Predestined slivers snake through my skin
Cleverly piercing each crevice of my fingerprints
Each varying in sizes
Each sharper than the next
My hand quivers at its new friends
Subtle spots of red appear in unwanted places
Lost and enraged they dig deeper
Swelling blankets the tails that peek out of my pink flesh
Each movement makes them scream
Each scream makes my eyes water
A light trickle of sweat bounces off of the surface below
I stand to take a breath
This task never ends
The rotten ground beneath me laughs at my anguish
“I should let you rot in hell”, I murmured.
It replied with a silent grin
The face of my chore is a dastardly fellow
Cheap
Unreliable
A liar
“You were supposed to last”, I snickered
Back on my knees I continue to scrape and pull
Splinters embedded in my skin will be my memory of this task
A colony of shattered sharks lying within

Pink ribbons fade into Grey at the sight of an old man;
They slither on the breath of the wind,
Tapped on by subtle drops of rain,
Shriveling and cold.
They slowly begin to unravel from the pointed tips to the soft inner core;
Ragged strings float down onto the earth's surface,
Laying quietly.
Only waiting to be stepped on by muddy, yellow, rain boots.

An old man sits on the bench,
His back curling into itself,
A fish hook image of sharp uncomfortable pain.
His face holds pictures of trenches and craters;
His cane leaning slightly at his side,
His only companion.
Each breath like forcing air out of a pinhole in a balloon.
His hands quiver with each blink
His eyes becoming heavier with each gasping breath.

He has known a life
Lived a life
Saved a life
Taken a life
Witnessed life
Broken a life

Yet in the end he will have no life.
With one last breath his life will end, and be forgotten.
With one last blink he will no longer see the life in front of him

An old man dies in a park
A pink ribbon fades into mud
A life of worth dissipates into nothingness.

Pieces of me crash to the floor
Red clouds my sight
Crawling streams of sorrow leave my eyes dry
Shriveled up I lay
Curled in a corner like torn leaves
Broken

They itch
I scratch

They bleed
I still scratch

Annoying
Inevitable

Bugs will always be
They will always bite
And I will always scratch

I will always be surprised
I will always be annoyed
And even though I know not to

I will always scratch
I will forever bleed

Chocolate drizzled down my chin
A little taste of sin

Each drop I swallow
Makes me hollow

I cannot stop
Just one more drop

Give me more
My lips feel sore

Drain my soul
From this gaping hole

Can’t spit it out
I start to doubt

My little taste of sin
Ends like it begins

The Large Green Wall
Consumed the world around it in the
F l a k y
White words
S c a t t e r e d
Along
Its surface
T
R
A
    P
P
      E
D

Your words fade to grey—
When you take advantage of them they broil away.
Once a bright yellow, you filled the room with light.
Now as dull as a beaten blade
The room remains hollow
Empty.
No matter how small it gets—
Hidden away. Those words you always said
Creep beneath my feet and follow me into bed.
Haunting my dreams
I can’t sleep—
I can’t cry—
I can’t eat—
Unable to die,
I crawl—
Into that hollow room.
I fill it with stolen red tears—
To drown in them,
Will be better than to hear
I love you
From your lying—
Grey—
Lips.

I need to learn to
Stand up
Never back down
Even at the sound
Of a bomb hitting the ground
Creating a
Bang
All around
Flashing lights
Chilling sights
Long faces breaking
Falling apart
Electric sparks
Creating dark
Engulfing children
Demolishing schools
Screeching breaks
Of car pools
The green sky hails
A terrible storm
Out of the norm
Radiation scars
The lives it mars
Covering stars
Like a silhouette
Of a giant jet
It grumbles
Mumbles
Roars
And soars
Bellowing smoke
Like brewing a ****
The coughing stops
Bodies flop
To the ground
No sound
And just to think
I could have linked
This all to me
If I just stood up
For once in my days
Then I could have earned
An enormous price
Within this haze
The price of life
For a million people
And for myself
Id feel like an equal

Laying in space, a smile on your face
Plastered there, you would catch me stare
I smile lightly, blushing in the cheeks
You kept that smile and occasionally peeked

What if I had a secret to tell, one that presumably would not end well
A secret that could break that smile you so subtly sealed
A secret that would push me away from you because I was revealed

So sweetly I stare into your eyes
So genuinely mesmerized
Would you have a clue?
That I’ve done it without you?

With another man?
You might …

But it will be my secret, because you’re under my spell
A spell so cautiously conducted that you might as well
Just keep that smile there and remain unaware
As a deaf man being approached by a grizzly bear

He’ll never know unless he turns around
But chains prevent him from seeing the sound

Fully—
Broken—
A million pieces
Scattered
On the floor
Im done now—
Ive lost—
Every ounce of care
Every inch of love
Every spec of me crumbled
As useful as a grain of sand
Lost at sea.
Faded—
Red—
Sand—

I look up at you.
Tall,
Rugged,
Serene in your towering bliss.

You never look back.
You always look forward,
With nothing but the sun,
The moon,
The stars,
And sky to look down upon you.

The wind cannot blow you down.
The rain can only bounce off of your sides.
When I touch you,
You’re cold.

But I have seen you from the inside.
The warmth,
The colours,
Abundant in knowledge and powerful in your creative displays.

I know you.
But you will never know me.

The pages of a book keep secrets unknown to those who
Just skin through or glance at the cover.
My lips are a book with no title
No words
No feelings
They lie on my face as dead and cold as stone
Stories
To the world, my lips are numb—
Just a book hidden within the library of the world
My secrets sewn into its pages.

Day turned to night
Night to day
The patience sways
In a gathering haze
Confusion strikes
With every step
With every blink
Time changes
My body quits
My mind rages
Shallow hints
Dare me to squint
Crunch up nose
And clench my fists
No one knows
Of the subtle blows
They take to my head
When I lay in my bed
I’m at peace alone
In the dark
In the cold
I’m at peace when you sleep
In the chilling solitude
Of the dreams you choose
To never know
Those are the dreams
I choose to forever show
The ones that skip
From place to place
The ones that stare
Into the contours of my face
Into the pupils of my eyes
That gaze and rise to the starry skies
That glisten with black
Shadowing the earth
In its blanket of death
And its arch shaped girth
Tightening its grasp
On the midnight mass
Of sleeping souls
In their darkened
Dreamed holes

My demon lays, awake within me
Silently it taps its claws
Slowly it scratches into my bones
I can feel its grin
My marrow rots
The smell of its breath lingers in the meat of my body
It boils the blood within my brain
Sending me into a frantic frenzy
I feed on my thoughts
The gobbler is my name
Memories run at the sight of my teeth
I now know nothing
Full and unsatisfied I crave more
I sit.
I wait.
The next catch sure to be great
Like a tiger I purr at the excitement
I spot your thoughts across the room
Tender and soft they sleep
Unaware
Unafraid
Vulnerable
“Just a taste” I murmur
“A nibble wont hurt”

I’m still hungry
Your carcass
Sprawled
Mauled
Your eyes are still open
But there is no life within them
The blank stare eases me
Soothes the scratches carved into my skin
My demon is out
Applauding me

Broken beasts lay withered and destroyed
Nipping the air as a last resort.

I stand above them in my perfect health
Holding the trigger that made them yelp.

My eyes sparkle at the bounty I killed
Their eyes, dead, unable to forgive.

Realization was a word unknown
Until realization came in the form of a crow.

Black all over
Talons extend.

To slice my eyes
It was a master plan.

Now blind, I can see
Yes, it sounds weird to me.

But that crow gave me pain,
Truth,
Wisdom.
All of which I would never sacrifice
For the gain and return of my lifelong eyesight.

They’re back
The Demons followed me here
I can feel their chilling breath on my neck
As if each goosebump were about to explode
With raging acid that could leak into my bones

Insomnia
Effortless attempts to sleep while
I’m being watched
Light seems to be the only protection
They hate light.
It makes them shiver
The warmth hinders their movements

Scattered thoughts leave me with no hope
My fingers shake at the idea
My fingers never shake.

I remember a time when demons didn’t exist
A time where sleep was accepted
Where thoughts were ignorant
They could be grinning in the corner
I wouldn’t have noticed

These songs keep me sane
The beating of the drums keeps my heart at pace
It hollows my mind from thoughts
Fills it with words of another

This cest pool is a dangerous game
Its focus, to annihilate all whom cross its path
Subliminal messages draw in its followers
Competing to claim the prize
Death .

A yellow demon caresses his body
Gnawing
Scratching
Eating
Laying eggs in crevices
Broken scraps of tissue
Sprouting children walk the surface
Feeding on the Corpse
Raising their torches to the sphere above
Flaming
Burning
Boiling
They ride the licorice veils of the moon
Charging
Stampeding
Each breath he takes
A war
They suffocate his lungs
Strangling
Stomping
Laughing
A yellow demon caresses his corpse
The next victim
Unaware

Stories told through the grime in a bath
The past
What has been
Like wrinkles on a hand
Crevices
Lines
Bumps
Age

Drops of water erase
Cleansing the tile sides
Your hand print
Outlined on the door
Wiped away
With subtle rain
All that is left
Now travels with the clouds