Category Archives: Poetry

understand

you are restricted by your functioning mind

i’m restricted by my high functionality 

they think nothing is wrong

what is wrong is me

burnt 

broken

bled till i’m read

and you can tell me all the riddles that lie in my mind

because nothing is wrong with me?

you are restricted by your functioning mind

and I am restricted by the constraints you place upon me


hollow

I hate the world and it’s beasts

Where it reeks of hallow death

With bright pearl eyes

And blood red strangles

Where only the wise woman weeps


speechless

Dead thoughts in my head

paralyzed fingers obtaining my right to spill words

mouth sewn together halting the words parting from my lips

brain succumbed by terror and rage

all of it gone

not a thought

nor a feeling

left to spare


save me

tell a story

am I a trouble maker on my own
dying slowly waiting for someone to rescue me
do I deserve love or repent to wrap its weary arms around
the smiles of a stranger
the warm words of a lover
or the hole I keep digging
made for one

because who’s gonna come along to save me in the end


seams

I’m not going anywhere and tomorrow will just keep coming

I cry for a new taste in my heart

stop licking old wounds that irrigate so deep

falling so no one will catch me

it eats at me like ants submerging into my brain

fighting for a space and a thought of their own

waiting and burrowing

they all feel pain


exist

Flying for the doves I lost

swimming white in oceans red

deep the sea

blue waves crush over my body

my thighs jaunted

lips lighting shadows on your wrecked walls

quiet words instill secret silence


liar

You could be filthy,

ravaged,

desolate

but lets not pretend ever in despair


search

how long are you going to keep suffocating yourself?

let run your inspired mind

gasping for diseased streets

infected from a heart full of heat

this is just for you

waiting on inspiration

you think you are empty?

you have unsung holes

and false heroes

your hope has not run dry

your belief has not been crushed

you are alive

that sword across your chest can only dig deeper if you push it

is that the answer you seek?


letter

I had the chance to drown in your knowledge

I pulled away for reasons we will both never hear

I feel your smile as if its stained upon me.

My letter to you

you are not alone

I keep all the the voices in my head

we talk, I scream and they listen…reluctantly

a bit like you and me.

 

I’m still here to keep

I won’t be leaving anytime soon

but I can’t be yours as much as you were never mine.

I never cried as hard as you would have wanted, in fact i couldn’t cry at all

I just stared intensely at this page for months until I found a weapon.

 

My heart never shattered into pieces

I was never fragile enough for that, even if I wanted to be

I still beckon to be hurt by you

It would be easier to let go of our nothing we shared.


grit

Smile dirty smile

pungent ash breath

smoke it in and cough it out

he splutters to the ground

his eyes hoarse and gills ripped open

he holds on but I cut off his grip

his thighs tighten as he trawls himself up

looking at me with regret

anger

he spits at me and grinds his teeth

exhales again and inhales death