"dislocates" poems
my skeleton never liked me
very much. it cracks in unusual
places, ribcage poking out of its
skin prison, the frailty of it
breaking beneath the musical
whispers of the wind through hollow
spaces. i see
light bursting beneath the flash
of a camera and my skin
incinerates - do not look do not touch
do not look - and the charcoal in
my lungs is set on fire. i wake up
with ash beneath my tongue
far too often. my skin
despises me now that i have
bruises in places no one could
kiss better. there's this scar above
my right knee, which dislocates when
my life falls out of its socket, and it
reopens and blood pours from the
renewed wound too often. i think
i have a body that likes to believe it is dying.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
It's one of these feelings where I know if I could just hear your voice
a sweeter honey, smoothing out my rough edges
that I could settle these raging tides in my heart
long enough to sit still and just be.
And if I could just feel your touch for a moment
a softer satin, soothing my tattered spirit
I could actually spread wide my arms and
welcome another in.
Yet as I feel him sink his teeth in to the
vein leading directly from my heart to
my feet, I am stepping out from this
routine and reaching to the unknown.
because this fear dislocates the numb's hold
and although the thorns draw blood to the surface
it's almost comforting to know I can still bleed
because without your sweet whispers,
reminding me that there is beauty in the
breakdown, I am scared I will never resurface
as a refined portrait of the woman I started
and instead I will be proof that loving and
losing has it's sweeter revenge.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
A mind can burn
So white hot
That it bleaches the senses
And dislocates the soul
Did you know that?
And sleep can be terrifying
Because of haunting dreams
Dreams of huge steel wheels
With vicious toothed cogs
All waiting to catch and crush
As the dreamer slips and falls
Reality etches with acid
Ignoring hopes and plans
And the innocent shall scream
As the guilty creep away
Food turns to maggots
And drink turns to ****
And this is the intensity
Of madness
By Phil Roberts
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
A mind can burn
So white hot
That it bleaches the senses
And dislocates the soul
Did you know that?
And sleep can be terrifying
Because of haunting dreams
Dreams of huge steel wheels
With vicious toothed cogs
All waiting to catch and crush
As the dreamer slips and falls
Reality etches with acid
Ignoring hopes and plans
And the innocent shall scream
As the guilty creep away
Food turns to maggots
And drink turns to ****
And this is the intensity
Of madness
By Phil Roberts
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
A mind can burn
So white hot
That it bleaches the senses
And dislocates the soul
Did you know that?
And sleep can be terrifying
Because of haunting dreams
Dreams of huge steel wheels
With vicious toothed cogs
All waiting to catch and crush
As the dreamer slips and falls
Reality etches with acid
Ignoring hopes and plans
And the innocent shall scream
As the guilty creep away
Food turns to maggots
And drink turns to ****
And this is the intensity
Of madness
By Phil Roberts
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
and soon i'll stop missing you so badly
yesterday i forgot how often your shoulder dislocates
and the other day i finally changed my bed sheets
i'm washing my clothes for the first time since we broke up
i'm doing okay
until i'm not doing okay
it's taking all my willpower not to talk to you
because i miss you so badly
that every day when i get home i expect to find you curled up in my bed
but you're not
and we're not
but I still am.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC