Thursday, July 27, 2017

vicious

vicious
held my hand
and broke all my fingers


vicious
stepped outside with me
ans crushed my favorite flowers

vicious
i fell asleep 
and you tore off the covers

vicious 
stapled my posters on my wall
and ripped them down

vicious
painted me a picture
and lit it on fire

vicious won't leave me alone

i wish i wasn't so vicious


Wednesday, June 28, 2017

CRAP

Hello. This is a public PSA, I have exactly no ideas. Thank you.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Dire Situations

I'm just here to establish a albi
because i was hoping for better days
but i guess it's just not in the cards tonight 

and my brain is in stage four of a dire situation
because i can't seem to wake up from myself 
but i can carry on my week 
just not very well

and i've talked and talked again
but nothing is really helping but i know i really don't like how i've been feeling 

i keep moving but can't seem to go anywhere 
and I'm blue on the inside and it's creeping to the outside 
And i'm happy when i'm mad and mad when i'm sad 

i just can't seem to get ahold of what's going on in my head 










Sunday, May 21, 2017

No place

I haven't posted anything at all this month, which is my fault of course but I haven't been able to write anything that I really like so here's just a little something half done.

Engulfed in reds and blues
twisted in perception and the jealousy of who knows who

the walls have eyes
and they don't like what they see

i've got crystals growing in my heart
and cobwebs in every corner of my body
taking up valuable space I really don't have

pieces that won't fit together anymore
and letters addressed to no one









Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Dedicated to you

I wrote you a word
with my favorite blue pen
three words actually but i didn't start counting 
until that word turned into a sentence 
and that sentence turned into a paragraph 
and that paragraph turned into a letter
and that letter turned into a short story
and that short story turned into a seven hundred page novel
that i dedicated to you 
but unfortunately 
it was written with your least favorite shade
of blue

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Same voice different place

Its a three way conversation in my head but I don't know who to listen to first


and I feel selfish for turning them off and on

                                                
But sometimes the rattling of these old bones gets annoying 
and ever since those cobwebs took up residency it gets pretty lonely


So I pick at the stitching on my sheets till the thread comes loose 
and I try to comfort myself in it but it's just string
wrapped around my finger like any other night


as strangers headlights bounce off the walls
painting shadows till they blend in
and I get tired of it


So I'll listen to the noise in my head for one more night 
and hope they come to an agreement 
       



Thursday, April 20, 2017

Another story

I was the undertakers paycheck this week 
I put the milk and eggs in his refrigerator 

my headstone was crafted by a strangers hand
With another Bukowski quote slapped on like an honor student bumper sticker

They picked out my coffin while I was away
In all honesty though, they picked the prettiest one
With crimson velvet and beautiful mahogany wood

Too bad I wouldn't know the difference between it and a cardboard box

They dug that hole
Not really caring if it was lopsided or exactly six feet deep 
Just as long as it would get the job done 

Then the preacher spoke the same words said at a funeral yesterday and the same ones he would say at another one tomorrow 

And lowered me to the ground 
Tousled and upheaved to hurry it up and tossed dirt on top of my casket to engulf that expensive wood

thank goodness it was over and I could leave