Frayed
Seized at the seams
and unraveled;
visceral screams
echo for miles…
My crimson thread:
exhausted at last.
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Singing in the rain
A month spent
playing around and
really enjoying the
intricacies of
language.
Essence
Flesh, gripping to alabaster bone,
blood, pumping to the metronome,
heart, the will that is our guide
soul, the truth that lies inside.
Fluidity
Churning river water,
heavy with white foam,
overflowing past its limits,
perhaps as encouragement.
Terminal
Dirty little things/
inside me/
scratching at my belly/
eating my guts/
and soon – very soon – they’ll/
seep into my heart, brain, lungs/
enter my core and I’ll
die, shitting myself soon after.
Tryst
Silent fingers reaching,
eyes are all ablaze –
crowds are no deterrent;
read the answer in my
eyes to the question
that you don’t need to ask.
I should pray more
Of all the people I’ve
Met, loved, and managed to
Fuck up a relationship with –
Girl, you are the one I regret the most.
Productive thinking
A casual remark
pulls at my frame of mind
and lifts me up to heaven
or torments me in hell with
ranges of negative emotions.
Golden
Sometimes,
I just have to
lean back and
enjoy life’s
numerous sources of
constant
entertainment.
Bonne nuit
Sweet as a cloudy sky,
dreams that go drifting by,
beautiful scenes before my eye.
A (wise) man of two faces 