#scartissue
The flowery mountain:
Psyche, a woven garment?
Acts and breeds, deeds and listening
Wait on us, like a stone to lament:
History...
Antiquity and the skip of vice, into a vision
Vertigo is a legend of caring, in a sun's epistolary
Sigh with the blessed, going to heaven...
The first of many
The burst of a faerie
The worst of a carry
The curse of sharing
Silence is wisdom with a dangerous puppet...
Decency in a quiet avail, is to liberate a stare...
Steel in love with its self, is a champion, not a harlot...
The brow of suggestion is never heard, unless seasons scare...
The holiday on the mountain:
Is for any who would believe, an ******* smiles...
Sincerity adding itself, is our only hope, the asking is plain
The moon with one, is still a more cordial life than this hell...
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
Scar tissue
It's ugly stuff
Though some people say
It's beautiful
In its own way
Like hardened lava
After the eruption
Of pain you once knew
Tugging on your soul
And heart
Making it hard to beat
Leaving you breathless
It's like a ghost
That haunts your every move
A reminder of the past
And of your strength
That you got this far
You made it through
Scar tissue
It's tough stuff
But so are you
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
I watch the blade pierce my skin, yet I feel nothing
Pearls of blood gather in the seams of the wound
An errant thumb smears across the coppery beads of life
Staining the subtle, spidered paths of my palms
I lack the courage to push deeper
I try not to curse the steel as I feel my hand shaking
A crooked "T" forms out of the scar tissue
An odd accompaniment to the fading india ink smiley face I so proudly engraved at 12
The angry pink flesh of my grief cries out for recognition
With a pasty blue grin, the naivety of my youth only mocks this unspeakable pain
Tears fall quietly down my face as I prepare for another wave of pretending...
Another wave of forgetting
Of regretting...
Of blood letting.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC