The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
fascinate the inner workings of a maniac in style over substance, pushed inside the ceramic dish not served but over strained, whiskey drinks, futile things, a harboured extension of the flaccid tool we dare not name, forged alliances that could never be, hand shakes, cold embraces, toxic waste drank without care or quandary, we owned …
Continue reading "President Of A New Reflection – Twisted Prose"
A disjointed fire sale, Terminal disease, Thoughtless whispers, Heralded misogynistic portfolios, Silently stagnant, A window for a face, Tread upon the stone covered moss, Forgotten salutations, Strive to be, A sea, A seed, Hollowed imaginations, A reflection not me..
Sickly sweat dripping from within, A bitter machine without remorse, Clandestine appendages lost to mistakes, We pushed through worse, Divergent paths reconnecting, Softly was the sharpness of the blade used to slice away the flesh that was once mine, You call yourself something more than what I see, But wanting has changed the soul in …
worshipped from a further void, pre-loved without remorse, haggard eyes sewn shut, words spoken a moment late, languished in the ever lost, persistent against a time that is long gone, wisdom given, puzzles solved, a futile argument won by the losing side, a wisp of smoke, forgiveness forgotten, a hate seeded softly, growth, departure, rudimentary …
Continue reading "A Broken Disregard – Weekend Writing Prompt Twisted Prose"
Mesmerised but not finalised,A focus showed but not centred,I called the name that was solidified but not understood,We called,Yet you didn’t want,A plethora of infinite possibilities lost in the clasp of what is,We called,But you don’t come,Significant changes lost on the path of one,Call me,See me,Be what I want but not be,A wisdom,An ego,Please see …
fabled, castrated and alone, a function no longer connected, my alter broken as I start the fire, changes coming through incessant mumbling, my sweetest straw of rawness, linguistic preservation lost in a rapid moment, fleeting lost words from the song that's sung, holding me close, yet not within, I know your right, when you said …
who I am and was is lost inside this worm ridden carcass, decaying flesh lathered over brittle bones, I crave to be, I want to be free, but a cursed cross holds me under, it’s message flippant in its words, my measure less than it was before, crippled intent, hate a word soiled in regrets, …
Continue reading "Fill My Memory With Your Words – Weekend Writing Prompt Twisted Prose"
woven in the skin beneath my flesh, is the words written for those that can see, sewn into the underneath are rhymes destined to be, I wrote a sonnet in summer, I burnt it to keep warm in the cold, it birthed itself in my nightmares, flimsy recognitions, windows in place of mirrors, I kept …
we made the devil do our deeds, he was not intimidated, for he was not a he, a she, a thing, a them, or a they, he had no orientation, but he had one we could see, hidden in simplicity, I gave the world a moment, I showed the sun how to shine, we saw, …
forgiven fantasies allow one to be, a wish list, hidden in the decay, I wanted to know, to see, flesh underneath the sea of red, who was I below, a wanting, a need to be free, enclosed lies threatening to break, a miracle minor, lasting impressions, phobias, deceptive devices, struggling to see, a wardrobe malfunction, …
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