Tag Archives: pain

Homesick

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Nostalgia arrives
Like mighty tides
Ebb and flow
High and low
From time to time
Clime to clime
Maybe its the crazy pills
Maybe its just me
Alone
Dwelling in bubbling thoughts
Condone
Reviving, rediscovering, revolving
Hidden, yet vivid
Gruesome, and livid
Old memories
Humid, dampened
Books in the attic
Layered with dust
A muddy crust
Enveloping pages
Ages upon ages
Hued and textured by
Big black clouds
Roaring loud
That come and go
High and low
Coming again today
Distant, abate
To open a window
Let the wind blow
Gusts of emotions
Rapid motions
How I hated school
How I loved the rain
The joy, the pain
How I hated my dingy home
Existing on my own
It comes to me
But only in my dreams.

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Cross Stitches

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It has come to this,
I break down again
Treading on dying
Embers through pain
I silently crawl
And sob in vain
A familiar gnawing
In a throbbing vein
It never is simple
Ever since it began
So why do you whimper,
And whine with disdain?
The carousel spindle
Plays another game
And the plot thickens
While weaving my name.

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

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

Prenup

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Splotches of mud cover
my ugly orange dress;
black tear stains
chronicles of plight.

Do you love me, now?
Voodoo doll’s distress;
a hideous, melting rainbow’s
bipolar state of strife.

Scratching a throbbing tumor
chaotic, malignant mess;
blue, brown, purple, pink,
picture-perfect, and bright.

Veiled by a fabric
inhibiting my breath;
a kaleidoscope of moments
the most hideous sight.

Caught up in my throat
these hiccups called death;
jostling beneath my sternum
on road bumps called life.