"mixmatched" poems
slowed breaths and an aching heart,
shrivelled tissues and torn sleeves,
suddenly don't seem to exist,
suddenly don't seem to matter anymore.
because you've reached that moment when the world just explodes,
when you can't contain your emotions a second longer,
when everything you've ever wanted to say comes spiraling out in a jumble
of mixmatched words pocketed from years of love, hate, isolation and determination.
when you feel uncontrollable,
in a good way,
when you feel reckless,
but powerful,
when you feel so incompetent,
but on top of the world.
everything that's ever ended on a low note has been tuned up so that high voices and beautiful noise is all that you'll ever speak or hear again.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Broken and
dismembered,
You're in pieces
bleeding to death
on the lounge room floor.
This place is a mess
and you've become
the worst of the best.
Welcome to a
hell drenched home
where you'll bleed
'til you're empty
and rot to death.
With pretty scars
and stolen fame.
These crows
they feast on
your eyes but
you can still
see torture.
This is so fair.
Mixmatched and in flames.
Keep the pain.
Keep the pain.
Hide the glitter
Swallow the shame.
swim through eyes
but close your mouth
don't eat the vile
grey brain.
Smell the dead roses,
dear.
They smell almost
as sweet as you
and the death touch
you harbour.
Spread your torn
angel wings, set them alight
and fly, baby, fly.
Spin through falling clouds
as we cleanse the world
of you.
We'll welcome you back one day,
until then,
who the **** are you?
Choke on every
dream you ever
thought was real.
Claw at every
lie you ever
thought was true.
Wash your hands
clean of yourself.
Become pure again
in all your impurities.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Sharpen your ******* teeth
and bite.
Who the **** are you again?
Spread the disease
of putrid impurities.
Spread the disease of you.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 6:28 AM UTC
Deep breath and an aching heart,
shrivelled tissues and torn sleeves,
suddenly don't seem to exist,
suddenly don't seem to matter anymore.
because you've reached that moment when the world just explodes,
when you can't contain your emotions a second longer,
when everything you've ever wanted to say comes spiraling out in a jumble
of mixmatched words pocketed from years of love, hate, isolation and determination.
when you feel uncontrollable,
in a good way,
when you feel reckless,
but powerful,
when you feel so incompetent,
but on top of the world.
everything that's ever ended on a low note has been tuned up so that high voices and beautiful noise is all that you'll ever speak or hear again.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC