Fat bullets stand aimed and ready To pierce holes in dissenting viewpoints Marching in a depressed state of silence And cut down by the hopeless rhetoric The core of humanity will become restless It will chime in chorus over rooftops And cough up the poisonous ideologies The phlegm made up of failed policies and The…
Sand falls from the sky Scouring the oxygen and Melting under the heat Of the far too bright sun The grit scrubs our faces Until we are sinewy Muscled skeletons Turning our bones Into prisms of glass One false step and we fall Covering the ground In colorful shards of Reflective mirrors Until the world…
Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
Her eyes flew open And black fear Sprang to life and jumped From her pupils Adrenaline pumped Fast and hard Into every breathing cell Supercharging them Killing some with demands Animating her still body Into a pliable marionette She threw off the covers Texted her boss an apology And high-tailed her arse Adrenaline still pumping…
. I could write a million words. Pick up my pen every single day. Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time. And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
Phantom steps… steps… steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…
She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time. The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection. Realization would come. But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows. Hordes…
I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…
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