#spike
Malice ripples
lying low, under
penetrating nightlife strobe.
Repercussions?
None to show.
Limp bodies
'getting loose'
In truth,
injected with poison;
a slow-acting noose.
Repulsive actions of the
vile & depraved
****
endorsed at raves.
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
you tried to hurt me
with poisonous tears.
you threw at me
your bravest fears,
unleashing your demons
on my bare shoulders
to **** my soul
with their tar black boulders.
-pieces from your spirit-
you made my worlds
and my words
bleed,
perfectly playing your villainous part,
you can't believe
i still make
-and breathe-
art.
but darling,
did you forget
i had a spiked heart?
-May Colde
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
Vibrational hues eclipse
my exterior ,
reverberating upon
my senses.
Parallel bars synchronize
around me, am I a prisoner
as the resonation keeps
me within this spot.
I can feel within a perfect
storm of repetition.
Like chambers bouncing off
each other, trying to find a
synchronization.
I look at myself,
breaches spring forth,
this shell is to weak to keep me in.
Shattering forth, I'm pure volume.
The bars start to spike, As I break free.
We become harmonized,
what tried to bind is now part of my reality.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
a vain
man's epithet
sought her
there that
was in
awe of
a shaker
and aspire
and multiply
from rudiments
of mistress
to shade
her posey
in a
crochet in
a second
sequel hoy
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
She gets high
to forget
feeling low.
In that instance the hair on her legs and her blood pressure spike, saluting the broken record chips rhythmically spinning above her dimmed wits.
Up, down,
with nothing to break down.
Deeply depressed,
she's high but low.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC