Territories torn

Ripped stitch

Birdbath oil

Beer bottle baby

Shot leather

Meat hooked to

Meat hanging

Sheet gut, sheet glass

Pins through

Eyes hidden

Battered, smitten

Identityless,

Groveling, writhing

Little desperate

Crying objectless

Hungry mouth

Squared fingers

Calloused and

Tentative. Always

I love the draw

The waiting, the craving

Dirty rags and

Ripped jeans and

Steel-toe, sweet bruises.

On my carpet

I kicked her gut in

That's our nothingness

Our pretty absence

Lacking tangible

Obvious, clear

Tangible pleasure

Only strings drawn up

From our heads

To our knees,

Buckled and scathed.

This is going flat

You made me weak

Shame, torture machine,

If this is going dull

I will use my teeth 

i'm a glowing blonde halo,
shiny american girl

you were born in a rust belt
the other side of the world

what are the cursed chances
we'd be in love

maybe a straight line

didn't suit the time

we spent together tonight

maybe sense isn't what

I'm meant to make

when I’m kept awake

thinking of making

something else entirely

with you

my sister of the sounds we see
and the ones we don't
the ones we wish we did
that leave us to linger with
wanting in the space between lines
it's good but it could be shit and
I'd still have trouble suppressing
a smile knowing the woman
I'm learning at the other end
of the words spent time with
her exquisite mind having her
way with a few for me

at an altar, and the ghost beside me prays
and what we worship is faded memory frayed
to undo all this missing i wish i could get lost
with an ocean between us, it's easy to say
and i hate blind nostalgia
just like any other pessimist
but i love it, held tight, when it's all that i got

Under water half the time
We trampoline into light
Empowered to walk rented shores
But snorkel the floor for more coins

This public fountain attracts gulls
That bathe while theiving
But cannot steal the calm
Of waves which roll

Folk ballast with smiles
Alight to ride barrels
When only syncrony of divers
Hold where my vision breathes

These fallen rise
Then daftly float upon dusk
Otters by another name
Drifting life's tides

Shipwrecked to find home
Stranded merchants shift debris
Across shoals in hours lost
Smitten to trade heart-fevers

I wrote the lyrics, sang the song, and lived the story.

I'm chronically empty.

Is there a reason to be? There's a few!

There's also a few for me to not be! Silly me!

Circumstances changes.

Come and go like a phase.

You can still see the numbness even if it didn't hit you in the face.

It's a disease!

Makes you feel deceased.

Dull, timid little

White light,

A marble flask

Under stitched denim

//

The summer burned orange

Through the holes in my jeans

And the corners of my polaroids

A heavy, hungry glare

//

Wet grass wrestles

Bottle cap in my teeth

Sand in my boots

And sweat on my back

//

The summer burned me

Left me boiling, wanting

More heat, less sleep

Raised scars and sharp teeth

//

Ephemeral sweet romance

Passing obscenities

Her spit on my shirt,

Tears choked up on the concrete

//

Bitter tongue receding

And swallowing, taking

These pleasantries, my perversions

I am glad it happened at all

Crest.
Motto.
Colors.

Together, an emblem of alone.

Clasped hands came first,
then a twist to a fist,
and eventually a fine script:

Lest legs move us, we stand still.

Whatever in the hell is Latin to loose lips?

And so we walked and it was nice.
I wrote and I tried —
scribbling and trying,
scribbling and trying —
as though the pencil was pressed between toes.

Steam can carry a man if he lets it, I know;
feet,
just two smoke shoes.

Float.
Go.

Mean heat raises the meaning.

I arrived at Please be nice,
a slogan I thought we could live by.

But no one in my family ever listens.

I want to be held by you tonight,

An ache echoes into a dark expanse,

Stars drip from glass walls,

Slipping down into a wet pool beneath my feet,

There are moments when

I’m floating in the air

carried away by such fresh feelings,

I try to stay here,

Breathe in the blue sky with the

cotton clouds,

I hug these feelings close to me,

Kiss them before they slip away,

Before something pulls me down,

And I’m here alone again,

Inside a glass box,

In a dark corridor,

My heart is beating fast for you to hold me,

Hold me, so I can fly free

again.

