"killswitch" poems
Why waste your time talking, are you insane?
You're pushing real buttons when you could play.
Offer me a gun,
Offer me a blade,
Offer me an answer
Cemented firmly in old ways
Or I will crush you in insults with the language you would use to say,
"Expand"
Only one solution to such a simple problem.
Get what is rightly yours or just defeat or justly save.
Offer me the newest
best displayed gun
with the best gimmick
and I'll offer you several days
but once I hear the pleas with common language and you choose to say,
"Expand"
I have no choice but to crush you into the dirt from whence you came!
So say it. Say what you will. I need to use this answer I obtain.
There are those whose ideas work to change the normative horror
but they're working beyond the confines and outside exposure
necessary to ever, ever, realistically begin the revolution leading
to the evolution necessary for our medium to truly newly thrive
and sure it will survive, you're right about that, but I myself
would like to see a future where when given ultimate control
of a problematic situation, I'm not standing on a platform
made of mechanics that come from a singular origin and only
give me a killswitch, saying, "In which way would you like
to end more lives", and though it's a nice enough reprieve
don't get me wrong, I'd rather have an expansive platform
to stand on where I might be given a multitude of options
that may possibly end in my choosing not to become a
soldier.
Get back.
Rescue.
Retrieve.
Destroy.
Revenge.
Are we lost to the tropes which provide the most money for instant growth
that knowingly keep us from ever, ever truly growing and expanding?
Will this be forever the list we're left to roam?
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
I have a killswitch in me
You could call it a failsafe
It happens when you look at me
And tell me that you feel safe
Quickest way to make a coward run
Just tell em that you're counting on em
Everything about love frightens me
Bubbling up the sickening flight in me
Tunnel vision always looking towards the end
Believing even one false move could break me so I don’t even bend
One foot out the door but still pretending I might stay
Set up the pieces I claim the winnings before you even start to play
Roll the dice thinking gotcha now I’ll hide the aces up my sleeve
I lift my tongue and tip my hat make it so **** easy to believe
Knew love was just an innocent still I tossed it to its jail
Locked up my feelings for the life of me I won’t ever post the bail
You think I’m what you want see me glitter think I’m gold
Spray paint my lies with pretty colors fake my warmth to hide what’s cold
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Wine at my lips I listen to KillSwitch.
My curse was your song to me.
I blare it so **** loud my ears begin to bleed.
The lyrics circle me.
They lift me off this ***** floor.
Bringing me back to our memories.
Back to where our hands bared that wedding band. Back to a home of intoxicating kisses and a passion others only dreamed of.
Back down to where I felt at home...
God **** it,
Why did I have to listen to this song.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
A is for Abby, who has a creepy stalker
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, they can **** too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff The Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to it's name
O is for On The Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a room with a cursed tv spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slenderman, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Laptop, beware of what's inside
V is for Vitreous, in your eyes they reside
W is for Widemouth, with whom you should not play
X is for XoRaX, an illness that leaves children fey
Y is for YouTube, where Chanel666 does crawl
Z is for Zalgo, he who waits behind the wall.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
this here
is written
in millipede strobe.
you mirror
the one you
love.
it is when her hands reach
for unresponsive things
that yours too,
quavering, unknowing of the expanse
of things that seemingly draw close
in killswitch pace
that you find yourselves
dissipating swiftly like
snow tumbled across waiting tapestries.
it is when her feet go without
saying that there is a
clandestine traverse of unspoken
truths and disrupted images,
that your find yourself waxing,
beaten away from the track of
the force that beats us back
to glass.
look at us - with eyes in the
doldrum of things that mean
everything, like how breathing
is default in trial, like how derby
is expendable in the flurry
of indefatigable trying,
like how i slowly,
naked and dripping,
kiss you through waters redundant
in its resounding call.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC