#centipede
On a garden tree of hardened leaves
slithers a centipede anemone
claiming to be a friend of me
sprouting wings splendidly
flying to the Nth degree ahead of me
until I can no longer see
where the wronger flee
behind a Chris Pronger screen
giving me the stronger steam
to bomb the seed.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
A million centipedes are crawling under my skin.
I've killed all the plants in my mind's garden.
Waterlogged with saline as I try to dehydrate my face.
But I'm not prepared when they come out to play.
They climb up the hypertrophic ladders on my skin.
Clawing at me while I rip off all their anthropomorphic legs.
They seep poison into my bloodstream that contaminates my brain.
It leaves me helpless.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
Crushed in a slow time racing pattern continuously moving backwards
We can only live while we lose
Emotionally losing our minds as we portray many personas like actors
In a lake bed who will forever chase the goose
What sound does the centipede make while it crawls in your ear
Try your best to stay alive
With all these failing circuits
Then realize it doesn't matter the situation
You still won't be liked
Like you use to be
Beauty is skin deep
And bones are lovely
So sit and let it burrow deep
My centipede
Even enthusiasm can heal
But not regenerate wounds by far
They just turn into scars
How deep the centipede seeps
It won't make you weep
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC