#edgy
The waves of crimson tides crash upon a porcelain shoreline
This isn’t the first time
This isn’t the first time
I cast my penance upwards
And it shatters at your feet
As the gavel strikes again and again
Mercy turns a blind eye…why?
The blood on my hands
The knife in my heart
Is the hidden blade behind my back
Still Dripping with the blood of my self destruction
A blood splattered oblation of all my fragile promises
A final sunset
Casts a shadow over the headstones of everything I’ve loved
Seeking escape from something I can’t even remember
Cyclical ritual surrender
This isn’t the first time
crimson waves crash again
Again and again
On fractured porcelain shores
Filled with all the broken pieces
Of the person I once was
And to no avail; perpetually, I fail
To put them back together
Never, forever
Again and again
For the last time
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
Our souls are dyed to match the dusk
And steeped in solemn, frigid rain.
We live adorned with shades of death
And sanctify what is profane.
The only things that glimmer here
Pierce through the skin and hang in chains.
Is it any wonder we all have
A curious love affair with pain?
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
Moved on to a better place
Found peace in the fallows
That dug knee deep in shadow
Living in darkness has become a crime
But I was so used to doing time
Caged liberty is no man’s dream
My dream is to die and pass on to a different time.
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 6:22 AM UTC
Huff, puff, smooth bravado,
This instrument that I play,
Whisks me away into smokey,
Desolate lounges,
Filled with women in black and red dresses,
Who would otherwise look away,
If not for my silky, suave vibrato.
Ooh, how I can carry a tune,
My fingers dance on the keys,
Like raindrops on a windowsill,
The neon lights at the door,
Buzzing outside in the cold.
The only thing warming up,
This cold little soul,
Is a finger of rye,
Adjacent to the ashtray,
That holds my neglected cigarette.
She watches, She listens,
My face turns purple,
As I pour my heart out on stage,
Out in the open in this vacant place,
With only the few of us around.
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 9:54 PM UTC
The modern poem,
Is a minute, edgy,
Motivating, philosophical phrase,
About how you should change,
Your belief system,
On love,
In the format of a poem.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 8:42 AM UTC
Have we all become mere automata
guided by the ring of pings and notifs?
The spray of lather from a sea of data
carrying with it wrung celebrity whiffs
have stung us with a certain aphasia...
The written thought was a lifetime ago
long abandoned by the times and all--
where once there was soundness to follow
nonsense amassed like a rising cymbal
whose crash sent reason to the gallows.
The news of the day presents a delectable entree
of a hodgepodge of this, that, and nothing much.
Wherefore we find our tongues compelled to say
something about the aftertaste or to prejudge
as if we were connoisseurs--it must've hid faraway.
Are we perhaps amusing ourselves to death?
I am by no means a Luddite to such a degree,
but I believe we have bombarded and blessed
ourselves a little too much to see...
only time will tell us reason's final breath.
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
A Liebestraum and two Arabesques
stood there holding me
between the ears
one mundane evening…
The indoor storm who knew could deject
one so boldly
cleaned its final tears
and left me be…
A new wave calm eschewed ‘til present
flooded in me
serene and aptly dear
calmness…
For a moment I felt a sense of clarity that had neglected me for ages.
My sullen blues and anxious reds faded to black,
and all manner of emotion had been evicted from my mind.
I could think about things in straight lines and deep focus
for an entire ******* moment.
Then Spotify had to ruin the moment
with an indie rock montage in my queue.
I cried.
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 4:25 AM UTC
Is substance abuse that grim:
the instant I use you lights dim
like they want my muse to trim
her figure in darkness--
Blow the candles out with a kiss:
show a dancehall how to fill a floor with
slow hands-and-all antics
while my mind sinks in you--
Take me deep within nirvana:
make me sleep in a hug sauna
maybe I'd keep in mind on a
frigid Friday night--
So bare with me if I overdose:
Be there lines that blow over my nose,
I care not if they slide me into comatose...
The high that is you,
an ingenue but of substance,
a drug to pursue...
**** me with an overdose.
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
fate ***** with a lot of possibilities
but if you choose one to beset yourself with--
a certain mirage sizzling over the horizon--
might the fixation of that end drive yourself towards it?
So I say liberate herself from one down the line:
fate ought to flirt with the tread's-worth of lineages
growing within its forest of prospects.
Decide where to take her and meddle her acquaintances
rather than choosing one to wed your kismet.
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC
Did you notice the crisis going on outside,
It’s terrible really they’re trying to hide
Atrocities behind a wall of big lies
The badness of this is incredibly sized.
So get out and help, you useless ****
Shout and whisper you absolute schmuck,
March and stamp and tiptoe around red tape,
Call it ****** harassment, but I wouldn’t call it ****
Donate and berate but most of all-
**** THE GOVERNMENT,
(Tenderly, like a lover, to not upset the way of things of course.)
Why aren’t you looking for missing kids
Why aren’t you crying at the dead body
Why aren’t you saying what Russia forbids
Why aren’t you crying at the dead body
Why aren’t you aching from every pore
Why aren’t you crying at the dead body
Why aren’t you saving all of the ******
Why aren’t you crying at the dead bodies
Why aren’t you giving your money to us?
Why, aren’t you someone the people can trust?
Did you notice the crisis going on within,
It’s terrible really, a huge massive din
Is crashing and smashing alone in your head
You can’t ever stop, unless you are dead.
Oh wait, you posted a brightly coloured infographic on your instagram story?
You’re good, never mind.
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 8:28 PM UTC
Have you ever seen a smile
that made you turn away with glee
have you ever felt a face so close
eyes contacting
like a particle collision.
