"neurotoxins" poems
Leaves of a branch sway.
Onto the ground it falls.
Venom engulfs its veins.
Instinct tells it’s wrong.
Neurotoxins overflow.
Grounding my feet deep.
Intoxication wraps my throat.
Seizures follow through my soul.
Hope remains still.
Awaiting despair.
Roses bleeding out.
Death hastens.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
Last night you handed me glass to swallow,
shards to choke on, and I did.
I choked.
Blood immersed my lungs.
It flooded around my kidneys, my bladder, my colon,
brimming the muscular tendrils near my nerves.
Slivers knife the tissue enclosing
a once-pounding-for-you heart.
The soul I sold to you, for
you, is polluted beyond preservation.
It’s the extinct ***** in my body,
a hearth of life no longer there.
You yell at me for something I cannot help;
force me to ignore beliefs when I must deny.
I understand you see no room to budge.
I accept that it’s hard to grasp.
But if you call for me, I’ll run run run to you,
and I can’t help that I love you:
the way you coerce my body to throb
and pump blood through and through
though sometimes you clot it.
Your lips, magnetic, lure me near,
forcing an opening to suffocate
me as spidery limbs finger my veins
leaving traces of your web to tangle
me whole.
You’re my stonefish gliding
towards exposed skin, preparing
to attack with neurotoxins.
As ashamed am I
that only you are the antidote, too
even in great blue waves swallowing me
like I once did glass
in the end
I still sleep in your sweatshirt.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
We have no time to sit and wait,
Our incumbents already procrastinate.
What will it take for them to understand,
We can not act this way towards the land.
The skies cry polluted rain,
Those neurotoxins dance in my brain.
Our governments think they know whats best,
But how am I differentiated from the rest.
They do not know my personal needs,
My wants, my desires, my worldly dreams.
They are but that to infect decision,
To enter the brain with a quick incision.
Not to control, but to inform,
The world we live in is finding it hard to perform.
The things so many take for granted
have become a product of disenchantment.
Those that have noticed have started to yell,
To Rachel Carson's pen critics fell.
But to what end did it serve?
We want more than we healthily deserve.
With the end goal being money and power,
We have approached upon her final hour.
We have no time to sit and wait,
The problems tend to exacerbate.
What will it take to mitigate the masses?
While our governments feet are stuck in malaises.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
It's today again and where have I been
Out searching for tomorrow
I'd give up on my quest for gold
But I beg to be spared such sorrow...
What was the price
Of all the life I sacrificed
All the love I compromised
I am the one who never lied...
Tomorrows run away
From every new day
Living come outside to play
Neurotoxins transmit messages in my brain
Depression from which I cannot refrain
Yet somehow I remain quite sane
Out here caught in this pouring rain...
I dreamt about a desire so deep I cried
So beautiful and unattainable yet still I tried
I tried to hold on as long as I could
My words are so often misunderstood...
I look at my wrist, I have no scars
Never felt the need to crash my car
Or burn in hell before my time
Self-mutilation is not my crime...
Yet my moment of satisfaction subjective
Blackened by what I was formed to believe
Unable to meditate, I can only dream
My mind is a vacuum to the extreme...
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Venomous
As you poison me
Intoxication at best
Sickiningly sweet
Surprisingly sour
To differentiate between the two is impossible, drugged by your painfully soft
Lips that inject me with these
Salivating neurotoxins
Numbing mind, body, and soul
Penetrating deep layers of
Skin so comfortable as my form molds against yours
Feathery whispers surrounding my ear while
Kissing slowly, silently
In a sublime fashion as darkness forms to daylight, and daylight turns to midnight
Time means nothing here
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
subterranean churning earthworm squirming boil-stirring ear-whirring storm burning up from the tar pit,
stomach bile buried in a sealed jar under the cockpit,
spitting neurotoxins into the fountain
conjuring black magik,
pull the barbed wire reigns tight against the lips,
committed to resist
word ***** and rambling lists,
unproductive backwards shift of hips lifting a cargo ship,
unpack the steel cages in fits,
and spurts,
letting the seven headed dragon
sit with the lamb,
clamoring hands
grasp for closure tying double-dutch knots
into lovers' hosiery,
hit the nail on the back of the head and it will cough up
the mystery of adjoining heavy things,
slip into an old dress to learn how it no longer fits your wings,
skinny dip into your heart's dark potion sifting
out ingredients made unnecessary,
drift into the eye of hurricaning dreams and stare blindly
into the epicenter,
unravel skin curdling things
to disassemble and recenter.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Love is a disease
it starts with a carrier
unaffected by the pathogen
it knowingly spreads
Love is extremely contagious
so much as a single look
is often enough to infect
The carrier finds a victim
unaware of the danger
as eyes meet, hearts palpitate
spreading the venom quicker
Pheremones flood logic centers
neurotoxins inducing insanity
the jade wasp walks its prey
towards the regrettably chill flicks of net
That compel roaches to walk off cliffs
carrying flowers and chocolates
seeking a rainbow bridge of hope
finding no more than pretty-colored moisture
Nurturing parasitic demon babies that burst out of a scooped clean chest
a dine and dash leaving their guest
to pay the unsettled romance cheque
and the hotel room? left a wreck
Befouled by graffiti on room walls written
in what smells like Odin's *****
Roses come in more hues than red
Violets are violet not blue
There's more to romance than what's said
On some card conveying love to you
~
NM
2/19/17
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC