you can
recognize
the flesh and the blood
versus the fantasized
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
And when people ask "why him", all I can say is "why not?".
It's actually pretty simple. He's an outsider.
You look at all them rich boys with their perfect whitened teeth, and their v neck sweaters and polo shirts and you manage to guess they will never put a finger up to accomplish anything, there's always someone behind their every move.
And you look at him, he's a catastrophe he's a mixture of drugs, alcohol cigarettes and midnight hookers, with nothing to prove, with no one to take responsibility for his mistakes, with no pre planned future.
And so in a heartbeat, his worn off knuckles and dark eyes, his scars,
simply become, home.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC