break and believe
in faith i dismiss, tree
though i exit
begone, and more
hide, in front of fair
let fall the tasting of me
blind is your loving waste
i'll be giant and brief
callousing the freckle you beg
did she get some off of you
casually?
did my decrepit posture run in cinders?
i have know in lies spiteful choicing you
that exit is only for the snakes sanity
she swam to the sleep longing for the sky
be leafs and fluster the scalding day for weakness
sing naught only become weaker fanning lessons
tree tops creek as billowing shame of you next
of you next, none have to know
where you dismissed life
none will follow, all are gone
Categories:
callousing, dark, emo, eulogy, horror,
Form: Rhyme
inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.
uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling-
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy,
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.
soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.
bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.
Categories:
callousing, violence,
Form: Rhyme
In the chaos I was born, blue, cold, alone. the sickness of the air blistering my lungs with the stench of life. The infections rotting my flesh eating away the only thing I can call mine. Days of unfortunate chance, callousing and ripping away at my once bright soul. Through faith I lost everything and with despair I found fate. alone I began, alone I shall be, with hollow eyes watching behind smiles of lies. Once a little light began to fix and repair my broken chest only to blind me leaving me in eternal darkness again. Without sight I see the truth, again facing the wastelands I prepare for the inevitable to be alone and to escape again facing tomorrow praying it will be better than yesterday.
Categories:
callousing, abuse, dark,
Form: Free verse
there will be wine yet to drink,
there will be love yet to make,
and feet dipped into virgin ponds
to wash away callousing years,
seashells with openings like vulvas
into which we can lay our ears for
an ocean of music,
and white sand to doodle on with slow footsteps,
and beheaded coconuts giving
quenching clear blood to compete
with the red of wine,
there will be mornings yet to rouse
with long-carousing nights,
and nights to put to sleep with
bedtime stories of whispers or moans,
our tanned skin
the only blanket we need
there will be happy blindings by the sun,
there will be all the tomorrows
to forget
yet
Categories:
callousing, beach, dream, freedom, future,
Form: Free verse