"druxy" poems
hello 4am,
we meet again..
but do you have to be so rasping?
drowning in my thoughts,
they want me to give in..
im nazlanmak.
mono no aware
reminding me of my Erlebnisse.
am i lonely or in love?
which one is worse?
i am an enternitarian.
i help me to live another day,
so 4am you will not be the decider of my fate.
i am druxy, indeed..
but do you have to rub it in?
will we ever get along?
are you interested?
4am you are franching at my soul,
eating at my being
& i can never be of eunoia
.. because of you
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
i’m too heavy, too full
of venom and scorn
i wish i had a birds hollow bones
so i could fly above
the desolate and lovelorn
but instead i dig and
i dig and i dig and i dig
i sink into the core of the earth
and i melt into magma
to burn into ashes and return
back to where i was made
i am a hornet of an angel
with a silver knifepoint stinger
and rice paper wings
they flake and crumble
and cry and rumble
i am an insect of a woman
with grotesque snapping jaws
and two druxy hearts
staring into the window of
ephemeral eternal deflowering
so i die, i die, and i die again
my feathers are weighed
down with oil and rot
so i rip into myself
and chew on my loathing
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC
I'm whole on the outside - rotten from within.
All my dreams and thoughts are molding.
And the hole through my chest - lets the demons slumber in.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC