#slash
Like a knife, she cut my heart into two.
She grabbed one half and left me another.
Never thought sharing would be this blissful.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
shrieks from the fallen ones
haunt your memories
faces slowly fading away
as the time rushes by
yet everything seems paused
moving along in slow motion
watching everyone else live their lives
smiling, laughing, enjoying their time
while you sit back and wonder
what happened here
why me, why us
things could have been better, different
how have i managed to survive
can’t believe i made it this far
i had your help
and now i have nothing
the silence stings
but the emptiness hurts the most
cupboards left open
couch cushions askew
stains on the carpet
hard to accept the fact
that bang bang bang
that slash slash slash
has now led to you all
being
gone
i’m sorry
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
theres a
blue jay out there
with a
key
for my
lock.
will it take
my guts for
treasure?
or see the slash
in my belly as
flaw.
hamartia.
would it take
me naked?
glitch personified,
i knock three times
at the door.
its cold and i
am ready
to die in your
arms again.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
I wish I was a musician,
Wrote riffs for my guitar,
Earned loads of cash, looked like Slash,
And drove a fancy car.
I wish I was an artist,
Created worlds with paint,
Banksy as my bro, a huge afro,
At my feet London would faint.
I wish I was an actor,
For all the world's a stage,
I'd win awards, tread the West End boards,
And make 'portly' all the rage.
It's pants being a poet,
Scribbling odes year after year,
But I'm not flighty, I can write in my nightie,
And post it all on here.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
Move. Shift. Effortless.
Leave. Return. Don't.
Return.
Hollow.
Where the love was grown.
Dejected earth.
Cry. Wallow. Fatigued.
Return or Don't.
Return.
The flora found the trashcan.
Have your empty earth.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
what are we, i ask myself
i own
no statement
only feeble questions
i see your blushing face asleep on trash
but i could never see my freezing heart
at ease at the fire's eager edge, only in it
now i offer life anew at your brick and mortar altar
where once i'd incinerate my own skin
maybe if i pray hard, i'll pray your apathy away
when words are all i have to give
it's the most fitting gift to receive
i suppose
so
when i consign my primal urge to dead space
i consign in full view of destinies lost
grow dead to human touch
sniffing all the lacquer off your short nails
quick to bed, while high i await morning's rise
wakeful through the night, tooth to lip
my wanting hand
silently crawls
my tender thigh
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
**** me
all i ever do is run from myself
all i
do is done in pursuit of bad health
drain the well
dump me down
if you won't
then i will
trust fall into
the hungry depths
all i
do is done in pursuit of bad health
at the tragic end the sadness is
that despite outside approval
i never knew
to approve
of myself
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
I'm looking for a wild card, a badmash
Not a monster that will want to leave a slash
When i let the troops come into my base to visit
I hope the firefight inside is with passion and not bullets.
Love ups the flames but so does misery.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
the moon was bright// light of the night...
sing to me tunes// early summer in june//
shine down your old light// borrowed from the sun tonight..
don't feel ashamed// you are not to blame//
i am sad because of me// all the things i didn't see..
not because i am blind// i just couldn't see her shine//
please don't hide behind the clouds// i swear i will not cry out loud..
i can see you shine// but your light is borrowed, u have always been dark inside//
she is the same// and i am to blame..
for she is the moon// and i am her sun.........
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
"Once is enough," He said
All truth has fled,
Though, he trusted me
Candle light and razors blades
Each branch, shingles and shades
"I know it's tough," He cried
In the darkness of a cherry tree,
she shied
"It's just a phase," they taunt
But, smiles they flaunt?
You think that's easy don't you
You think that I can do it too?
Go right ahead,
"Tomorrow," is said, yet I crawl in bed?
"I understand what you're going through,"
You think you're so funny, don't you?
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
With passing days queued up
for the forecast foreseeable
Tuck into the routines' reserves
deplete when permissible
Shot through the feet
with what we can't forget
run on through the limp
past the end of the sentence
and sit
In the glow
remain undeveloped
stay unreconstructed
drop the curtain
on scenes interrupted
Dot your i's
with up-slanted slash marks
sparks fill my eyes when
I read through your retorts
Blank page.
Blank page.
A waltz through a minefield
reeling jigs over headstones
when digging through
plain white lines
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC