#flatline
The colors haven't faded, no,
they're just as bright as then.
It's that my eyes have lost the know-
ledge of what thrilled me when.
The melody is still the same,
it plays upon the air.
It just cannot ignite the flame,
or find its window there.
This isn't sadness, not a grief,
it's something far more still.
A silent,subtle, inner thief
that time cannot fulfill.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
I’m sleeping tied in knots,
I’m waking up still yawning;
it’s just become too much.
I’ve been multiplying my shots
looking for an ounce of calming,
but it can be hard to walk, without a crutch.
The stars are looking bleak
I’ve been busy living on the ceiling,
and prodding at my skin
as it’s become numb to all feeling.
And It’s always latest at night
when your head finds a light,
and your mind takes flight
then you gain blinding sight.
I’m sleeping with clenched fists,
and I assume with clenched teeth;
it’s just become this routine.
Body and soul contorts and twists,
layered both above and lying beneath
it’s the most flexible and restrained, I think I’ve ever been.
I had plans for this time,
but they’re reduced down to “oh well,”
begrudgingly accept that this is fine,
maybe dress it up with a “this is swell.”
I might never again see the light
but I’ll adapt to living in the the dark,
evolve, survive; flight or fight
I’ll be nocturnal existing in the park.
Victory has a hundred fathers
but it’s true defeat is an orphan.
The little things that no one bothers,
can be the greatest gifts; overflowing with endorphins.
Can you tell me where to find the bright side?
Apparently it holds all of the answers.
to cure the sickness that plagues my mind;
the worst but least lethal of all the cancers.
I’m counting the minutes
and I’m stacking the week,
and the intensity in it;
so insanely heavy I just can’t speak.
When will these thoughts diminish?
It’s growing stronger, it’s turning bleak.
The floors will shine and shimmer with wax and finish,
but it will never ever silence the creak.
The floorboards inevitably became weak.
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
Oh my god,
did you just..
He only said it as a joke...
No, no.. you, why you smiling...
(inaudible gurgling)
Well I did a joke..
Knock, knock,
(silence)
Ok ill fill in the blanks
Who's there..
Who lives forever?
Death...
Punch line was just ****** marvellous!
Marvellous, look at me swallowing a thesaurus .
Ok, he said he'd live forever,
I just got to the point we all die,
Be it before were birthed,
crossing a road.
The last cheese burger..
Flatline../\…./\….........
Sorry, but we all die some sooner,
me not yet,
you pair,
sorry yes.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
inverse my talent
to let go and
be what i'm not.
transverse my axle
and you'll find
a kind of heaven
greasing the pole.
what speaks without words
always, a riddle
unto itself.
the tree of life
is laughing exaltations
in polarizing resplendence.
bright bones are
jubilantly marching
ever deeper into the
triumphant unknown.
we are woven with
mystery, riding waves
of inherited momentum
on a sea of uncertainty.
ex mysterium, ad mysterium
and don't forget about
the punchline -
flatline...
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
My head in my bed doesn’t work quite right
I’m awake until I break, day and night.
With the voices and the choices that I wish to expel
and the deepest of the secrets I could never tell.
My brain; a stain inside my prisoned skull,
I sharpen it, spear from stick, but it’s too dull.
With the facts free, how they trap me, but I never tried to run away,
my feet sore, a path I’ve taken before, but could never stay.
The ivory teeth chomping away at my sleep,
in vain I try to get high, but I’m just too deep.
With the last of my past that I try to forget,
so I reprise a sunrise but it becomes a sunset.
My head in my bed doesn’t work quite right
what will it take for me to break and appreciate the light?
I rejoice in the choices that I can’t repel,
and the cheapest of the secrets of how I fell.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
Your heart beats silently,
Is your love as still as your heart rate?
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Coursing through my veins
Like venom after bite
Slowly becoming paralyzed
Fighting for my life
Choking on my *****
Vision black as night
Pulse about to flat line
Thats what your love is like.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC