"symbiote" poems
* *In love with Gwen Stacy
When in stasis* *
Cannot let go of the old neighborhood charm until?
*In love with Mary Jane
When the mind takes off* *
Now, I become the hero Spiderman yet a problem?
* *She leaves, no Mary Jane
And the symbiote, VENOM* *
Comes along in angry mind of the hero spurned?
* *Stuck in webs
anger as Man
Hero no words* *
Comes along in angry mind of the hero spurned?
* *I want to do something widcha'
something makes her mad
I want to do something widcha'
something makes him Mad.* *
* *I want to do something widcha'
some thing? ** *
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Squalid off-white cube
fluorescent buzzing hue
water stained tiles
tribulation from digital files
dilapidated symbiote
invisible hungry parasite
optimism capsized in the abyss
tedium tongue french kiss
five hours a month
forest bathing in the sun
a cure they say
nature is a gateway
shambling down trails
languid gait sails
fractal patterns surround
tweets in background
head starts to clear
wondrous frontier
five hours a month
soaking in the sun
not enough time
to melt away grime
five hours a week
leaves a happier physique
summer sea breeze
rolling over unease
basking in the heat
leaving is so so bittersweet
return to human farm
pray for fire alarm
nature is a gateway
natures my getaway
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Tile floors.
Blood in the creases.
Plywood boards.
Arterial releases
I nail you to the ground,
This soul in you.
Phantom ghost of specter.
I will never leave you.
I will eat what you ****
And be your skin.
Parasitic symbiote of prosthetics,
Entangled by bailing wire to every bone,
Our union refines combine tarsals.
I am you like the liquor,
Like Jesus' nails.
We rob stores,
Skip stones,
In the alley.
Mirror eyes mark your stretch marks.
Deep scratches of size.
Your iris is mine.
Becoming you is my charge.
In your innards I gorge.
Metastasize.
I want to feast on your skin.
Eat your flesh till your thin.
In the raw.
Exploit all your ****
I want to haunt your house and lick your thighs when you sleep.
Press through your skin.
Bend it out with my lips.
This last invasion will curse you for life.
I'm a cancer forever.
Hiding in your basement.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
The two,
Divested.
The two divested,
the darkness melting away every imperfection.
every imperfection:
every stray hair
small blemish
scars
protruding bones
and fat.
Legs too skinny and hairy
to be enjoyed in the light.
Love-
a nocturnal creature that prospers most in the dark
Thriving on your pining .
The nocturnal creature known as love
enveloping the two.
Love,
and through love,
each creature-
the two and love,
all becoming a symbiote
and a parasite.
The darkness-
a creature of it's own kind.
The darkness
melting the day away
melting the imperfections away
the light
escaping into the moon
shifting every shadow
and enveloping the three.
The two,
Love,
the darkness.
The two love the darkness.
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC
As the stench of the final bones burning drifts downward and into the soil
The halo of ash intertwines with the light
A shroud 'cross the heavens
Man's kindom denied
At last freed of the symbiote
Their teeth torn from the veins
Peace and monolithic emptyness
Whilst carcasses sink to their graves
Nourishment for the new growth to devour
Debts paid in death and in full
Cracks in the bronze of the bull run deep
Smoke suffocates the ground
Roots choked by wisps and tendrils of what has been
Echoes of life drift into nothing
Dying breaths upon the wind
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
Look down this street
With only a handful of houses
And my eyes land on 2880
It's a weird number considering
There aren't that many feet
On the street. Oh how my
Feet loved that street.
But weird is apt; we had
A weird love like a praying mantis.
Only I'm unsure who fed on whom.
We fed each other.
With lies and love we gorged ourselves
And then came back for more.
I ate you every night,
But never really got full.
Parasite or symbiote: it's a fine line.
Fine was good for a while
Like ramen in college
You got me through.
Your dogs were my dessert
And I spooned you all the
Sweetness I could muster.
But it was still under-saturated
I'm sure. 2880 made me
Mrs. Child feeding you my love.
But we both share dissordered eating.
Wanting more than we'll take or give
A car ride with only a hand held.
I guess going back for seconds was a bad idea
But I really loved the buffet.
You're moving on, and staying put when
I can't stand still except to sit
Outside 2880 is where I tell myself
I'll quit going back for more.
Guilty glutton; it's what I am.
I don't know when to stop.
I can't forget 2880.
I don't know how to end
Anything that I begin
Turns into a run-on when I run in.
Cold turkey is the way to go
Grandma did it, but she had more
To lose more to love and less
Time to love it.
I was broken before 2880,
And managed to fix myself
While breaking your house
That I love. It's how
I do: break when enter.
Small bites are easier to swallow.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
The synergistic symbiote
Whom dwells deep upon my breast
Hides secrets within the locked chest.
Tethered heart strings play a familiar note.
Tightly wound, eroding away
Confusion gives rise, memories wash over
Dr Jekyll, Mr. Hyde struggling to be sober
Detoxing lies I told myself were okay.
Beg for the truth before you leave
The lump in my throat budges, failing
In my head is one story, railing
Away to free, a goal I won't achieve.
Two kindred spirits struggle, power
The true motivator, the opressor killing
Dreams to express brokeness chilling
My spine as we debate and you turn sour.
Friends one moment, devils the here after
Souls once melded, fight for control
Where I am me, you look to patrol
Finding my weakness, self claimed master.
Words won't find a wandering ear
To which could understand, pain
Like this, losing all with nothing to gain
Supress these fears, in silence dear.
We write the words, we won't speak
Nightmares live through day dreams
Stalking the foolish, insane screams
Suffer this shell, shed yourself of the weak.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
The thoughts of suicide riddle my brain,
They're around all corners of every word I say.
Every thought I think or memory I look back,
The symbiote of suicide leaks out of every crack.
Writing and romanticising all my bad habits isn't smart,
But it's the sacrifice I make to make sacrificial art.
There's beauty in trapping myself in a box of sadness and doubt,
Walls made of paper; so maybe I can write myself out.
As unhealthy and sordid as it may be,
I find self-solitary to bring out the best in me.
As unstable and morbid as it may seem,
I find thoughts of suicide to bring out the best in me.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC