"globulous" poems
heres to another night spent writhing about in bed
like a serpent in the vast cosmic ocean bearing its fangs at each tiny source of light
a plethora of thoughts come to mind right when the head hits the soft stack of pillows
the trees and the leaves rustle as if sandpaper being scraped against a human face
and it leaves behind a deep unhealing **** that will last till the end of each sleepless night
be healed by the time the head leaves its nightly resting place to go out and take on the world
and the wait for the endless repetitive cycle to begin will begin once again
trudging through miles of globulous bile will again have the same lasting effect
as that of half eaten railway platforms and ground up browser tabs
elongated letters as they appear on the windowed capillaries of one's ignited violin
repossessed keyboards that belonged to aspiring writers who could never fill a page
with words that failed to even capture the imagination of the wittiest troll by the bridge
more words will flow through the sphincters present in half alive lighters
it seems this one needs to rhyme, so raise one to the brave baby fighters
streamlined thoughts finally arise as the mind clears up a little
here's another rhyme, this one might come off as a bit brittle
henceforth thoughts shall be placed with greater precision
there are ants residing in the laptop; sleeping with the laptop, a great decision
back into the depths of insanity shall we delve again
sleeping with a colony of ants equals terrible, piercing pain
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
Thoughts drip from my mind as
globulous glassy fluids of emotion.
The curtains drawn,
the veil of love lifted and
bare truths litter the ground
at my feet.
Starry dreamlike flickers
each turned into glaring suns of acceptance;
the loss confounds me.
Amoebas shifting, pushing.
Meniscus pulls back each rush of liquid mess
my heart squeezes through new eyes
in its feeble attempt to fill the void
so glaringly obvious now
with something, anything.
Swallowed whole,
All sense of knowing lost.
The fabric of my undestanding
torn from under me.
As I fall
Betrayal nudges the corners of realisation
but its too loud an echo to make sense of.
Not ready yet.
As the liquid marbles
load up and fire their last
passionate pleas for compassion
the reality knocks intently
I push to keep it out
A long and useless fight.
Amoeba of pain Takes me over.
Senseless,
nothing left to try.
I brace;
waiting for the tears to run dry...
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
I am a gluttony glute
A globulous festering
Chute
A billowing bellowing
Blorp
A sniferous sneferous
Snort
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC