#takers
He pulled out a box after our first fight.
He told me I must fit inside.
I should have ran away that day,
but instead I offered him my wrist,
to begin the break down of my body parts.
My arm fractured easily and bent back on itself.
My femur took a lot of force,
but eventually it gave way,
and no longer did I stand.
My hips were cranked in opposite directions,
as if twisting apart an apple.
The crunch of the bone gears meshing together and apart
reverberated in my head.
The pain of that break sent me into a blackout.
When it came time for my spine,
he didn't have to touch a single vertebrate,
I shattered every single one,
just
for
you.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
A Look Upon the Beech
Of Time
Love
Cast Upon the Sands
Of Rhyme
Dropped Dangling Stars
from Ceiling Fell
Each Caught by Pounding
Oceans Swell
These Gifts
Of Light,
And Space,
And Sea
Of Life
And Vision
Of Worlds
Are Key
OF Calm and Peace
Now Soldiers
Harp
This Cross
This Call
This Time
Soft Sharp
A Flame
of Love
So Bold
Free Life
Sweet Dove
Free Soul
Free World
UN Strife
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
they come in the eve of night
or even up your sleeve at daylight,
they have one mission,
and one mission only.
To destroy, take, or darken your soul
for that's their deadly role.
they take the art from your eyes
and replace it with darkness from the skies,
you ask them why,
and they just sigh
oh they just sigh in evil sigh.
they dig into your flesh, until they find your soul
as soon as they finally find it
they rip out your soul
eat it whole
and you're dead.
they said
you're still breathing but just artistically dead.
you're still living, but at the same time you're not.
you're still alive, but at the same time you just died.
she cried, and cried.
she no longer saw colours dancing
on the canvas of her mind.
she no longer felt the music flow
through her veins,
she only felt blood and pain.
harmonies no longer came out of her
mouth
only doubt, cries, and 'Why!'s
to the innocent skies.
she was still alive, but at the same time she just died.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
They grab a leg
and shake...
and shake.
They grab a arm,
because I don't-
feel the harm.
They grab my hair,
my fingers,
my toes,
my eyes,
my ears,
my heart,
my nose.
One by one
each piece goes.
Before I can breathe
they've stolen my breath.
They pick apart all I have,
and I ask,"is this death?"
Death so empty,
yet I feel peace when alone.
All those years I cried for someone,
but I feel so shaken;
so happy on my own.
Let my sharing freeze over,
that someday it plop and rot,
to see their grand expressions,
will they still care or will they not?
I've given all I have,
I've said goodbye to all I love.
They've looted me entirely,
do they yet have enough?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC