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Neurosis
Who wriggles this tongue?
Who bruises us?
When my fingers twitch,
and my muscles knot,
and my panic boils over.
It has been months.
What work has been done to develop these crevasses?
A weeks pay,
Will that smooth out the particular rotted groove?
I find you counting the freckles on their face,
How else could you stomach eye contact?
I wake up screaming words I mu...
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:53 pm
Confrontation
A mental strife,
Please remember.
Why can't you just do that one simple thing?
Why can't you stop?
Find peace for once,
Make it easier for everyone you say you care for.
Where am I?
What was my goal?
I feel like you remember,
I can see it in your eyes,
You know something about me that I don't.
Please, won't you tell me?
I need to know,
Why won't you tell m...
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:51 pm
lies
why is it that
everyone says how
things will get better?
And at first you won't believe them.
but then as soon as
you get your hopes up
it all goes down.
And you cry, because you believed them.
again here comes the hole
that eats you whole
And then you say you won't believe anymore.
you are me.
and i am you.
we are both
...
Thursday 30th May 2019 9:28 pm
Glass Paint
I am a weaver of words. Make no mistake I said words, not wisdom.
I am a coniessuer of simulies, and synonyms.
My shelves are lined with glass beakers and tubes containing syllables, but I am no alchemist.
Make no mistake, though, I am a poet.
I will reach for the sharpest edges of your mind, and whether I come home with lifelong scars or your lifelong adoration - I don't mind.
No, I don't be...
Friday 16th March 2018 1:54 am
Candlelit Cigarette
All these new things,
Happening.
Time passes through me like a breeze -
But the hours feel like eternity.
These cigarettes hurt me,
But I can still breathe -
My heart skipping beats -
Occasionally.
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:19 pm
Aiming
Aiming for nothing but net,
that is, a net worth of one billion George Washington
Dollar bills paying off these utility bills and moving up to Beverly Hills
Aiming to satisfy my lust and greed, but yet
I feel this birth curse called sin, weighing me down like a ton
a ton of bricks falling back to back on my back - dying of cheap thrills!
Aiming to turn this all around
forget the rhyme...
Friday 11th August 2017 6:17 pm
Grips of Depression.
Beneath a dull, greying sky - I lay, and I watch -
You stand there on hard earth
With your outstretched arms,
Beckoning me close,
And within your eyes - resides a coldness,
And I dare say -
Belies a desperation, a vanity that encloses your heart.
Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,
And you're twisted and crippled
Yet, you've lived on -
In an endless parade of in...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:35 pm
Soft Money
Deciding
To be kind
For those in need
I gave money off hand.
But soon
I turned cruel
When many took my giving
A for granted rule!
Savory,
Spoils many
Soft money.
Saturday 14th March 2015 10:11 am
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