Tag Archives: feelings

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


1/2

If I can walk, I’m only half breathing

If I can shout, I’m only half crying

If I can, then I’m only half dying

he who does not know how to feel whole

can only feel in halves

measure feelings in halves

never feel whole heartedly, truly

he who feels in halves is always half smiling and half wondering…

that’s how it should be


who he is

tell a story

let me tell his story

his eyes grinned like black craters in the moon

his hands shone as he slid his palm against my face

forcing his lips along the lines of my body

shoving his tenacious tongue down my gullet

grunting and pounding


stillness

Sometimes I feel like my chest is deep in captivity

And my head is the only thing keeping me there

Sullen scars with eyes that tell no story

self pity pain

Drowned by drunken thought

Feelings and words muddle

Gripping at my stomach

Ripping tendons into tenfold

Screaming summers of dead names

hollow sunken wound

deep left to fester

until pain is only a thought


i


heat

touch me 

feed me

hold my skin against yours

pursed lips against the black shadows of my eye

blank stares, soft stares locked eyes

face panned down, chin to chin, scraped smile

sultry grin

heart full of heat

wrapped, entwined, bound…


pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood