Tammy Cusick

Tammy Cusick Jun 2017

Marks smudge your face,
Your *****,
filthy mouth,
what do you proclaim?

What do you see?
When your eyes are blackened out from the dirt of your knees,
Slither and snake through your hands decayed bones,
We had a crown but now a thousand thrones.

Reach out your webs and reel me in,
Lend me your ear and fill me in,
What it's like to greedy, deceitful, and sturdy,
To have such a pretty face and still be so *****.

#crown #thrones #decay #bones #*****

Tammy Cusick Jun 2017

Pale Butterflies

And without you I'd be blue,
Dead in the face staring onto You,
With your eyes so pale deeper than my soul,
You are the one,
my embodied whole.

Kissing my lips across the crevass of your wings,
I'd tell you my secrets if only you could keep it,
Flowing down into sequenced eyes,
The arms that have held you i truly despise.

Many of times I've died alone,
But you make this interminable coffin feel like a home.
Down inside the silk of your skin,
You're my happiness,
You're my sin.

Cascading down in that intoxicating grin,
The devil in You,
Let. Me. In.

You are my nature,
Pure and Devine,
Into your heart I, intwine.
Flowing down into your fragile wings,
Who knew the color of my life with would be a pale quiet queen.

Tammy Cusick Mar 2017

Concrete Nooses

And if she were my world,
she'd be right in the center,
between the soil,
where our skin would suffice a splinter,
I tried to call death but heaven already sent her.
Her stinging euphoria exhilarates my touch,
her body against mine has never felt so cold,
I've never felt a lifeless hold,
until I looked into her shimmered, crevassed eye's.

Not until she embraced my souls walls,
I listened to her indigenous call,
now I'm trapped in her concrete noose,
and I wouldn't wanna hold on any tighter to her recluse,
her voices music is my only muse.

I'm coiled up, tattered, and blue.
Now tell me,
where the **** are you?
a corpse has never been my reluctant seal,
but sometimes disgust brings the prettiest of deals.

Edging down these thick gray slabs,
the inebriating smell of your stench takes hold and grabs,
down my jaw-line,
her favorite feature,
and around my neck paperless and thin,
then tightened at the top,
She was holding the lever the second before I dropped.

Now I subdue into this henchman's knot,
fading into her chaos I decay,
death and I will go far away,
where the luminous meadows enrich our souls,
and my body forever in her rotting lifeless hold,
we'll float away onto burning coals,
'cause life ain't nothin' but gold when you've got a noose around your neck,
and nothin' to hold.

I rarely post onto this site anymore. So let me know what you think and I might share more!

Tammy Cusick Feb 2017

Saddest Kid of The Year

I am tired,
weak at the knees,
bound by this light,
suffocated by the trees,
lay me down and let me ease.

I am blind,
Tedious to the touch,
Your euphoria my eternal crutch.

I am awake,
restless at night,
the vision of you in the cross-hair of my sight,
trembling up my arms I subdue into you,
heroine on your lips,
the sweet taste of pain,
the death of me will be your disdain.

I am enraged,
deranged for that fact,
you sink the needles of your teeth in me and that's, that,
I feel you sinking into my veins,
cradling my demons in this silk white cage,
I am your puppet on this quicksand of a stage.

I am saddened,
deepened in fear,
seeping down these numb gray walls,
I sense your energy,
Yet, I cannot hear,
they gave me a medal, yeah,
"Saddest Kid Of The Year."

I am in the spotlight,
cold in decay,
A shrine of you in my darkened array,
You doll me up and tell me "stay."
the velvet fell from your lips spilled into my soul,
shattered the pieces of a heart you used to call whole.

Now I stand on this podium of rot I've build for myself,
It's where they put people like us when you live on the top shelf,
While a crowd of you stands in roaring ovation,
You were my warning,
now I have this citation,
I'll never pay it off 'cause happiness is vacation.

- Tammy Cusick
TM 2017

i haven't wrote in a while so i may be a bit rusty, give your input, critisim, and advice.

Tammy Cusick Jul 2016

Trickled dispear

As she drips down into her fluorescent mess,
She acquires these thoughts she's always addressed.
Full of love, hate, and distress,
Ninety to nothing,
she bleeds out her chest,
Wiping off the carnage from her hurtful gown,
The sailine  trickling into her paralyzed frown,
Shes looked up too much to be this far down,
The powder on the brim of her hand,
Left her in dispear to regret her unsettling hidden hand.
What's up her sleeve,
What's down her gown,
The scars of today floating around.

Her bones so brittle,
Petite to the touch,
Crumble in her body,
And back into her crutch.
She takes the sand brittling away,
Engulfs it in her belittling tray.

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Her nails are dug into the mildewed floor,
Hardening into the stained pain,
To sustain and embroider into this hardwood groove,
She's an fein for love and a harp for sloon,
A foreign word seeps to her room.

Spinning around spurting words across the walls,
The dead words she's spoken begin to echo down the halls,
A dark passenger aboard this drip,
In a gown with revenge in her pick,
She slides the mirror into her deathly grip.

Cutting into her callused  hands,
She inhales the pain into her nasal stands,
So apprehend and pretend it's all in a dream,
Because nothing is ever what it used to seem.

Uproar into a standing ovation,
The death of herself is her dismayed creation,
In this bitter distraught heart is her ****** salvation,
Dampened into her picklines calbration,
The fifty round shot of morphines  delayed sin,
Unto her face and into her impermeable grin.

Tammy Cusick Oct 2014

Darkness Vol. 1

Darkness it creeps and hides,
every crack and crevasse,
born to the naked eye,
in the world of sand we're Catcher while they're Rye.

Open up your mind,
that third dimensional eye,
for it unlocked the truth,
it leaves few behind,
you gotta catch up if you plan to survive.

In this world so feeble and faint,
harsh and cold,
darkness creeps upon the paranoid and old,
it reaches out and grabs your hand,
for we are all just grains left in the sand.

Its anger is a scythe,
cuts deep into your soul like any double edged knife,
I am the reaper,
I am new life.

Darkness its stench,
dead and foul,
Hades slithering on the prowl,
there is a time here and now.

Life is found rejoicing in the light,
for I kiss the hand of death and say goodnight,
for you I bid goodbye,
for I am god,
I am Rye.

I drink my quaff and stumble away,
for I am the reaper,
dead and grey,
free your soul,
I hope and pray
that darkness will never creep your way.

drinking problem

#dead #cold #survive #reaper #scythe #rye #harsh #faint #foul #slithering

Tammy Cusick Oct 2014

Sister of Mine

Dear sister,
I know its been a while since we've last heard word of one another,
but can you blame me?
Don't shame me for you are all I've had,
Don't roll that bowl for you are not the same.
When I say I miss you it's honest and true,
put down lady crystal,
she's intended for doom.

Sister can you hear me?
At least a reply?
when you left on that plane did you even hesitate to say goodbye?
without you where will I be?
You said one gram was enough,
but you stayed up all that night huff after huff.
You cleaned and folded all of our stuff,
I thought you were lying,
but you falsified my bluff.

Sister,
put down lady crystal,
for you are slowly dying.
As I type this poem and hold back the tears,
you walk the streets of california,
in all I have feared.

I'd find you in a coffin being shipped back to me,
I just want you happy,
is that too guilty of a plea?
Just because it got cheaper doesn't mean more for me.
It's all you do,
you are skin and bones,
you are not "beefin" it,
you are anorexic and cold.

Come back home,
for mothers arms are open.

Sister of mine,
Identical features of I,
What will it take you to come back home,
put down the ****,
you are not alone.

This is about my identical twin, she recently moved to california and i am worried sick about her because her expensive habit just got cheaper. It's all she does, she's skin and bones .. it breaks my heart, please come home.