#stupor
Sitting idly on the bench
A plume of smoke was in the air
Everythin' was feeling near
Concealing my fear
♪
I was cold enough to feel
Yeah my buzz was wearin' off
Was our love ever real?
Course it was I'll go and scoff
♪
Can we go and crack the sky?
Yeah these birds were always real
Feel your tail coiled round my thigh
I guess we share a common zeal
♪
I'll hold you tight my only friend
I'll always love you till the end
I'll light your blunts forevermore
I'll always share im not a bore.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
I was a casket, heavy
with memories fading into stupor
I refused to decipher words
that once let me hold blue
and name green
in a shade of blood orange, skies.
We walked —
I floated through gravel,
tears soaking my feet
beside your resting head.
I wept in silence,
for no one was meant to hear.
No one dared
to comfort the hollow
where my voice bellowed
in melancholic grace.
The ship sailed
into the horizon above clouds —
but there was no Neverland,
only the second star
to the right —
its red light dimming
before the supernova.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
you incubated my fears
bottled up my tears
yet i cannot help but keep you near
you told me here, you hold me dear
but you treat me unfair
let your lies smear, mascara tears
drunken stupor off cheap beers
stuck within your toxic atmosphere
i pray to see the light of day
outside of this
Feb 22, 2023
Feb 22, 2023 at 7:57 AM UTC
A thousand chances I gave to you
Each one you carelessly broke
I called you my soulmate
Now that word just makes me choke
Why do I always fool myself
And believe your honeyed lies?
Falling for the next facade
Before the last tear even dries
Our love is a labor of loyalty
But I carry it's heavy weight
Despite how much it wears me out
Or slows down my wobbly gait
Which requires an impressive grip
So I don't drop you from my hands
When most would have given up by now
My tired frame continues to stand
Throughout misadventures
As seasons pass us by
I hold our relationship up
Even when you hardly try
Your absence is tearing me to shreds
Strangling me with misery
And the cuts all over my insides
Bleed out though no one can see
Since you abandoned ship
Feel older than ever before
Loneliness is aging me
From my surface to my core
Seeking refuge from the storm
Safe haven I can't seem to find
Cannot escape the sight of your face
You're everywhere I turn in my mind
But you have no comfort to offer
Except in dreams and memories
So I fill my reality with questions
Stuck in consecutive reveries
The coldest summer I've experienced yet
Though the sunshine is bright overhead
I am frozen straight through the bone
Even with somebody new in my bed
The beat in my chest sounds quieter now
My pulse slow and miniscule
Death would be easier than this I am sure
But I am not a coward
Only a fool
Running circles with my eyes tightly shut
Wasting away as time passes me by
Living life on autopilot
In a stupor
More like a zombie since you said goodbye
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
My shadow's seductive song
steers me into a comatose state,
as a deep slumber or senseless stupor
envelops me
...helpless...paralyzed
It starts to gnaw away
at what I thought was real.
leaving a murky thick blur,
that swallows
like the black rushing wave
of an absolute abyss.
Twisting dark spirals cluster,
as a pulsating pressure
thuds away urgently like a ticking
clock counting down the time
Slowly as I sink,
I embrace its cold peace
that's sweetly sweeps over me.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Eyes close in stupor,
Her keen eyes catch the caper;
Swing from love to sleep!
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
pleasantness made
the dawn
with his
own plait
of dreams
that focused
his love
merely with
this passerby
to contend
wherein market
square she
was in
a stupor
with her
throngs lost
social democrat
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
Look! maudlin sky smiles,
Sun puts stupor behind, live;
Light wins the chess game!
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
With my head held high,
Feeling light.
I jaunt down the avenue.
The heels of my feet unsteady,
“This sailor still has his sea legs!”
I gargle as my body stumbles,
Tumbles,
Face bloodied on asphalt and rubble.
Even though my mug is mangled,
My bottle is intact.
And that is what truly matters.
The glass cannot break;
Shred my being to tatters!
Before I part from my everlasting bond
Of neck in hand.
One last swig!
Before I head out to sea.
I may drown…
But there’s no drink in the deep.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
How do I stop the ****** voices from talkin.
This emotional roller coaster is a muthafucker.
Bout ready to get off. when's the next stop?
Feeling stuck in a pit bottom
How do I make it to the top?
Who can I talk to without passing the virus
That's eating me internally
Taking away from my being
Being able to smile, being able to provide, to support & encourage
My vision of the positive constantly distorted
It's a plague & it's contagious
You'd take cover if you knew better
But ignorance is the greatest.
How would you know when I've painted on a grin
Not until I open my mouth and escapes the Gin
Off my breath into your face
Then you'll understand a lil better
My mental state
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
It is not a mirage. This;
it is vital they share the same blue
veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different
airs. To live, is to learn how
to rejoice with paresthesia
causing liquor down your throat
and be in the stupor without feeling
stupid.
Stupors feel better
lucid
and this, this all feels better in sleep.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
liquor gets me real drunk and warm
in my stomach is whiskey kindle
my chimney throat smokes without fire
and all the burning and pressing
matters leak without heat
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC