#maggots
Something is living under my skin again
Something learning my shape from the inside
Fat little prophets
Blind little kings
Gnawing tunnels through the sweet meat
until the cores collapsed like wet lungs.
Under floorboards.
Inside school walls.
In the hot copper stink of train stations at night
There’s a taste in everything now
Metallic kindness
Sweet rot in the mouth
They breed flies in television static
Raise maggots in radio towers
Push their fingers through the soft skull of a starving town
and call it guidance
There’s a quiet industry inside the skull
Tiny mouths working overtime
Turning memory into compost
Turning anger into compliance
Another worm.
Another sermon.
Another mouth to crawl inside them.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Maggots crawl and squirm
Their grubby teeth firm
On the things I loved very young
Bright colors hopeful days
Are now covered in the dung
of those filthy maggots in their craze
The maggots eat away at my youth
I sit as they bite and gnaw
At the things I found peace in
like a stuffed bears paw
As I cry out for help my parents drown themselves in gin
They start to infest
They start to hive
They lay their eggs as if they are the best
In my youth the maggots thrive
The maggots eat away at my youth
I used to skip and enjoy fun days in the sun
But now I sit alone in my room waiting for the day to be done
People speak of happy memories when they were youthful
But I had to get by in my youth with being untruthful
But it's become too late now
The maggots have invaded every part leaving me to let out a pitiful vow
The maggots eat away at my youth
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
you’ll meet me where the forest kisses brine,
you’ll find me deep in earth, where roots entwine
circled by pines,
a quiet, endless, sacred kind of time.
you’ll take my hand while maggots feast,
you won’t look away
you won’t retreat
parts of me that once were only you
are torn apart, yet somehow still ring true.
and now, I give a future to larvae
deep into what we will be
they touch the thing you held so close above
the fading warmth, the echo of our love.
and as they feed,
they carry what we were,
a memory they’ll keep,
though they don’t know it,
they’ll cling to it as if it were their own true fate,
a truth they hold, though they can’t recreate.
and finally,
after decades,
we meet again.
our memory will dwindle with time
and our hearts will rot
but in the dark
beneath earth and rain
they keep what’s left of us
alive again.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC
Why do you people sing such melodies,
Such that we feel every reason to live,
And make us fear to be in dead graves,
Where dumb maggots rock sonic tunes?
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
The torch shining in
the cesspit, on the masses --
of rising maggots.
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
Billowed down onto natures bust
a face full of dirt
a mouth full of maggots
corpsing coercion onto frantic plates
slopping up the juicy details
derailing off the tracks
into a new train of nature,
saving only what comes of value
yet, you don't save yourselves.
Lucrative hands slithering softly by
ready to steal your life with just a touch
how much are you worth?
Unfortunately, nothing.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
Breath was exhumed from the corpses
lingering impressions.
But all were merged beyond
the futile emotions of the flesh.
For where reflections were void,
only true deliberations stigmatized.
Everything of before,
that were psychedelic illusions.
Reminiscing of stained windows,
recently cleansed of the memories of
yesterday.
Only now were remnant fallen dreams buried
beneath falling stars..
That crawled like maggots
in the heavens
burrowing deeper the more they fell...
And still though falling, there breath still
gasped as death only exhales.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
I am the King of Maggots.
Discarded remains are my domain.
I open my mouth to lead my Children,
and Flies erupt from my lungs.
There is nothing for me in this world.
Nothing but contempt.
Let it come, let it dribble down
the chin of disdain as it swallows.
My Spawn hatch beneath my skin,
squirming, thriving on my lifeblood.
At last, it is time to leave the nest,
and Maggots burrow out through my pores.
Outside, I am empty.
Inside, I am fulfilled.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Even in death,
your last words
were cremated within you.
Like a whispers
in a jar
rotting in your lungs.
Words were maggots
eating away within
yearning for release.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
The limbs grow, cover and cradle me
Like the arms of a forgotten lover
The maggots give me love bits as they slowly consume
The worms slither round about, in and out
Never again will my face wear a frown
Never again will I worry about zen
Or about how's and when's
This moss is my bed
Where I lay my weary head
Off to rest for eternity
Where the animal and insects show me love internally
Finally LOVE!!!!!!
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
I'm forever circling over the tree tops
I don't have to flap my wings, I just glide non stop
Just trying to find some place to land
For your clock was stoped, you've ran out of sand
Don't worry no pain I bring
You won't feel a thing
I will feast upon your rotting flesh
It is my very favorite dish
I will gobble it all down even the wiggling maggots
And whatever else there inhabits
I do my circling dance in the sky
Just to let others know that near by
Something must have died, and lays baking in the sun
And I will soon be having fun
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
The limbs grow, cover and cradle me
Like the arms of a forgotten lover
The maggots give me love bits as they slowly consume
The worms slither round about, in and out
Never again will my face wear a frown
Never again will I worry about zen
Or about how's and when's
This moss is my bed
Where I lay my weary head
Off to rest for eternity
Where the animal and insects show me love
Finally LOVE
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Her friends in the dark, always playing games,
The headless One in places never expected always
A mouthful of jelly maggots, he likes the games.
"I eat one every now and again,
The eyeless one never watching where he goes always
Jumping out ***** nails so I gave then a coat of baby
Pink much prettier, now his teeth all un-neat.
"Sharp and graceful what do you think,
They like the place of perpetual darkness, they said I
Can visit it soon, I packed my Dora bag. they said its
A one way trip, one more game of hide and seek.
"A slimy goes down before my eternal sleep Mmm...,
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
Rain makes the mighty fir stronger
As she creates a home for unsubstantial creatures
Glimpses of birds mean little in the long life she is to endure,
Hundreds of years with thankless children add up to nothing.
And still years alone wear down the mightiest of giants,
Nature brings great storms to test her will.
A groan, a thud, and silence
Roots splayed above a grave.
Even after the rain stops holding her up,
She has not escaped her job of nourishment.
Her ribs cave in,
Maggots selfishly taking their fill
As their fat bodies writhe in the flesh of god.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
microphone snakes, gas mask, covered eyes,
barbwire nation, sounds of pavement inside,
graffiti alleyways, women laying down in fields of poppies
Turn the camera on me. Look what you see
maggots crawling around like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up used and tossed aside
forbidden fruit of ones mind
defiled demeaned and rotten inside
searching, N searching, for something to find
discover mind in the gutter, under covers it hides
forbidden fruit and forgotten lies
so much time to expand our minds
Turn the camera on me. and Look what you see
maggots crawling around just like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up and tossed aside
lost memories and forgotten dreams
succumbing to fit of weakness
no one knows what it means
but we say the truth is what were speaking
Turn the camera on me. Look what you see
maggots crawling around like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up and tossed aside
Tell me what you see!!. Turn your hate on the
Little pig get down On your filthy knees
turn your head now, close your weary eyes
The Caterpillar becomes the butterfly
used abuse refussing to die
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
I'll keep it to myself.
Let it tear me apart,
From the inside out.
You know, some people never change.
Sometimes, its better off that way.
And as the maggots come to be,
They rest in the best parts of me.
So go ahead,
Shut lock that door,
Those places aren't special no more.
Soon enough there won't be a single piece,
Left of who I use to be,
But maybe its better off this way,
Maybe ill start over someday.
Oh no, im not scared to die,
I just dont think I can look,
Into your pale blue eyes.
It might be a silly fear,
But a promise is a promise my dear.
So ill keep it to myself.
There's no point in letting it out.
Its fading and decaying anyway,
I already can't recall yesterday.
Dont want you to see what I have become,
I wash my guilt away with long walks and ***
Oh no, it dont help that much.
But nothing does after you've lost touch.
So I'll keep it to myself.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
The dead see darkness only
"Darkness"
Decomposing teeth taste stale air
Acrid,
Rotten,
Pungent
Odours of parts decayed
The dead never die
They are inanimate, like a ornament
Still,
Frozen,
Angelic
Peace forever frozen on their face
They sleep on a bed of maggots
Digesting them over time,
The screams never heard
But they reverberate through
Oak,
Earth,
Grass
Above saturated with their terror
Slowly dies,
The eyes closed shut,
Darkness is the keep sake,
That hides the horror in there still formed
eyes, but everything decays over time
Flesh,
Muscle,
Brain
Turns to dust, that which was there,
Still lives on in a vacant skull
The horror lives on energy
Of life, trapped in
A void,
A prison,
With no bars, never to be free
The dead don't die, the torture in death lives on inside..
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
****** affliction of a lack of affection companion
Hand and hand strolling greater than syrupy plunging
and even sometimes buddy shrugging over wooden noisemakers
We whistle with their metal strings
and through the pasta soft ones in our throats
but no nest colored mares seem to hear
our flamboyant feather calls for future fondling
So I scribe slight implied short letters
invites to drink joints and nature jaunts
All too well thought out
hoping your advanced technology cannot trace
the time I spent to type
The overanalysis of our psych: her and I’s
wondering why she doesn’t have an inkling
for a cute fall date where we attempt to bake apple pies
It’s all too contrived, I know
I’ll strive for delusion
Accept a useful interpretation for our chemical inflammation
and let sparks pass it by
Like itsy bitsy flies laying eggs in a wound
for stagnant water maggots
They’ll eat away the thought well
where all my cranial zaps seem to dwell.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC