Starvation

when you can never get enough food to eat bc of your metabolism & the horrors of capitalism 

when you can never hear enough compliments bc your low self esteem keeps tossing them aside

when each day feels the same as the last bc of the same old shiz 

when you’re ready to quit climbing the mountain you’re on & just fall into the sea 

that’s when you compose a post

just to see

how many others are just as hungry 

as me

just to see

how many others aren’t free

Piercing Slit

twist & stick the blade in
over & over & over again
as my crimson flows down into the wastebin
I’m sure you’ll mark this down as a win

but as I remember
who I was and who I am
over time I realized
my life force has intensified by getting to know you

No, not you.
YOU
the only One can who can truly rule in this sacred land

so keep twisting if you must
I feel no pain
as long as I side with the truth, I can only gain
the power fantastic
the power to give love one more try

even as my crimson flows
I know because You
I know I can never truly die

via Daily Prompt: Puncture

Sleep, We’ve Been Over This Before…

a neverending nightmare
like a toxic case of a deep down ugly spell
whittling away at my health points in a role playing game

sleep is, once again, becoming less a temporary break from the ridiculous nature of our collective consciousness that we are forced to participate in & becoming more of a continuation of the same, that I have no control over

sleep
oh, how my dreams mock me
broadcasting my failures & teasing me with optimistic subliminal images of what could, should, happen in the future
a remote in my hand that doesn’t work
involuntarily watching what ever happens to be on

like a bird in flight snapping its neck against a squeaky clean window
it’s getting harder to know if I’m going the right way

sleep
please just let me rest
that’s all I have to say

Neutrality

middle of the road
not particularly memorable
& not all that interesting either

Oh, that’s familiar.

minor background character in everyone else’s lives

try chewing the scenery! improvise! go off the script!

the secret’s out. there’s no script.

the main conflict in the main story line in at least several different stories at a time

Best make your own script
‘less you want to get stuck in someone else’s shit

shit-dick from butt-bumping the ground, Le Grind
a place you ain’t meant to fit

purple holly, so legit
you’ve got my mind so whipped
that my hips just dip
& grip
and whip up a fury in the sea

category 5

get right to the point
right when the moment is the most crucial

I just fade to grey…

Baby
I guess I’m just neutral.

via Daily Prompt: Tender

Usurped

where is the cure?

that’ll make you see me as pure
that’ll take all my ugliness
& plunge it into space

maybe it’s because I’m the wrong race
maybe there’s too many imperfections on my face
perhaps my very being is a disgrace
forget about the past, I’m done with that place

but now I can’t seem to hit the right notes
what key am I even in?

it’s anyone’s guess
when did it all turn into such a huge stinking mess?

it became such a charade
a fantastical shit show parade
may as well make a toast with expired strawberry lemonade

where is the cure?

to stop the tears from my eyes
from falling upon what was once a daily beautiful surprise
but turned out to be merely a guise

tears, turning the Earth’s dirt into mud
caked under the crevices of your black Adidas
with a final, sickening thud

3.18.17

I am a lonely sinner
some may say i’m not okay
as i live in my box,
a box full of scribbled & ignored music notation paper
holding a pen with no ink

some same say only the Holy know what to say
when living in a box all alone
a single tear drops in my nappy garden
& wets the paper with splotches

dots. notes. sprinkle on, starkid, like the purple rain drops of yesteryear

that sing a melody that reminds me of you somehow

maybe i’ll let it play as i pour another drink