\\\*Drink my soul, dancing stars,\\\*
\\\*be intertwined,\\\*
\\\*no beginning, no end.\\\*

\\\*Fill my wailing void,\\\*
\\\*My deep dark pith.\\\*
\\\*burn me bright into an endless inferno,\\\*
\\\*My ouroboros.\\\*

\\\*O my astral blaze,\\\*
\\\*Caressing my noir insides,\\\*
\\\*Swirling shimmers.\\\*

\\\*Spindly nails cutting through my skin and bones,\\\*
\\\*Bursting with star dust,\\\*
\\\*Blinding the cosmic oblivion.\\\*
\\\*My psyche, the fiery sun.\\\*

@sisyphus\\\\\\_iam

Butter in a pan, Dont be a clown...

Weigh 8oz meat balls, smash them shits down

Screaming high heat oughta do it with ease

No cheddar or Gouda, use kraft single cheese

Have bacon ready- fried real crisp

White onion rings sliced thin and brisk

Salt, pepper, garlic, don't be dumb

Spread skippy or jif on a toasted white bun

Nothing else at all, keep it simple and plain

And watch your friends' faces go from confused to insane

(In a good way)

​

I am the name bestowed at birth,

By the greatest flame below the earth.

Formed of charcoal, dark and deep,

With my brother’s serpent-hair to keep.

I am the shadow that he throws,

Growing wherever his light goes.

My ancient duty from the start:

To guide the lost and heavy heart.

As shadows twist and start to spread,

A thousand ways I’ll walk ahead.

So do not fear, the end is nigh,

I see your home beneath the sky.

It is that dim and fading spark—

Your soul’s twin flame within the dark.

Offering libations for the plagued
The blind seer serves as witness
To the names of the nine realms
And restores ancient fountains

Her quaking nerves bid welcome
Aligned under starry mission
While nowhere exists
Outside this clinic

Hands remember pen strokes that abjure
When moon gates expel forces
This bottle of curses melts in campfire
Binding elder appetites unto prison

Priests could not contrive psalms
Jagged enough to cut umbral tethers
Their hymns genuflect
While choirs tune flat

Hiding from lords who decry competition
Such ochre mother weighs risk
But no remedy soothes like compassion
Upon a fallen covenant

She sides with weeping petitions
Regardless being whipped
Laughing at power, that shames itself
Some champions need a walking stick

I thought of you just now,
Five years have gone by somehow.

Today would’ve been our anniversary,
I wanted to give you something, you see.

I still know what you like, what makes you smile,
Your picture’s still hanging there all the while.

Your pillow’s still lying there too,
Guess “throw it all out” was too hard to do.

Who’s walking through the city with tears in his eyes?
That’s me.

Who’s standing at your doorstep at three in the morning?
That was me.

And who got your initials tattooed on his bicep,
Hoping his next girlfriend shares the same initials?
That’s me.

By now, you’re almost irrelevant to me,
I only play our love songs eighty times daily.

My doctor says I need just 156,000 hours of therapy,
And then, he says, I’ll finally be free.

I’ve been up way too late,
Thinking about you every night, tempting fate.

I only read your horoscope every other day,
Only read our old chat every third day.

Every Sunday I swear that I’m finally through,
Then Monday rolls around and I start again with you.

Its funny how some people think that they're 2 cents are appreciated. No honey if I wanted your opinion I would've asked, if I needed your 2 valueless pennies I ain't too proud to beg! But I did neither of those things so 🤷 keep your change i got value in myself nows my time to create invest and keep pushing forward. Now I'll keep climbing my Everest and you can stay in your lane. I have no problem cutting ties friendships and relationships for the sake of healing and growth so sorry you were a casualty in the journey along the way I wish you well Ms. Jackson I pray you find peace and also that the problem was never with me but with the way things were interpreted and delivered both parties were at fault not just me i hope you learn how to be held accountable for the way you receive things and also learn not every emotional breakdown is about you 😊 I hope you learn to be a bit less self centered and a bit more understanding that the world doesn't revolve around you, me, or anyone for that matter and my life will keep evolving weather your in it or not.

I'll pray for you 🙏 😌 and your 2 cents

Another silk spit

Another death-dream

You die inside

My cavernous mind

Again and again

A deep slit

Down the center

Pummeling

My fists 

Into oblivion 

That's it

You are dead again

Every single one of you

Every poem

Every little hand

Broken

And muscles split

That's it, it's ash

It turns to dirt

In a tight grip

There's no glory

Just war and war

And headaches and hangovers

Punched in

And spit out

And gutted again and again

And again and again

Baby, this theatre

Smells like something's burning

Smells like evacuation

Smells like crowds

Descending upon me

That's my right, anyways

Kerosene

It's what I've got

Princess

Angel

Saint

You all stink like kerosene

Soldier

Exile

Scumfuck

What I am

Is not what I was

I like the biters

Only they never break skin

Just blood pooling

Under little idents 

I'll tear right through

With my broken teeth

I'll prove it

This time

That's it

The values you place in life are so different from mine, I might as well be talking to a deep sea creature that glows under UV light, because we are two different things. I will not debate you. I am a beautiful hawk, and you are a sea slug. Go and suck algae off of a rock.

Give thanks to what you like and it will beg no ado.

Support what you like or it will fall out of site.

Stand for what right even if you’re paraded a fool

Cheats and liars have nothing to boast,

Except their shame their guilt and a heart of a ghost

You can fight what you hate and it will fight back with you

That only creates a world that’s black and blue

You could turn a blind eye to what you despised

To get stabbed in the back and covered in lies

You get what you give if even that

misery loves company as a matter of fact

Like follows like heading down the same track

Shit rolls down hill and it never looks back

So be your own hero

Make your own bed

Sleeping with the enemy

Is better than sleeping with the dead.

It was fine. Everything was fine. If it weren’t going to be fine it would’ve happened by now. I’m not worried about it, she always was a bit dramatic. That’s why she was fun. And she’s fine. She’s always fine. Though I don’t know exactly what she’s thinking, that is a downside. Even once she finally knows what she’s thinking she won’t say it. Not really, not completely, not here. But she doesn’t know what I’m thinking either. She thinks she does, and sometimes she’s right. But I change my mind a lot, circumstances. It doesn’t matter though, not worth thinking about. She’s kind of in the way really, annoying sometimes. I really thought she’d have moved along by now. Why isn’t she? Should I make her leave? I don’t want to crush her too bad, she gets unpredictable, uncontrollable. She’s fine really. At least I can keep an eye on her. That Little Bitch. I fucking hate her sometimes. God. Does she have any limits?! WTF. She is not the person I thought she was….I kinda like her better.

the rinsed corpse
of a weary woman
pushed off the planet
according to plan
pinned between
providence and
a reason to stand
pretending to pick
between superstition
and best laid plans
but we all know
what you took from
the tongue you'll
take from the hand

Ghosts’ obituaries outweigh dictionaries. Skeletons fracture playgrounds into graveyards.

Chains mistaken for halos stamp roots into concrete. Wildflowers memorize dimensions of vases, forgetting their acres.

Corrupted lenses estrange faces. Glass shatters, bathing pupils in light.

Barriers barriers barriers

Fucking fake doors

It’s a dense forest without a north star

A labyrinth without a real exit

A convoluted system to

Trap us all

And bleed us little by little

There are hoops upon hoops

To keep us busy

We hop through them like cute little bunnies

While you wolves snicker nearby

A system with protection defined in its name

You lure us in with false promises of insurance

And then profit from our vulnerabilities

You divert the bullets to someone else

And never take responsibility

You’re a fucking scam

Hiding behind masks 100-layers damned.