"fuz" poems
How much longer do you want me to wait?
When is being sad going to get easier?
You tell me it's only temporary,
And so is being underwater.
I am temporarily under the water,
And it will take only three minutes for me to drown.
Just like the sadness my life was "only temporary".
To save me from myself
Either me or myself had to die.
So here lies Fuz "the boy who drowned in sadness trying to save himself from himself"
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
The constant voices inside of his head;
they are determined to drown him.
I hope he hears my affection instead;
encouraging him to swim.
...
*They are alive but he is dead;
hope is a phantom limb.*
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Ripping paper tongued folded edges
Existing on the fringed heavily warped
Paranoia that has become my sanity
Where reality bleeds into itself like some ink spilt
On white walls leaking through cracks until there is nothing
Nothing but the sticky remnants of happy memories
Joyful music and the haunting echo of laughter
Staring back out the blank blind stare Friction
Static murmuring the fuzzy radio dial
Tuner sliding back and forth trying to connect the circuit but there is no wave length
Just the voided buzzing
The blipping of the lights behind the frame
Even your hands
Whom like a magnet seems to find the right channel
Some way to draw the breath back into the swinging classics
You bring the music back
But even you
My capitol Y
Could make the streaming black dotted fuz fade
Or the welling bend of hopeless panic
That locked inside my own hell recede
Calloused fingers in cascading waves of blonde
The touch of breath on stunted ear
Charlie Brown comfort croaking in shushed tones
Cut off
Equipment glitch like a seizure of the mind hemoraging the swelling force of tensed hands and screaming speech
Wishing to escape the madness
If I could, pray for peace
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC