#fraying
show me how to wear diamond
dreams without trembling
beneath their weight.
I am a pebble, peeled off
from a peak, fraying and falling,
faltering at its feet. end up
locked between the lips of
married mountains; eyes
hinged to the sky, feet sinking
into earth, chest caving into
a coffin where my heart hides
its head. as despair crawls
in to devour the decay, I linger
between the decomposition, dead
to dust to soil—waiting
to bloom again.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
They say at the end of your rope to tie a knot and hold on
There is light touching the horizon
But what do you do when your grip slowly slips loose?
When insides of your palms are lubricated with sweat
And the crevasse below darker than a black hole
So much that it threatens to rise up and with one tug take you spiralling downwards to swallow you whole
So instead of making a knot at the bottom of your fraying rope you may as well tie a noose instead
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
_You build your nest of pretty words,
Sly threads of verbiage,
Plucked from outworn phrases,
Secondhand sentiments and frayed metaphors.
A thorny simile, a faded pink ribbon,
Of rhetoric woven with silky streamers;
A warp and weft of fond and found,
Borrowed references and stolen verses.
You recycle the shining heart,
Of another’s penmanship,
Modelling it into a tarnished,
Uninspired and untitled composition
...OF YOUR OWN..._
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
have you ever rubbed a piece of chalk on the asphalt
shading some beautiful image
only to be washed away in next tuesday’s rain?
have you noticed how the chalk disappears under your fingers?
imagine the ends of your dna
(it’s a leap, but picture it)
a protective coating
like the aglets of your shoelaces
guarding the fragile building blocks of you
and once those telomeres break down
your dna frays
like so much loose cloth
and your fragile little human copy machine
makes bad copies
that is how we age
beautifully
gracefully
like chalk being rubbed smooth on the sidewalk
only to be washed away
in tuesday’s rain
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
Swinging from a fraying rope
Clasping on to lies you think I'm desperate enough to believe
Pathetically gripping words though I can clearly see fibers stretch and break from tension of reality
The weight of awareness too heavy for your false promises to bear
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
She is beautiful.
Her smile can light up a room.
Her drive is unmatched by any other.
Her laugh is precious.
Her voice is as sweet as sugar.
Everything she does is magical.
I am battle-tested.
My smile can light up my paper.
My drive is unmatched by any other.
My laugh is required.
My voice is used to write these words.
Everything I do is poetic.
But, alas, we can never be together.
Because the poison she emits from her soul to touch me,
Mixed with the blood I bleed on this paper for my art,
Will never be a good combination.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC