#husk
A deck of cards a bottle’s glass
Waiting for the night to pass
One carries chains he cannot see
The other scars of luxury
A grumpy soul in a top hat’s gloom
Sharing space in a crowded room
Beneath the neon, harsh and bright
They find a corner in the night
No velvet lies, no plastic grin
Just honesty beneath the skin
A wing tucked close a heavy sigh
The truth reflected in an eye
The cat who’s seen the worst of luck
The spider in the web he’s stuck
They don’t need magic gold or art
Just the steady beat of a kindred heart
A drink poured out, a card well-played
In the quiet light the ghosts will fade
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC
A husk of hope on a window sill
With the apricot light bleeding in….
That thing you called a fly had feelings…
Had wings that you could never grow now…
Their magnificent dreams are suspended in motion…
A plane that never has to land…
But you - you have to face their luminous breathing - this breathing you thought you could switch off with the notch of your bedside lamp…
You must face the apricot blood so bright and butterscotch it burns through you…
And as you squash this obstacle for the bin to remove it from your sight; it’s dreams won’t perish - they will scatter out into space carrying their truth to distant planets…
But you - you will stay here, stranded…
And though you may wish it - spiders won’t side with you over your so-called enemy…
They will catch you and ravage you - tear you to pieces, dig their fangs into your dreams and wrap you in freezing shawls of guilt -
Until you finally surrender - a clone-roach that never really knew the meaning for its painted circus orders, but; somewhat predictably, followed them regardless…
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
You are a husk.
An empty shell of a human.
A bottomless void that knows nothing else but to consume.
You drain every last drop of affection, attention, care and love.
You give nothing and take everything.
You pretend and disguise yourself to get what you want.
And when you’ve taken all that there was, you discard.
And so the façade falls away, and you are revealed in your true nature.
You are a husk.
An empty shell of a human.
A bottomless void that knows nothing else but to consume.
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 2:00 PM UTC
I am not here.
I want to be part of nature's depth.
My body is naught but a broken husk.
I do not want to mend the husk.
I need to repair its many cracks.
I can be here again.
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC
falling falling
through space
that is only mine
this is my tragedy
you're not welcome here
the husk of my life
thrown to the wind
wherever I land
is where fate intended
me to be
take your understanding
your emotions are your own
I am falling falling
destiny my home
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
I lag behind
My 'friends',
I noticed that I've become
Invisible. Unnoticed.
A husk of who I was.
A shadow.
A void in the night.
Outshone by the light.
I feel so empty,
Like a thought of the past.
I'm in another dimension,
A wall of words separate us.
Or rather,
A chasm of words unsaid.
Lost words they are,
Just like me:
A shadow.
A shadow of the past.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
Don’t let the medium dry
Moisten This Creation
by ANY MEANS necessary
It’s vulnerable
For This Creation to become pedestal WE MUST :
feed it
off of a capillary bag
mist it
under a dense healthy breath
lead it
to suckle an engorged breast
For
IF WE DO NOT
we risk it becoming husk ;
good only for digs and dust shops.
For This Creation, WE MUST queue
with our blood tapped
and ready
our breeding fluids
our various flows carefully labelled
and in sterile pouches
our donor cards filled out
steady for sacrifice
Keep This Creation wet
and it shall be a beacon
a call to awareness
a beckon of craft for us all
and not some common art-hole
In time THE CREATION SHALL SERVE US
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
Some dreams can never be shared, Some dreams can never be told,
When your old; when your cold.
I look into your eyes, and I wonder where you have gone?
and I pray; yes I pray, that you've made it through the stars !
Some dreams can never......
Song link
https://youtu.be/n7LMWl9rEfI
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Like desert birds circling
bones picked-clean, you
keep hanging around here
like I’ve got something to offer.
Let me tell you, I’m all out of magic.
You bled me dry and though
I love you, I can no longer
be in love with you.
I’ve only enough embers
to keep myself warm these days.
A shriveled husk, the remnants
of a past flame are what
I am to you now.
I can be nothing more.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
Between ropes all life, can't let up
Fight fiends with strife, fed up
Life feels like it's sped up
Drinking fluid only from red cups
Loud noise equals life strats
Keyboards, drums, strings and frets
People think they having fun and don't fret
Eating words from musicians, spoon fed
I've led this life and it feels trife
Reminiscing of time lost makes me reel and cry
When brains feel like they're deep fried
When the dream you worshiped, it seems lied.
Riding every morning
Hiding all the phoney
feelings when your roaming
You don't feel like going
But the drugs just keep on flowing
When women exist only for blowing
When lean red eyes are showing
The life you know is boring
So it's either live a husk of party life
Or a slow knife in your back as a part of hive.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Within lagoons its sins did
feed upon its perception,
Churning in a vacuum
of malevolent damnation.
Its singular words corrupted
white satin, soiled by its pestilence.
Like lacerations upon the substance
it lingered like vines consuming.
A soul drowned within pools of scarlet death
Malignant smiles on a polluted husk.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
Blasted armor cracked open with holes
Watch as I crawl on my knees til I find
The right place to stand. Pay no mind
To the pain wracking burned flesh to
The pain of memories empty now
In regret after so many years spent
Trying to escape, desperately forget
All of the wounds that made me the
Fire I am.
These days my fire still burns down low
I can't forget if I wanted and I did and
And it drove me underneath. Unearth
Me now in this old aching body to
Undermine my quest for rest.
I sure it's just death now bringing
Death and I'm a part of it.
Cog. In the dirt. Wet earth.
I rise. With all of my brethren.
Reclaim. Reclaimers hunt and
Claim during night. Safety in
Day. That's a queer sunset isn't it?
I came here ****** left the same way,
Returned with cracks in the head
And a heart of mud full of maggots
As an ***** We all did. We do.
We all did.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Hollow husk of man sits in dark room
A tickling of the cardiac muscle
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Der er udstilling på onsdag
Jeg skal huske øl på fredag
Sov hos Emil til torsdag
Sidste udsalg mandag
Jeg kysser ham lørdag
Og mister ham søndag
Og glemmer ham tirsdag
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
why are you so sad,
my love,
i’m always here for you
whether it’s dogs that seethe
or babies that teeth
i’m right here next to you.
i’ve walked through a forest
in the middle of the night
because i was going
to fight your fright.
but you got scared,
you ran away.
there was nothing i could say.
you left long ago,
a husk left with me,
i was left among the trees.
(r.e.)
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Putting the receiver
to the cupped side
of my leaning face,
I'll listen to an old,
dead phone, a husk
with a sound echoing
inside like a seashell:
I tune into the static
as if they were waves
sweeping in and out
of my eardrum, hear
the whisper of voices
asking the operator
to pass on last sighs.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC