#coughing
A thunderclap.
Rain follows.
A sound like rot
slaps from your hollow chest.
Commuters meerkat,
as you challenge
the Silence.
Prunes for faces,
fleeing you.
Peeling from your presence.
Does it betray you?
An unspoken wall.
I hope you washed your hands.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Bright kid
Straight A's
Always quiet as a mouse
But nowadays it seems she can barely even leave her house
Can't breathe
Can't speak
Can't even walk down the street without help
The doctors don't know what her body is doing to itself
"Go there
Take that
Pull her from this, this, and that"
Late nights
No sleep
Is barely able to eat
There's something wrong
They know it's true
"The symptoms just aren't there," they say, "Where's the proof?"
Work piling up
Quizzes missed
How is she expected to finish all of this?
"Coughing?
Wheezing?"
"All of the above
Not to mention a killer headache
and a bit of a stomach bug"
"There's no temperature yet,
So all we can do
Is give her some Tylenol with Codeine
And see if it's just the flu"
Bright kid
Hardly an A in sight
Always quiet as a mouse
Except for at night
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
My grandpa, he got cancer from smoking
cigarettes. I set fire to the ends of bones, too.
The only male energy in my whole life,
and the best example of what I shouldn't do.
Emotionally abused my family,
no regrets, no subtle nod, or attempt at truth.
We set aside the split hairs in sunlight,
watched them fade while listening to the empty tune
of two hearts too lost and misunderstood.
One perfect look at conviction displaced and strewn.
I'd like to think I'm resistant to death's call,
but I'm well aware how the earth hurts,
how my home land endures political turf war.
Queer cannot be an exclusive concept.
Would you like to come lie beside me on my floor?
Drift between feelings, count specks on the ceiling?
I can't seem to find purpose in living, but I love,
and love life just enough. Do you love enough to meet nighttime
and sleep til the morning? Press your forehead to mine,
tell me of your scrapes and how many times.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Coughing Crazed
trying to feel things
trying to be happy
just two kids, guitar playing
broken hearts healing
we are cough crazed
and sad some days
Vibrations always find their way
through the soles of her shoes...
She hates the days
when her soul fades away
can't keep up with the daily day
and there isn't any way that
you could make me say that
I love the way life treats us
Like trust for something that rusts
I must keep my head off of the floor
metaphor number four
can ya catch me
or can ya catch no more?
I'm mean like that
and I ain't even roar
I bet your brain is sore
from this rap of sorts
I bet I ****** you off
down to your core, she's singing:
*I'm just a sad clown
only around when I'm not wanted
we're just two coughing crazed kids
trying to not be forgotten
but now we've become unresponsive...*
Coughing crazed
trying to feel things
trying to be happy
just two kids, guitar playing
broken hearts healing
we are cough crazed
and sad some days
Vibrations always find their way
through his finger tips like magic...
He hates it when they tell him
that he can accomplish so much more
do they not get it?
That he's trying to not be sore anymore
just close the drawer
it's time to move on but he won't forgive and forget
she stung him in the chest
he was crying from it
so overwhelming
everything turns
ain't it absurd
how much they expect
all he needs is respect
but they'll never give him it
so tired of trying
and that's when he starts singing:
*I'm just a sad clown
only around when I'm not wanted
we're just two coughing crazed kids
trying to not be forgotten
but now we've become unresponsive...*
**We're just sad clowns
only around when we're not wanted
we're just two coughing crazed kids
trying to not be forgotten
but now we've become unresponsive...**
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
The feeling one gets
From swallowing food down the wrong pipe
That erupts in coughs of desperate breaths
That is how my love bursts for you
As if short gasps spastic
Longing for oxygen
Toxic
is the lack of the air you reside in
Eyelids filling with biological tears
Uncontrollable in designation
I must stop here and stand for a while
To regain my composure
A pause;
T'was a shock that made me lose all routine reason
Normally
I am quite skilled at delivering food gastronomically
It was the thought of thee looking directly at me
Made me choke and lunge for the particles
No one can see
A fit of admiration
I have no constraints
Nor restraints
Nor act tame
To disguise this repertoire,
All I can do is stand far
And sit in recovery
Wondering thusly
If these bursts of desire
Will take my breath away
Once more.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
the smoke is haunting me
like a little prey
I'm it's prey
slave of the doubt
witness of the warning
pain redemptionist
inhaling the smoke
putting all the poison inside
to **** the anxiety of the outside
breathing like there's no end
inhaling the smoke
looking proud
feeling superior
smoking
coughing
breathing
inhaling
repeat
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC