Is that what we wake up to every day?
Fast food and gas stations are forever stamped in the corners of my eyes as they are looking through the glass of minimum wage to the red flashing lights of a man hoping to get back to his children safely.
Is life is a pointed dagger then my blade is rusted and dull when I wonder why I even try some days.
Do I dare defend my pride and still demand something more than this? Is this a call for engines in the air or wings made of wax? Death would be more alive than waking up to another day of shampoo commercials and microwave dinners.
You are always whispering in my ear though dear and telling me that you're more than just a particle flown into my imagination from a world so oh very different than ours.
Are your eyes as bright as I imagine? Will the glare from them blind me from the tax collectors whip and will your laughter drown out the screams of onlookers who are throwing peanuts through the bars at my feet?
Will your kiss melt me and cause me to fall into wind like leaves in a storm, a tornado of color and beauty..?
I lay in bed and my eyes close tightly, my breathing slows and thoughts drip into pits men drown themselves in, the murky waters of nihilistic cynicism...
Though my hand will still not be closed around yours when the sun rises, the whisper lets me know you are still awake and searching for me too...
harsher critique doled out on a Thursday
devoid of thought, donning
flimsy membranes of indifference
while rain-slicked pavement
shroud a multitude of transgressions,
and unseeing onlookers absorb
only the merest visual of
yellow brick, gone as a dream
in the winds of fleeting youth
and red brick, stilted upon vast acres
compounding with visceral wisdom
of a stain that was never allowed
As if cradled by a soft psithurism
then abruptly tossed into oblivion,
familiar leaves are cast from the oak -
frail corpses settling into the earth,
spirits ascending into the mist
Beyond the lonely trees
shrinking with the setting sun,
the little red farmhouse awaits
deserted now, the holding place
for breaths and sorrows
And still I can hear the ringing voices
from within these walls, echoing-
dissatisfied ghosts from my past,
desperate to overturn this unhappy fate
yet solemnly chasing the brontide
gracing me with neither word
nor final glance
a white hand on a red curtain
reaches for answers hidden in
rat-infested corporeal tunnels
distant footsteps, heavy
in the forested fog -
cementing this forlorn path
while lovers ignite and part ways
turn around once more
and you’ll see them
trembling bits of stardust
settling on this clearing
the stench of red
quickly making itself known
as all you despise is revealed
Smoke rises across the plains -
an acrimonious dry whisper
of the flames that once coursed through
valleys all but forgotten
And the rains will come
drowning out the cries
of the mourning dove -
a last eulogy
to the voices last heard in the fire
and all that will remain
aside from charred stone
upon the man-made troughs
will be the red earth
as it was meant to be,
clinging to itself in a perpetual cycle
of self-fulfilling prophecy
High-school kisses came easy
In the morning on the bus
Next to his red locker
Ignoring the reprimands of teachers,
Who surely thought our embraces sweet.
And when we’d skip class
We’d spend the day intertwined in secret
Beneath his bed sheets on that futon mattress.
Then conversation spilled with fervor from our mouths,
Knowing we’d never run out of things to say.
And now, years later,
We have silent conversations
Like plants who know,
Through chemicals carried on the wind,
What their neighbors are thinking.
This morning when he kissed me,
I smelled a familiar fragrance
Between pricks of stubble on his cheek.
Beneath his soap
That smells of cloves,
Was a scent
Like easy love,
That reminded me of high-school kisses.
Save me from the
place inside of me that Loathes my
help, it is pulling me
Dragging me deeper into to this
full of everything i hate. like
you, and me.
i hate You more than anything on the face of this planet, well
except for me.
i hate me hate me more than a mother hates the murderer of Her
this Calamitous pit inside me
like a Rabbit's hole i can
Never escape, no matter how i
scratch at the sides until my
there is a lot of blood
in this place.
It's the poison inside of me, the reason
why i breathe in short, wispy breaths. It's got to be
the answer. i've got to get the poison
i dig and dig.
dig, dig, dig, dig
and not once do i cry
i dig and dig. deeper
the Hot Malicious wine of my pain flows all around me and the world turns grey as my head begins to spin. i hear You. i know how much You hate me.
LEAVE ME ALONE GOD DAMMIT
the only colour i see now is the deep red of a rose as i clench my hands tighter around the thorns and then
The sound of my own breath
shocks me. i lay at the bottom of the bottomless cistern inside of my soul.
the air in my lungs hissing, as i lay there broken. Vulnerable.
in a pool of my own sorrow, thick and dark. You have left me
You were the only one i let into this place
You pushed me down. You killed me
please Someone help before the rasp in my chest completely fades.