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SCHEDAR Aug 2021
For now,
we will agree
to disagree..

But, as time
moves on
you may
become
unrecognizable
to me

An unfamilial territory
SCHEDAR Nov 2020
Chiseled mind
bound to synthetic joy
kiss the warden
Goodbye
Time to go play in your
Sandbox

Turn your back
on the gentle hands
that once carried you
to
chase the flaming
wings that
silence your tongue
within a casket
Your Decaying
VOICE-BOX

A magnificent
shelter for
your invitation
to death's door

Hear them shower you
with lies
taste their creamy
smiles and sweet skin

Inhale the breath
around the baby's tooth
with meandering nares
that swell from the
Spry Scent of Sin

Experience
the Vial
dance within your
effervescent blood

Your soul's
on a leash
waiting to be torn to shreds

Your mind
a balloon on a string🎈
waiting to POP

Your nerves
burrow beneath the
EARTH
surrounded by faults
Ready to CrACk

No!
There's no turning back
Now go play in your sandbox
and
Bury Your Toys
Hope and prayers for anyone feeling lonely.
You are not alone.
SCHEDAR Feb 2022
Wet snow
chilly bones
hot chocolate
with
marshmallows
SCHEDAR Apr 2022
Took out the
trash today...
With it,
went a
B I G
waste of time
SCHEDAR Dec 2020
I'm letting you
in
though you are the
sin
giving meaning
to
weak is my
flesh
the way the lonely
intermesh
SCHEDAR Jun 2021
She weaves worry
forming a fabric
that interlaces dread
a craft created by the
aberration of a single
vulnerable thread
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Think
from a
well of
words
and your
mind
will never
thirst
SCHEDAR Oct 2021
but,
out of my
hands

So thirsty
My dad is a poet
who can no
longer find his
words

Blessings for healing
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Closer and closer
the sky lowers
kissing my skin
crushing my opinions
into leaks
sending tears down
my cheeks
can't hear the cries
when a whisper
evaporates into lies

Unobserved
am I matter?
SCHEDAR Dec 2020
Thanking
every bit of
Nonsense
that
made no
Sense
but,
Perfect
Sense
don't know why things happen the way they do. Many, are just blessings in disguise.
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
I
embrace
all my
poles
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Pretty little wind-up doll
wound up in the wrong hands

Was going through the motions
for too long

Years of tinkering
with her gears

she springs out of control

Repairs include
conserving energy and
resting her joints to
revitalize connectivity

She will no longer
be entertaining in your
playpen

You broke her
SCHEDAR Feb 2021
VALENTINE,
your presence
made
the heaviness
of this
snowfall
so much
Iighter
SCHEDAR Apr 2021
fell hard for you
got hurt
got up
got 
                      
      
A     W     A      Y
SCHEDAR Nov 2021
Trapped in midnight
word mud madness
stuck in my head like
paint on canvas
untangling and wrestling
this vocab vine
tired, slurring sentences
like I'm drunk on wine
turn down the lights
try to get some sleep
brain won't shut off
it's in way too deep
SCHEDAR Jul 2021
Chased by thoughts
held captive by words
Written down
free as
birds
SCHEDAR Mar 2021
My throat
is
closing,
I'm
choking
on a
lie
SCHEDAR Apr 2021
Take my hand, empty head
trusted inkwell, drag me out of bed
Write me out of this blank stage
a dance of words, mark up the page
Teach me the steps, glide my pen,
from a closed position to scribe
once again
SCHEDAR Nov 2022
You struck like lightning
your rain embedded my skin
like pearls trapped in lace
my interior soaked you in
no ceilings, no doors
no gravity, no floors
just floating,
I became
yours
The spacial disorientation of love

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