This will end in a heavy mess, and yet -
a portrait with such warmth.
radiating in a such a way star beams envy it's smirk.
and supernovae would **** for the smile.
when you look at me I know
I'm here
I'm real
I'm alive
These thoughts bring tiny Heat deaths to my chest
expanding forever
I might never exhale, if only to draw in the moment
and die with it inside me.
but, I won't
superfluous words merely orbit my skull
with a stronger gravity
pulling them further from you
tearing chucks of me elsewhere
until eventually your warm glow, is merely
a scintillation
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
In the corner, in spring
He feels a phantom drift through his skin
He lifts his head to see, but the curtain stops to swing
He turns his attention towards the man within
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 4:53 PM UTC
Everytime I see you online
I want to bottle you up
And label you mine
I'd keep you in dark
Ferment you forgotten
Think of a drink
But now you are rotten
Here, meet the sink.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
The rain is pouring
In thick, lustrous clumps from the sky
I feel dizzy as I float
Higher, higher, up into the big, heavy clouds
Then down, down, I spin
Spiralling
Until I collapse in a steaming heap
I ****** a hand to the ceiling
But the drunken dream fades into suburban grey
Sweat drips off my face
The blood on my arm becomes evident
It makes me queasy, sickly
On instinct, I press a sharp point
Through the skin and into the nest of veins
Power courses through my blood until it hits my heart
And then I float
Higher, higher, up into the big, heavy clouds
Until I spiral down again
Into my cold, mundane nightmare
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
Our writing are the personification of our sickest obsessions
The pen can manifest your darkest fantasies
Writing isn't bad
It makes you human
You're an animal
Writing helps you succumb to your depression
For this poem
My blood is the ink
And this knife is the pen
Now lets all write poetry to show all our friends!
Writing can make an impression
To suffer is an artists true catalyst
And the biggest agony is to exist
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
Love was fickle,
but the hate remained
the memories of laughter
did eventually fade
but sharp and cold
left in a corner, unattended,
the loathing could only grow.
And grow it did,
steady and fast
grow, until the love, it was eventually past
and when one lost to the other
and the hate prevailed,
love was not even a memory,
behind the resent that it was veiled
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Head cut off
Mouth ripped out
Left without a way to cough
Without a way to pout
Forced to keep quiet
By the rulers of the ears
No place to riot
People are running from their own fears
Officials hate a mess
People don’t like a lot of wrecks
So the only way is to suppress
At least in the eyes of the press
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
Wrapped in metal wire
Jagged edges keep me contained
I intend to fly higher
But I’ve been drained
I’m stuck on the ground
String wrapped around your arm
I’m being drowned
Within an emotional storm
Your tears bring me down
And hope gives me nightmares
Let me go without a frown
Only set free with new mindsets
Just a balloon wrapped in a razor blades
And barbed wire
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
i hope you drown in those eggshells
you had to walk on.
mope after your fake crown, you fell,
what a shock, withdrawn
and when you're done, beg in hell
for a key to a lock gone.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
sunbeams fall across my face
as I recall such regretted haste
of statically-charged, crystal **** lightning shimmer
ice cold switchblade gleams in blue television glitter
raising hell in my white nightgown, I drive fast
drinking *** I'm not afraid to crash
Elvis in the mirror, Marilyn in the bed
fire shall consume me? well, devour me it has
for my soul is set ablaze when I dream of what I had
your pulse sends me lightyears away as I think
of all the times you brought me to my knees
prison calls from mid-July still ring out in my ears
the longer that you stay away, the more you feed my fears
cigarettes burning, neon palm trees, bikini ******
Jesus pleads with me to no avail, "don't go further,"
but I am God now and I crave your touch, daddy
though you're gone forever, sadly
Lolita's gone and snatched you away
forevermore my skies will be grey
stop haunting my dreams
please let me be
your spirit still holds me hostage
and while you remain to be
the only one on Earth for me
what I can't have will **** me
surely
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
it lies entombed in fabric and stale air
the fire arms swaddled in cotton shields
scalding, the guilt, huddled and shining fair
the narrow, long weapon it finds it wields
disgust, at itself
set back on the shelf
dives back in the sea
of cloth Calliope
though arduous, the work to quench the flames’
thirst would fruit with cool, gentle blossomed rose
they wilt into an ugly, blackened shame
with scarlet spark still glowing ‘neath their throes
it found a better way-
let cooling comfort stay
fire cannot fight flame
and burn cannot beat blame
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
You are slowly dying everyday!
Every breath takes a breath away!
You are all going to die someday!
Were you even alive anyway?!
The bodies of man are beginning to ashen.
I leave them to be swallowed by the sun.
The dead remind me of you.
Shedding red into the blue.
Drowning in every drop of water!
Eaten alive by every human flower!
Killing every son and daughter!
Sprayed by the capillaries of a sick mother!
You are all sick!
Sick like her!
You are all sick!
Like your mother!
Artificial clouds are where the sun used to be!
The black hand of death chokes the sky!
Short may you live,
And soon you shall die!
Breathing through the gaping holes in her lungs!
Flowing through her thinning blood vessels!
Stored inside her dissipating muscles!
This is how dying feels!
You insignificant little *****
You live like this,
And you are going to die like this!
You keep bleeding your mother,
You are going to die with her!
You are all sick!
Sick like her!
You are all sick!
Like your mother!
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
Sometimes
On a sticky morning
Where the sun
Won't stop shining
And my head
Won't stop wondering
The next best thing
Is a tale as old
As time
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC