"noisserped" poems
"You can do this"- I tell myself
I gasp for breath,
I am amazed and dazed,
Let me rephrase-
"You can do this"- I lie to myself,
(Oh, what a compulsive liar I am.)
I rush to my desk,
And my hands wait to be knighted.
Take it, feel it- and run it
D o w n,
Your beautiful wrists,
What a shame of your personhood.
My desk has seen the unabashed,
People call me a ******
People call me a maze.
My mind sinks in turmoil,
And my hands seem like Calpurnia's dream,
It's terrifying.
But beautiful.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Not now, go away.
So dark, and today I'm actually enjoying myself.
Take your ugly mug elsewhere, I'm tired of that cloud you drag along.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
overwhelming dysphoria abducts me in ****** daylight
like a sophisticated killer
dauntless of phantoms near
certain they will be seized, not
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC