"Pascals preserve -"


It came with tamper proof *****
and heavenly holes
one way slats for
the blinkered souls
a promissory note
from the big "I AM"
there's eternal life

in my - Godly jam !!

I feel the weight on my ribs
As they crack one by one
Each more painful than the previous
Until the last one snaps, done
The pain travels fast
Signals straight down from my brain
But the feeling stops at my neck
Because the noose is much too strained
Oxygen levels decreasing
Left begging for my last breath
But there is no need for self-pity
When you're so friendly with death
Mentally broken and physically faltering
Whole body gone limp
Arterial blood ceases to flow
Because the veins started to crimp
Resting deathful on the cold floor
Pascals of pressure on my chest
Oh the places the mind can lead you
When you get murdered by stress

how easy it is to write a poem
of unrequited love
an ode to that insatiable hunger
that lives unwelcome in the pit of
my stomach
and slowly eats away at me
gnawing a black hole into that space
an emptiness i couldn't look at
its darkness burned brighter than
the eclipsed sun
who always called with the most
beautiful voice and promised that
if i simply stopped averting my eyes
i would most certainly become one with you
and i forsake my sight
to have your heat
your radiation from all parts of the spectrum
to burn my traitorous eyes right out of their sockets.

how different it is to write
of contentment and perhaps even
a love that i can reach out and touch
without having it sublimate each atom of my being
and reduce me to a radioactive ash
scattered to the wind.

it's a love that i can submerge myself in
it presses in all around and the
mega-Pascals of pressure simply reach
a placid equilibrium with my porous skin
i breathe it in and my lungs
somehow learn to pull the oxygen from
the molecules of liquid desire and vitreous joy
and it fuels my body
infiltrating and inhabiting every cell
feeding my muscles as i
sensuously move my body
fluid as the frigid water around me.

"Everyone's expecting so much of you"

Crumpling under the pressure I know not what to do

"You'll be the best, we all know it"

Sinking feelings form in my pit

"Come on that's your cue"

******* in breath I tap the stage with my shoe

"Sing girl, make them submit"

Opening my lungs my song fills the room, it is a tight fit

"What a lovely coo"

"You have got it girl, you really do"

"Amazing, just keep doing you"

They liked it?

"You are a gift, never quit"

Thank you, Thank you

For lifting my pascal, it is about time I flew

everyday starts at
273.16 Kelvin, 611 Pascals
my body still unsure what it wants to be
-no, scratch that-
still unsure what other people want it to be

1. with my parents
the temperature drops and the pressure rises
while they yellcriticizedemand
and suddenly i am ice
solidfrigidhard
stubborn as hell but ten thousand times colder

2. my best friend is the fire
sparking excitement in dark parts of my soul
and as we heat up together
i become free as air
the earth no longer able to keep me together
or hold me down

3. i am fluid around everyone else
freeform
shapeshifting until all they see is their own reflection staring back at them
intangible
slipping through hands like an eel that will shock anyone who gets close
and quietly destructive
slowly eroding the paperthin walls of their hearts and leaving behind nothing but canyons in my wake

solid liquid gas
common science says that it ends there
but you
you always remind me that there is a fourth state of matter
because when we touch it is like i can feel the electrons of negativity jumping off my skin
and when you kiss me
i could swear we are the plasma that the universe and stars are made of