Monthly Archives: August 2017

Superfluous

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Often I wonder
Is it fair?
For me to care
So much
While I discern
So little
In return
The promises
I’m keeping
And affection
I’m seeking
Is it worth it?
Although
I know
I deserve it
My senses
Senselessly sensing
Sentiments
Through
Barred fences
With holes
And dents
The cracking sun
Broken rays
Too blurry
Numb from
The haze
Persist, persist
A difficult task
But I must
Insist
Go on,
Exist.

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Post-Midnight Rituals

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The scars on my wrist
Show battles that I’ve lost
The agony that I’ve suffered
Paying the highest cost

Trading my inner peace
For something quite insane
A demon I can’t control
All that struggle in vain

When I lie on my empty bed
With darkness as my blanket
I let myself drown again
With anchors as my anklet

A downward spiral deeper
With every passing breath
Another endless black hole
Another night to forget

Millennial

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Nitpicking tiny flaws
Like freckles on my chin
An unfaltering pause
Just before I begin

When I begin to count
The imperfections in me
I lose track of time
With satire all ready

I flip the frame to see
The other side of the picture
But my tainted glasses cause
My perception to be fractured

I push myself around
Between self love and hate
Another feeble attempt
To keep this curse abate

I know I do not suffer
Alone in my despair
Thus know after it all
I am here, and I still care.

Palpitations

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My rusty ribcage is a coffin
Lathered walls, painted poison
Chained tight for suffocation
Grasped by the mortification.

It is my plea, abandon me not
To be left alone, lost in thought
I am drying up in this drought
Strangled, entangled in distraught.

Ivy, vines, snakes, and weeds
These roots under my skin creep
Carving gnawing gashes deep
Tides that never go to sleep

Tumbleweed

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Drip, drip, drip
Another failure
Another slip
The unbearable
Dreary routine
Rusted to the tip
Some days I grumble
Others I mumble
I don’t fall
But I stumble
On glassy words
On pointy shards
Jagged swords
Like violin chords
Same old, same old
Tired of being told
Your dreams
Ambitions
Too bold, too bold!
Free me
If you see me
Lunging, plunging
In to tyranny
For I fear
Being unaware
Caught in despair
All flames, no flare

Flesh and Bones

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The empty space between my bones
The echoing rattles of hollow stones
The harrowing abyss of a hole in space
The blankness of a canvas sprawling my face
The seduction of melancholy on my skin
The blood in my veins infected with sin
The shackling muscles wringing my heart
The pushing, the pumping, the stop, the start
The verdict is final, the damnation eternal
The fallacy of a mortal; a tale infernal
The screams of agony fall silent like a mime
The battle of toil, a raging tide against time
The play begins with shrill of a piercing cry
The cry never leaves until the day you die