“You’re a psychopath” First time I’ve heard that But I never thought I’d Hear it from you Wish you didn’t hate me Wish I could have said ‘Happy Birthday’ instead Of being struck silent By cynicism “You’re a psychopath” I will remember The way we locked eyes And the tone of your voice Makes meContinue reading “Natalie”
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Unlockjaw
Jaw locked Pops Can hear the Silt on the bone Grinding with Each movement
Closure
I shut the door on your foot When you left it open Honestly, I hope I broke a toe or two While I was at it I was never sorry But I know you will be As you limp into obscurity And don’t try to reach back Under the door’s narrow crack Because I’ll justContinue reading “Closure”
Damage
There was a time when I could strike My guitar and make it howl with pain As I intended and allowed it to talk Only when I had it in my hands And it growled when I held it Made a large meaty bark that echoed Far and wide to reach the ears Of thoseContinue reading “Damage”
Hurt
Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5; 1/30; ISO-400; 24mm
Brilliant Blinding
Sand in the eyes So majestic Glittering grains of quartz Stinging and scarring
New Blood
New Blood Remember when As I sit in A grizzled basement All the wounds Taken in On a new voyage A safari Some new scarring A needle and wire Like those of a Splatter mask Now in use to bind The ties of a wound On the flesh With metal mingling And comforting To letContinue reading “New Blood”
The Escapist (8/30/14)
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)
Comeback
Comeback Try again. Threaten me. You think you’ve got More guts than me? How many teeth do you Think you need? I could check if what Insults you’ve prepared Are backed by your Weak spine. I’ve seen your kind Before And I’ve got more Bite than all of you. Step back, Stand down, Or backContinue reading “Comeback”
Disposed
Disposed Ears ringing Sight spinning I don’t have To listen To your Shit On the ground Leaning against A column How many more Do I have to kill? ‘Snap out of it’ You yelled ‘Don’t hurt us’ They screamed How could I describe That way I can inspire Falling out Of that thing I onceContinue reading “Disposed”
