As the golden orb drifts westward and the velvet dark settles upon life sprays of glowing sparks fly. The colors blinded by the flashing white of hours too long spent facing the fight makes a weary heart sigh, But the dazzling black and the vivid hues stained in the velour and glistening dew soothes the sour mind’s eye, Through silence, ...
I am struggling to stifle the overflowing thick, red blood back into my weary heart, I am straining to turn my fingertips into rock- willing them not to scribble another word in your name Because, my love, when I closed the door to hinder your apathetic glance, I meant it. I did not intend to be soft and aching this ...
Rose, luminous glowing shades of gold rays penetrating shimmering white arrows Misty drops of ecstasy sprayed puffs of glitter Readily gliding where the winds summon The angels glow silver halos hovering the heavens vibrant Reflecting golden gleam Pureness immaculate white drifting in bliss wisps of wonder Floating, floating in such rapturous oblivion Soft wisps of heaven Flashing bolts of ...
Missing an old soul who draped herself with apparel so new bright and costly and concealed her warmth under new shades of fondness much felt toward mere strangers That fountain of love, now a dying puddle at her feet The steel fetters of bondage thinned into strings, loose thread Aching for the halcyon dawns a togetherness much longed for I’m ...
Chaos Troughs and crests Blurred musing Wretched intentions Parting of clouded thoughts light pouring through Fresh blood stains on sun-ray skin Sealed gates hindering the flames of hell Scorched now then again Scalding wax on purple bruises Swallowed fistfuls of bitter cure A flickering light bulb the room is dark again And the breath continues to wheeze the heart thudding, ...
I dip my face in the music and it’s cool and soothing against my skin, it quenches my thirst and soars my soul in midair where the wisps of nothingness feels so weightless and easy. Every breath I draw feels light and delicious. These moments, when life feels worth it, it’s too easy to lose yourself in this addictive delusion. 8:55 p.m. 6.10.2015
This lightening and thunder the downpour shooting liquid arrows the ground is torn, bleeding lightening strikes, swallowing shadows Knee deep in the silver mirage darkness vomiting memories Infected thoughts sting like hornets crawling helpless, searching for remedies A moon that hid behind too many eclipses and a soul that willingly choked its own breath Words blaze like matchsticks burning the ...
The burning flames are within us turning our insides into ashes not killing us altogether, but rotting us inch by inch The pain we hold inside it expands like a decaying universe until we explode into a million particles but not physically, to shatter physically would mean an end but to decease invisibly, just enough to feel the dull, heavy ...
The skin on my shoulders turning blue, heavy, spreading A scream is gnawing inside me pressuring against my frame from the inside Bad memories hang from the ceiling like enormous cobwebs grey, dangling – this house is haunted. Apathy, misery and death blending together inside my brain like black paint thick, sloshing, staining I’m a walking grave and they force ...
I feel like a pair of blue butterfly wings fragile the pigment scattering at the slightest flutter the skin tearing at the slightest touch I feel like a thin windowpane transparent breakable I feel like I’m looking out through that thin windowpane looking at nothing, staring into space with dead eyes woe tangled in my eyelashes like a thousand constellations a crescent scar ...
I’m a cat, I’m a bruise, I’m melancholy, I’m darkness, I’m a complaint, I’m emptiness, I’m the thoughts that tattoo death on my cerebrum, I’m the slayer of time, I’m the decaying, I’m flesh, I’m bone, I’m a grudge, I’m a caged raven, I’m unrequited love, I’m the mildewed youth, I’m an unrealized dream, I’m the lost hope, I’m a ...
I feel like a metallic blue river being penetrated by the golden arrows of the setting sun I feel the glimmering warmth against my cold blue velvet and I take it in, I take it in I’m flowing toward the void and I’m about to take the free fall but before I scatter and ricochet into nothingness, warm me now, ...
I press my thumb to the base of my neck that hollow, nestled between your collarbones like the valleys of a golden brown desert where the winds flow like whispers -almost palpable And it throbs. This silent ghost, humming a tune to herself I feel life, pulsing against my coarse thumb And I wonder Of days lost in between consciousness ...
I wish I could say “We could’ve been so much more” But darling, no, this is all we could ever be- awkward, artificial and desperate. I wept a purple sea when you wrecked me but here you are again, demanding to be felt but my heart is cold and numb and does not beat for you anymore. Yet, you creep ...
I am such a transient light drawing fragile moths with torn, damaged wings Doors closing, footsteps fading I’m alone in the tunnel It’s dark but my eyes are well adjusted I glow alone, this flickering light casting ghostly shadows on the stone walls that surround me, breathing oxygen into bruised lungs I desire to burn until it’s time to burn ...
These torrid hours, the hands of the clock ticking as if pricking your eyeballs with needles Tick-tock, tick-tock and blink. Tearing eyes, yawning mouths decayed breath stirring the chaos Futility clinging to your bones like melting flesh like rags -torn, discolored, reeking. It clings to your bones like cellar spiders weaving webs, nestled into your joints and they creak. The ...
When, as a little child, you found that your dearly saved sea shells had gone missing or when you just had to give up chasing that yellow butterfly when it seemed like you could never catch it. Or when you watched your Dad light fireworks and how thrilled you were to watch the wheels send sparks flying, but they always ...
