Head a hostile environment again
Emotion overthrows intelligence
Fragile skull accepts another beating
and indecency becomes preference

Absorbing black into gray matter
Meticulous infiltration;
Makes death a desire
and living a fear

Friendly fire
Mind battles disease, disease
obliterates mind to violence
collided with sharpened corners of myself
****** mess, wrong message

Swallowing hostile heavy medications,
contain my elation so that overjoy
doesn't morph into mania, or joy
Mass of electrons now inside
find nothing positive; thought paralyzed

Deviating cells that scare themselves
from the darkened sanguinary state.
wide eyed faces searching for a homeostasis
Far from stable since demon's rule

Constant epiphanies with no execution
turn to facts filed in brain catalogs
Fully aware solutions are there,
but the drawers are glued shut

~kb

Sick with it
Spun and done
Get on with your negative nature
Spew insults after being kind
Swallowing others’ egos
Creature posing as a man
needs to work on posing stance
Deceit seeps through pores
glorified saying you’re moisturized
Burn you down eyes gouge out
Realize that fake are made of plastic
Puddle of a little man, where’s your ego now?

~kb

Picture Prompt: https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2717/9.jpg?FBIMG15460956

Bustling and busy
There used to be a city
Graced with healing Hudson waters
Dreamers dreamed with
Street corner schemes
Hopes soared higher than the skyline
But the timeline of our saddened state
This human race sped everything up
Blue water turned grey and
Foamed at the mouth swallowing light
Like a black hole
Leaving darkened streets
And acid fog met breath
It was too much to bare
For the weak we’d become
Abandoning homes for higher ground
The sound of tall buildings
Aching in the wind like they cry
For someone to stay
It never used to look this way
Like it quietly weeps alone
Space becoming limited here
Take our statue and move on

~kb

Sometimes I sit in my backyard
listen to the cars in the distance
I wonder where they’re going
Who’s in them
Are they tired or scared
or ready to go out
or dying to go in
or living in sin
or an upstanding human singing along
with the radio or cursing other drivers
for driving too slow
and which one of them goes home to love and which one of them goes home to hate and which one of them goes home alone
and which ones don’t make it home at all
I guess someday we all fall
Another night in the highway tales
that mean nothing more than a girl
who’s imagination is bored

~kb

Sugar coated verbiage
Lengthy sentences
Phrases sink in sunk places
Spaces containing
Made up boxes
Fan open and spill
Plot twists and tone shifts
Into our visual ears
Eyes become narrators
Hard cover to unwanted thoughts
Get lost
In fantasy words
That make fantasy worlds
When pieced and assembled
Precision of a surgeon’s knife
Hidden in stamped black ink’s life
The title makes sense

~kb

Painted lips a bloodless blue
I exist but I am dead to you
Porcelain skin starts to crack
I cover my eyes and send my mind back
Feathered fingertips graze my skin
Blue an ocean of you where I would swim
Now drowning in your tension and hate
Breath escapes and new hues take shape
Silent screams and a siren’s song
Warning me my lips are colored wrong
Tired eyes behind coarse unkempt hair
Open wide to the truth of my despair
Pink plush gradients return to their place
Without you here I can see my face
I will never break I just get recreated
New palette gives me back
Confidence you complicated

~kb