I’ve been Flipping through My notebook Hoping that I’ll come across Cute notes you’ve Left behind for Me but blank pages Are all I Come across So forlorn So hopelessly
Activate a miserable Wednesday And wake up Thursday in the war room No longer quaking No longer puking No longer panicked No longer frantic A shadow in a man Waiting within Made of malediction And vindication Some kind of sinister Emotion wells inside Thursday in the war room I was wearing armor you made ForContinue reading “Id”
I don’t have a backbone Feels like it’s broken Because everything hurts Infrastructure Damaged beyond repair Potholes of despair Popping tires The only aid I seek Tonight is to fix My back And wander the bleak One two three four Keep your feet On the floor Five six seven eight Keep dancing and Don’t floatContinue reading “Get A Fix”
This was a thing I wrote when I had some time to think after some life-trauma, thinking about how to distract myself from the bad stuff. I think it ends on a pretty nice note, but god I’m so damn dramatic in my content sometimes. The Escapist (8/30/14)
Skullsplitter Falling down Onto a Linoleum floor, Can feel the Cold tile Reach through The scalp. Tough masonry Scrapes bone With no mercy. Ice crushes Through Warmth. Shocked Unconscious. Laid out Icy tile Holding, Lulling To sleep.
Catalogue The house is empty Of people But belongings And two dogs Needing to be Looked after In two stories Six seasons pass In a day The suburb is Fenced off From the backyard Time seems To stand still Inside The weather Hits the windows And rays and drops Wick away One of the dogsContinue reading “Catalogue”
Ladder Cage Dust in the wind Far below the surface At the ground level of a chasm With many stories We drop all the broken things here That we’ve made To give us the light to see Another place outside that’s full of All the grander things That we’ve made