#rad
Choking on hourglasses
full of sand and nothing
else. The sweltering heat until your skin becomes leather.
I'd rather swallow shards and rubber and
jars of black bottled ink
than be a part of the big wheel that never turned.
Spinning the water, riptides of salt.
It's spinning for everyone else, and without me
on it to slow it down.
Enough empty days and my heart will rest.
Or enough little candies mixed with
liquid like gasoline and the rest will turn to sleep.
It's easier when you stop counting
each individual second. Each grain of sand
falling down like snowflakes in hypothermic
temperatures. Like vertical lines on a horizon.
Like a pink bathtub. Or a broken toaster.
Or metal the size of a fingernail, hitting teeth and throat.
Teeth falling out from gagging and nicotine. The slow way out.
Too slow for me. I'd rather put on my best suit and tighten the belt, fitted to the last rung.
Perhaps I'll eat some cake. First the guillotine. Then I'll forget to shut the oven off.
Running to the store till my legs give out. Cross the street for some near misses. Then contact.
We're back to shards and rubber.
Just park instead. Take a rest, the engine will be here when your eyes are too tired to open.
Resting easy.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
big black molten pit
churning, relentlessly
swirling,
there is no after the fact,
no event can be dreaded and gone over,
because it never
stops.
always twisting and moaning,
wriggling around guts and spines
screaming,
it’s screaming so loud
but no one can hear,
so the blackhole exists to no one
else but me.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
Wake up my precious girl,
Join me in this special world.
I love you endless like the sky,
I want to **** you till you die.
My heart beats hard just for you,
Whips and chains and buttplugs too.
I like it when you scream my name,
Till your forehead busts that vein.
All day you are on my mind,
Your secret ***** I will find,
Scratch my back and grab my head,
Make you *** and shake the bed.
Lay down and hold me tight,
Sleeping nicely through the night.
Wake up my precious girl,
Let's do it again, **** the world.
- R K
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
Met a guy who goes by Radstunts
One of the best transient moments of my life
Sounds like a nineteen ninety's moniker
I've heard many other names
But they're nowhere near as simple but edgy as that.
Chill as can be
Not all stage names and monikers are bad
Some of them give a side to a person most wouldn't expect
We all need to grow at some point
Not grow apart from anything unless it's the deep, spiraling depression that has etched itself into our woven souls.
Only a few atoms should be split
For the overall.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
We are all cracked up
Like how trees shatter
When struck by lightning
Like how brds fly away
When they see someone they never knew
We are all cracked up
And when you try to understand why,
You just couldn't
Because as human as we are
We are all cracked up
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
italicI gave you my heart,
italicI didn't expect you to hold it tight,
italicBut I didn't expect you to obliterate it either.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
You're like a window
Light shines through
But it's dark inside
Cardigans for Curtains
All those lovely shapes, beside
Depending on the weather
Sometimes you're blue (Don't forget I can see through)
Sometimes you're black
Sometimes stars get stuck
Fixation, Oxygen deprivation
Where would we be without you...?
dot, dot, dot, Question
The stars get stuck in the cracks
Obviously a metaphor for your flaws
And these lines/curves/obscurities
of my vision
Help me see you
Prism, dancing, and trying to age like wine
Getting, getting better all the time
Reflect it back
Childhood
Magnolia leaves
Currently being abandoned
Streets
Real Estate
And different Paint
Then College
NOT taking you're money
"Too bad, see you next time honey"
Lanterns and Moths like houseguests
Here to assess the property damage
You are not Real Estate
You are a Window
Light shines through
Ivy like a crown
Curtains like a blanket
You're looking from the corner
Feeling like the abandoned streets
Ex boyfriend like kids throwing stones
their blind, so they usually miss...you're beauty
You may crack, fracture, fractal
But you are Urban
There will be renewal
Here comes the repairman (Not that you need a man)
Band-aids & stickers
Heartache like a stomachache
And he's looking in
There's the Windowsill
Light Shines through
You are more than a Window
But it's dark inside
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
I didn't want you in my pants
So I put on a dress
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
when you smile
when you laugh
volcanic eruptions of joy and happiness flow over me like molten lava.
eventually the joy cools and hardens to my body.
I find myself trapped
trapped in your happiness.
It seems odd
the comparison
of
happiness
and
trapped.
layer after layer flows over me
completely suffocating me
unable to move
caught
in the clutches of the great antithesis of happiness and suffocation
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC