#swollen
Butcher them and freeze them
Drill deep into the swollen gums
Plant dazzling new structures -
Righteous and looming ones
Forget the nuclear green glow isn’t genuine,
isn’t purple and dim…
and that these roots won’t ever properly settle
because of what’s under the crystal soil beneath them;
The stench of the thing we thought would just work as fertiliser…
It’s eyes, it’s face, it’s bold and shooting terror…
We can’t escape it, and the ground seems so far down now…
And in this melting, drenching downfall we won’t be able to swim our way round…
We’re doomed to be losers
But before they finally take us down,
Let’s feel one last saw-edged grasp on this faint and crumbling crown…
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC
have you ever tried
to open a car door
and get in the car
at the same time
because i tried to do that tonight
and smacked my face into the door
after work
so now my eye is swollen
and probably brusied
so that's fun
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC
Shades of burnt orange and saffron
in clusters between the clouds,
the coolness of the atmosphere
brought ease to my swollen eyes
the bitterness on my tongue washed away
as if caramel was poured into the sky,
sweetness inhabited my lungs
and I uttered...
سُبْحَانَ الله
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
A swollen sun descends upon us.
small children at play with painted faces.
time is not an endless tick, one and then another
(the plague nearest our dwelling)
but a single broad and present moment stretching
out and on forever.
sometimes i feel my heart will burst
scattered about, then gathered up in a world of rag and bone.
seeds for the great harvest are but a payment for a
karmic debt -
a purple heart sacrifice of my broken hand -
a slice from stem to stern.
my eyes they sink into my head.
the world is a deep grey beneath the deep stars.
the constant chatter in the skull -
a fallen angel named Moroni.
my sunken eyes watch me lift the bad hand
the heathen of my good intentions -
the purple heart of a bad apostle
the shackles of my station
the facing of certain destruction within the grim Hallway of Anubis.
a single moment stretching on forever and a balancing of the heart.
a swollen sun descends upon the third circle of Hell - a place where I no longer live.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
There once was a girl who played the fife,
Looking at her filled my ****** with strife.
She played me a tune,
And I swelled like a balloon,
Now that girl is my wife.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
It’s not me, It’s you.
It always was,
And how could I be surprised?
All along, it was you.
Only you, no one else.
Now all that’s left is me.
Broken as ever.
With eyes still swollen from the night before,
Tear stained cheeks,
And an epiphany in my mind.
Maybe, It was me.
Or you.
Or us.
But eventually it was no one.
It was the empty spaces in your speech.
It was the stutter in your breath.
It was you.
It was the missed calls.
It was the arguments.
It was me.
Or maybe it was us.
Slowly
But
Surely
Falling (apart).
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
I'll scrawl pages of your name
because every way the letters turn make my eyes burn
The night you told me i was your favorite slur
My name has turned into something i never want my children to learn
Sweet salt drips from your lips
You speak in compliments and quotes
A personality made from mistakes
I keep giving and you always take
But never more than you need
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
The colour of
My throbbing
And swollen heart
no longer resembles
The colour of
Your dusty red lips
Now
It matches the
Colour of my
large dilated pupils
And the colour of
your capriciously moving
flickering obsidian
eyelashes
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Bleed out the pale blue you left in me -
Just a quick haunt back to your place
And we were at the beginning
To those secrets I laid into you where
The heart sang (withdrew).
Your words like ***** clothes
Scattered across the floor of my mind (rewind) –
White noise fingertips traced a frame
Where something used to be
Carrying swollen memories
Like bullets in my body.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
*i'm just a conflation
of swollen lips
and drunken midnights*
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
11:54
Still not awake
This corpse is pleading merces
But is yet to be given
I can hear these bones crackle
At every jolt, every spasm
They keep me asleep
These lullabies
This desolate throat
Delivers none but drought
Painful, but bearable still
These swollen eyes have never before
Felt this oppressed
How I wish they knew rest
This blade, above all
Transcends the screaming sting
***** pang*
These throes that tingle
Stay silent til the morn says so
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
Fantasy:
Swollen lips.
Bruises on my hips.
Goosebumps through your fingertips.
Reality:
Swollen heart.
Bruises from my thoughts.
Hating how you tear me apart.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
*IT'S THE INTOXICATING WAY
YOU DIDN'T CARE OR NEVER
WILL CARE ABOUT ME AND
MY PROBLEMS. IT'S THE WAY
YOU USED TO BREATHE MY
NAME IN THE DARKNESS
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I
COULDN'T HEAR. IT'S THE WAY
YOU DENIED BEING THE TINIEST
BIT ATTACHED TO ME EVEN
THOUGH BOTH YOU AND I
KNEW YOU WERE. BUT MOST
OF ALL, IT'S THE WAY YOU
LEFT ME, A SOBBING MESS ON
THE FLOOR, WITH YOUR NAME
AS A LAST BREATH ON MY
SWOLLEN LIPS.*
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
A boy
His green eyes harsh and focused
Hair a light brown and cut short
It is messy and flat
From a hat that's held in his hand
A girl
Hair cascading to her shoulders
In a river of golden blonde
Eyes an ice cold blue
But have a soft look
They stand in a crowded room of people
Yet they only see each other
They are far
They are separate
They are strangers
But a connection is created
Their eyes meet for barely a second
And time stops
The rest of the world put on hold
For a simple glance
And there it lies
A black and blue bruise
Covering one of his blissful green eyes
It is swollen too
The boy takes the hat from his hands
Places it on his head
And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye
Nonetheless the girl saw it
No matter how long the look was for
She remembers
She's intrigued by it
She curious as to how he got it
What his story is
Why he is hidding it
Why he let her see
Even if it was only for a second
But while all this runs in her mindo
The boy has broken the intense gaze
He has moved on
Continued on his corse
Leaving the girl only to
Imagine
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Facile flirtations
Sighs and sorrows
The depth of brevity
Sonorously sinking
Rising slowly
Washed by the rain
Drifting
The swollen ocean
Rolling, pounding
An avalanche of sound
Cascading, sublimating.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
I will write about you every day
in verses, in words, in peculiar lines.
First, about how you never left
my tiny center when
our eyes first met.
And lastly, to no end,
how you will, in that space,
(would every day for this year) stay.
I will write about you every day
and hereupon, I lay my words
in my behalf.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
now,
that your anger
has soothed down,
you are calm and
you have that guilty face
on you,
the one that you
always have,
when you know
you were wrong.
you're biting
your red, swollen lip,
and your repeated excuses,
i will not take anymore,
i have heard them too many times,
the tension in the air,
is telling us
that our time is
done,
for good.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC