We stare at each-other Myself and I A stream of fresh air motes drifting in rhythm with our breath separating us We’re reflections glassy stare, troubled brow the same bruised temple -pulsing Gazing, gazing into each other’s eyes absorbed into the same vortex through the lifeless pupils Myself and I My voice murmuring rapidly talking to Myself A conversation that ...
A fire within these chambers burning the fragile walls Scars, bruises and blisters Melting flesh, gushing blood Pus Roasting, sizzling My chest cavity -a glowing menace An occasional stream of fresh air fanning the flames- quenching at some places, rekindling at the others Turning this throbbing lump of life into dead meat. It’s never over. A fire within my skull my thoughts ...
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 ...
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 ...
You breathe inside of me like flowers blooming, like sleeping embers in the furnace of my heart heaving restless sparks in startling fever dreams. My bleeding feet have walked miles into myself and away from your entrapping embrace My soul has broken your spell averting my eyes from your gaze My silver armor is crumbling against blood soaked reveries I feel ...
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 ...
“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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Every second feels like a leap of a giant whole and overwhelming I breathe in the void and exhale racing heartbeats My eyes – swimming black moons in white skies eclipsing my thoughts, wide and alive The material surrounding me envelopes me into a sphere of realness, of inert presence I’m inhaling the moment – it feels palpable The ...
I closed my eyes and turned to the sun. A million arteries stretching, straining Red blotches expanding I feel as if I’m hovering beneath the surface of a crimson sea -floating Red and orange Blood and light -piercing Fire against my eyeballs A maze of vessels Red, all red consuming me. Splashes of fire against pulsing blood setting it on ...
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 ...
“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
I’ve been staring at a wall, wishing it would stare back. The wall crumbled, and I can finally see that it’s the void that is gazing into my weary eyes.
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 ...
