Drained bloodless shriveled blue veins jutting dead as nail my white meat Closing my jaws is too much effort and blinking feels like too heavy a task So I sit in the muted light gaping at a computer screen while a melancholic tune grew moss over my meat That’s what it feels like, anyway And if you were to cut me ...
A shelter for silver threads of woe an immense pool of healing where salt meets salt where fettered dejection is tossed into the wind — weary lungs gulping freedom, a vast body of squirming life where solace is embraced, a haven for those lost in land a miracle in liquid form with open arms to welcome weary souls back home ...
Lacerating flesh blood clots, veins pus bleeding crimson gore layer by layer skin, fat, muscle cutting deep, oozing stench swollen meat bruised black and blue cutting deep, oozing fluid layer by layer rust caked into gash Menacing shackles ’round my wrists not letting go, not letting go they’re my shackles adorning me dearly Keep me chained feed more pain I’m ...
Wolves that made their way out of the jungle One gob of flesh with separate limbs And it’s bleeding All panting wolves only some are a little madder brainwashed differently running astray All panting wolves biting at each other and the muscle is infected — a cancer with guns The mad consumed by the madder and repeat And it goes ...
Bliss seeping in to my veins blending with the poison taking over the gall cleansing the blood the crimson twining with the gold smoke that is bliss My heart awakens beats in passion the gold enclosing the throbbing walls the rust that covers them sizzling with contact My blood turning warmer The shivers of cold quietening Bliss pouring in to ...
“Morte” such immensity trapped in a brief word such depth, such beauty A fight fought alone to lose willingly, though hesitantly breath after labored breath only to give in, always give in a final puff of life eased, released Letting go, letting go closing lids to the glaring brightness slipping into forever soothing darkness “Morte” where every breath finds rest ...
As the earth turns away from a merciless sun and faces the ever comforting dark pool of sparkly bodies the veil of palpable blackness settles around my being enclosing me in a familiar high A familiar numbness spreading within me taming the raging fires, all my sharp-edged sorrows welcoming serenity – a sense of entirety, of release The darkness is cool balm ...
Stuffing capsules into my brain forcing light into my comforting darkness to slay the endearing phantom that haunts within for my eyes don’t reflect their definition of joy Stuffing capsules into my brain so my lips would bear their sickly sweet happiness My soul receiving doses of cure forcing one more happy day into a wretched lifelong story Stuffing capsules into ...
My irises, mirrors reflecting silver light Mercury running thickly in my veins, illuminating Diamonds clattering inside my heart with each low thud Emitting shine that penetrates through the silver walls sending showers of silver glitter My skin made of white opal the facets giving off rainbows- Shining I’m radiant savoring silver dust on my tongue breathing in shiny grey all ...
The black river flows despite all the sharp edges that tear her skin open bleeding from the flailing limbs healing paper-cuts and blossoming bruises The black river flows despite all the daggers that sink into her bosom reaching the core, piercing the muscle healing pinpricks and opening gashes The black river flows despite all the strains that break her bones ...
Open like the vast immensity of the sea baring hurricanes, abysses, monsters madness and chaos Weeping and twisting pouring depth out of eyes enclosing thunder and lightening into one fist Shooting destructive sprays of salt-water, consuming Open like the Universe A frail shape lying on the ground looking into the dark eternity eyes caught in the shimmering dots lighting the ...
I can physically feel the hollow between my arms that yearns to be filled, to hold him close. An infinity of emotions concealed floodgates secured, holding a hurricane of feelings sigh after unheaved sigh – locked up within inert lungs love, this scented foam clogging my heart making me suffocate. Eyes gazing at a shadow, a turned back -leaving unconcerned ...
There are people who give everything they’ve got on the first try -they drain everything out of themselves and into their loved one -they empty themselves, rip their skin apart, expose themselves -wide and bare. They open up like a rainstorm and pour every single detail, every single look, every single sigh, every single honeyed-word, every single gesture and every ...
“Breathing in the solid darkness digging two graves inside my eyes, Bound to a new moon spilling decay Kissing the softness of death giving life.” — Copyrights Senali Perera 2016 (5.6.2016 6:00 p.m.) Print: Joseph Sattler from Modern Dance of Death – 1894
Somber and gloomy. My mind right now. I smile and act cheerful, talk merrily to my folks and play happy. But on the inside, I’m not feeling quite that way. I like these feelings. Dark and hazy like looking through spider webs. These gloomy thoughts have always been there. They always are. The pills they feed me are not able ...
