Slow down Please, just stop Stop Stop Stop I’m not ready Don’t do that Don’t look at me I’m hideous now Thanks to you It happened so fast It’s been ten minutes Now ten years And now I’ve died Taking my secret to the grave
Tag: depression
Tragedy
I’m Batman she declared eyes aloft towards heaven she knew not what the night would offer crime? vengeance? nay, she dismantles the balcony in search of freedom the aching hole within her that was never filled no matter how much blood she consumed her stomach was empty and her heart burned in the reality that … Continue reading Tragedy
Totally (Not) Fine
the monotonous hum of mechanical fan cold air pricks bare skin illuminated by the grace of sunlight spiderling revealing, disease prohibiting sunlight there’s a cobweb to my right an old friend drops in to say hello only seven legs, unfortunately , and I wonder how he chooses to press on marvelous I take to the … Continue reading Totally (Not) Fine
Sweating
humidity gorges on the anxiety muscles lunge for the nearest bottle water, ice cold she reaches too, so bold now I’m frozen stiff it’s okay, she’ll leave just the others racing past as roadrunner in the desert I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m laughed at, I’m bold I see the future but dive deep in the … Continue reading Sweating
Her Fever Dream
eyes close flutter open in a wicked craze then close I am tired of living and why should I love again it is sent but not returned written and spoken but never kept inside lost in translation, there is no confirmation miserable silence and I wonder if I’m wasting my breath on someone who’s blind … Continue reading Her Fever Dream
Stop Putting Out, Give Out
When I stop putting out Will you stop coming back home My body’s more than a tunnel to him But to you, I’m simply a plate You eat your fill, then discard what you hate I hold my weight in my hands, am I ugly He adores my body, each shallow, every curve You hold … Continue reading Stop Putting Out, Give Out
If It Were
if it were physical I’d cut you off if it were mental I’d forget to remember you but I think this connection sees deeper than the tide of sun or the unluckiest tempest of the sea and though we’ve disagreed in levels of silence, decadent ignorance unpalatable by most conscious beings each time we found … Continue reading If It Were
To Do
Sit me down Close my eyes Let me sigh, let me die No Wait, don’t do that, just Tingle with my conscious Spark the ignition, then light it on fire Let me live and love, then hate myself For ever trying to be with you So sick of being so close, yet so far I’ll … Continue reading To Do
Don’t Call Me
Don’t call me strong; cracked glass eyes Shatter into a stream of blood Tears fill the creek where we swam There was a time long ago, before the shade And shallow, I’d listen to you talk Glide on the tips of maple The water, the water, always more crystal Tomorrow Love echoed through the trees … Continue reading Don’t Call Me
Loathing
They say I don’t have many friends Because I’m weird Too odd to be included with us And though outsiders hardly put up a fuss To find out the source of grotesque hate Every time someone tries to stand for truth They’re shoved a heaping pile of revenge And told to eat hastily from a … Continue reading Loathing