#vertigo
constantly in a state of vertigo
perfectly stable, but feel like i’m being pulled
in every which way, though it’s harder to believe than to say
feel like my soul is hovering over my body
this loss of control’s very odd for me
my world’s been spinning
as has everyone else’s
still feeling just as helpless
as we did in the beginning
encased in the good times I relish
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
I like the physical
Feeling
of vertigo
and dizziness
reeling
back
from blurry
ceilings
and voices
I can't
keep
around me
revealing
lines on
my wrists
with excuses
I can't sleep
I like the physical
feeling
of blood
on my skin
reeling
back
with pleasure
and sin
revelling
in the
metallic
taste
the peeling
back of
layers
with haste
The physical
feeling
of pain
that is
leaving
is beyond
those who
want to
keep
living
Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
eyeball rippening
birthed
Through centre of flower.
Be my love,Lover
cumshawed with horror of flames
eyes show a fear too great to tame
Let me be your aegis
i'll sow a hundred ideal
hearts for you,
deform my brain
just to
Get closer to you,my
Sweet,sweet heart
i'd study you with the starriest stare’s
always so
caught up in a surprise;
We could go on
Living how you
Live now
hearing the metropolis moving in polyrythm
Outside your window,
my ear closely tied,
listening,by your brazen chest
Aug 29, 2023
Aug 29, 2023 at 3:14 AM UTC
I struggle to stay balanced
my asymmetry is well established
my to-do list is longer than my hair
which I need to cut, by the way
So many dead ends, so little day
So many tasks, my schedule cannot sway
the gears are moving, the thoughts invasive
the fears are proving to be quite abrasive
too much, cannot face it
so I meticulously place my crystals north
so I ridiculously colour coordinate my clothes
anything to escape myself mischievously
I struggle to stay in one place
I struggle every day
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC
I woke up to a nightmare
and the next thing I knew
the world started spinning
so I closed my eyes
and hoped
to see it gone
but It didn't
I couldn't moved an inch;
It's like my mind
tried to tame
the chaos in me
which in turn
becomes
the violent whirling
and now my world is
upside down...
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC
i put on vertigo today
to relate to the slow flooding of green
i came to the circling score
remembering how I used to get slapped
when scotty embraces made-over judy
i couldn’t help but cry as i fear
i want to be made-over too
in someone else’s image
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
I can see the way
Your rhymes they play
Your head
You've got that blame
On pause
Now hit repeat
I don't do rhymes
Patterns
Circles
Or anything
That spins my head
Because I get dizzy
And then my head hurts
Then I get awkward
And I don't like it.
Then I get nauseous
And I hate it.
And then someone out there
Decides to hit
Repeat.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
“There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
Its not dark yet, but it’s getting there”. – Bob Dylan
.
A pair of die is tossed across a plywood-table.
It’s oak-veneer of creamy grain glisters with light
Which falls crummy, like dandruff from naked bulbs
That are illumined by a hand that screws;
There is no switch.
The flick of that wrist charms those die into snake eyes.
And so, the two-fold trick erupts our opposites on top
Of the laminated universe. The stones have settled.
You can smell the ignited, paper wick
Of a well-packed cigarette
But none of the sweet leaf which follows.
The virtue of our space is that
The substance is snuffed out.
No more panache with death-
Wish; just sadness fumbling with toilet
Paper, because tissues got expensive.
Pretty quick the crown of that nose chafes
Against the single-ply and specks of skin
Suspend themselves in oddly solar
Bathroom light. But the cells reform so quick;
The cartilage is solid like the trunks of effusive,
Sappy trees that create a sympathetic prison.
Soon, apathetic winter comes to ****
The ornaments obscuring
A depthless forest.
So stripped of foliage, an ascetic, wintry oak
Must look inside itself.
The anatomy of tree
As annulated grain,
Is kept concealed; flat circles. marking. years.
It sees Prospero’s Ariel and Carlotta’s Madeleine.
They’re gagged, trapped in the trunk
And point outside the Vertigo of time –
Inside the television – to “total flow” –
(Where Scottie drools catatonically)
To spotless light, in evergreen rooms
That are built of such better pulp.
..
Conspicuous are characters around here.
It seems that silver dollars stack ten to a word
Of which so many do plague these matted
And miserly phrases.
Intelligent, it isn’t. Green looks blue;
Intelligence is stupid. It does not sound
Like anything and means much less.
No, they’re hopeful to be musical or
Umbilical; like, connected to the harmonic
Mother who’s just now gestating an utterance
For life or death. Whichever side
Of the soil you prefer.
Most folks used to hedge their bets on both
But eternity is out, the moment is in.
Like Jesus Christ it’s difficult to stay
With the latest
Transcendental style.
Friction atomizes faith’s tension ‘till
Belief systems are burned out.
The Library of Babel is in flames.
The ash falls and frosts the boughs
Of culture’s mangey oak.
That tree, was just struck by the zeitgeist’s lightning.
And furiously, so furiously our year’s snow is falling,
On all the breathing; all the sleeping,
Whom sawing logs are situated in the worst, possible
S(lumber).
…
I saw dust, and it looked like me.
I am the 3rd Adam.
I am a-bomb.
And I will deliver us.
Sawdust
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
It's made of flesh -
The walls, doors and windows.
It makes my air boil with trembles.
It's made of scorned blood -
The floors, ceilings and tables.
My limbs drip slowly, making me heavy.
In the place where was the eye, now is just a hole.
In the place where you waited, now I'm left alone.
But alone is not what you're thinking of,
Alone for me means
A feast of broken bodies
All floating in white rooms with skies as ceilings
Everything's a limit
The iron too powerful
Here they come on my chest o, ****** are thee.
Roaming on northern winds
Lay and feel me
I give myself to you
Feast of me alone
Now that I have nothing more to give
At last I give to you my soul.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Sometimes
One feels
Dizzy
Not
Because of
Clinical
Ailment
For what dies
Within
Their world
Turns upside down
Irony
Nobody notices
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
The world is spinning,
The crickets are singing,
The sea salt is climbing—
What a beautiful morning.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
not everything has to hurt anymore
don't let it
we may be damaged broken fools
but we can still be happy
(please read below)
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Weakened knees
on firm, hard ground.
Futile footfalls
on sinking sand.
Dazed and confused
by the sights and sounds.
Losing balance
in familiar lands.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
my world hasn't stopped spinning since you left
diagnosed with vertigo
a constant whirl of hazel eyes
a monotone voice on replay
a skipping record in my head
unsure of which direction i'm going
one second i'm next to you in bed
wrapped in white sheets
your breath hot against the back of my neck
and the next
i'm surrounded by darkness
i turn for you and
i sink deeper into this empty bed
love becoming a word covered in dust
i am covered in dust
trapped in the memories of yesterday
trapped in my own head
constantly spinning
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
The vertigo invades my brain
And as I lay awake
The self diagnosis makes me question
My intentions
If only he’d be able to hear me
Without me saying a word
You’re lazy, you’re lazy
Restless silence
Bubbling water
Inconsistent ticking
I fall asleep
And yet
I must talk myself into sleeping
Convince myself that
My pillow loves me
Just as a lover would
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Your slick moves,
under the smoke we sit,
breathing in vertigo,
the intoxication that never leaves
and a scent to burn
our insecurities.
Your slick moves,
under the light that oozes,
has become my kind
of lifeline.
-MW
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
It is time you faced that abomination.
You don't need to be secretive about it;
You falter on the mere embrace of shame.
The frightening realisation that was brought forth
When you stumbled on the playground of greed.
The pestering of hands that point and eyes that stare
Bridled to your chest with lust for the meek.
On the edge of time you stood, floudering in a haze
To cope with the piercing daze of vertigo
Thus I ask to abolish that hurt
To call your empty heart and let go.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
I faced the bunnies of the apocalypse.
Their glare - ever so piercing,
intruding,
alluring.
In purity, ceasing discontinuity,
the emotions so effervescent
Borderline present
in despair, the infernal chase
In a hellbent daze I secluded myself
From the vertigo of suicide, I was in a dazzle
The warmth of despair enveloping me
In golden hue.
Eerily
creeping
near
in
obscurity,
The effulgence of the universe darkened
my eyes.
The spinning epitome, ever so frightening
Enlightening, it drew
near.
The ambient visions speak - the devil sleeps
I stood amongst the burnt umber
in my heart.
The putrid dirt stains, the chocolate emulsion
Gagging me in repulsion, in absurdity of thee
The abominations dominate all
of my intention.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
Oh Stars!
Enlighten my life
With your light.
Oh Earth!
Fill my canvas
With your colours.
Oh Air!
Elate my lungs
With your youth.
Oh Rivers!
Quench my thirst
With your freedom.
Oh Forests!
Hug my loneliness
With your completeness.
Oh Oceans!
Supply me oxygen
With your phytoplankton.
Oh Mountains!
Take away my vertigo
With your refreshing heights.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC