"sidearms" poems
Sink in delirium
we can sink down
into blue atmosphere
Take advice from old ways
bleed yourself
cause im dieing to meet you
It shifts sideways
amphetamine kicks in
Now they'll never find us
You covered all your tracks
drag the wounded to safety
rise past all the ranks
Subdued the sidearms
Everything else FLASHES
into and out of
like a concussion
Perpetual madness
can misinform the weak
but we all tried
to fill the cavity
It seems broken
humanity....once bustling
full of drive and vigor
Now wrecked and sluggish
So we'll sink further
go into the caves
and underneath your ashes
our bodies will rise
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
“Daddy! Help me!” those are the only words i can remember
As if an etch-a-sketch has been permanently ******* into my head,
I think it was december,
and the image of my father crying, face cold with hatred
has been painted into all visible spaces of my head.
I’m sure he baited.
Pressed against his hips were sidearms.
Something was leaning against my young head.
Leather arms
My father screamed and reached into the car.
I was choked from my toes to my neck to my head.
Tightening as if i were a jar,
A piercing shriek must have escaped my own frostbitten lip,
I must have been told not to worry my pretty little head,
Because they adjusted their grip.
Before it had begun, over was December.
As if it were a dream thought up by my own little head.
Something I still remember.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC