pretend that were dead,
for the colour changes there,
mystical moments painted in red,
sequins glistening in the light,
a mirror image,
the witches delight,
misogynistic infidelity,
forward motion,
backwards steps,
a friction of insanity,
tidal waves,
moments upon moments,
free my seclusion,
as you make your way down to me…
memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me,
my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh,
searing and stubbornly destroying my everything like an unending wave of impossibleness,
yet here you come to yearn away my ending all the while forgetting how I began,
blood and the cries of the mother,
my suffrage,
my pittance for prayer,
lay down before me and know that today may be silent,
but tomorrow will break free…
plastic cries,
a wet dreams surprise,
my obsession,
within depression,
knows no end or size,
whimsical in nature,
defiled inside my squared circle,
heartfelt wishing,
strangers kissing,
divine deviation of the path,
wrought with danger,
flippant blame constrainer,
your theories turn to lies,
while decay burns away your eyes,
suffocate the hand that feeds,
demented virtue allowed to run free…
clumsily disconnected,
forcibly removed,
a future within a decaying box,
ashes in the mouth of life,
let that pretty smile wash away the tears of a plastic tree,
do it again,
see it fall,
don’t fake it,
a goodbye that’ll last,
walking away in an ache,
friends made into a belief,
crimson in design,
violent in flair,
a pain unopened,
trust impaired,
the delicate shower…
impurities lessen me,
the spark of wonder I cannot see,
the decay of all things,
crest fallen warriors on the road to victory,
from a war they’ve already lost,
mirrors reflecting back at me,
shame not worn by me,
I never faltered,
I never fell,
symbolistic souvenirs,
my wisdom unimportant,
I grant the flower water,
but hide it from the garden,
you seek,
I see,
fleeting nuances,
my forever disease…
rose covered fields,
hands open over the coffin shut,
we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves,
a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last,
breathing underwater as the world falls in upon itself,
a gage to read insanity,
a tell to show all,
colours changing like a wave riding the tide,
eyes blind to the waste,
melodramatic innocence ensured we keep living in a world that’s getting so small,
mirrors replacing windows,
doors no longer open,
purity drawn on the label,
a sea of insanity,
as we protest death,
why can’t we see the joke,
that started with our right to be free…
twisted demise,
sutures over wounds healed,
we question when the answers are obvious,
love the bad news,
regret the new,
my fist was full of hate,
it found comfort in your face,
we balance the many lies,
trash talk to disguise,
buried heads in sand,
a card game without faces,
the head of the table bends the rules,
days begin when the other ends…
leather trails along my hide,
forsaken grimaces,
illuminating wisdom,
you cough and I relent,
give back not take away,
I was lonely when you came,
I was lonelier when you stayed,
a pocket protector without a pocket,
somewhere different,
something stale,
yoga infused cum shots,
masturbation is not denied,
but pleasure cannot be made…
sickly sweet with a woven hoof,
I lay down beneath the candle wreath,
pleasantries aside you give to me,
wayward glances lost in substance and abuse,
caffeinated nightmares,
tailored suits,
platonic,
electronic,
manipulation complete,
we wanted,
we waited,
destiny in a handbag,
life incomplete…
I silently stood within this suit I call me and cradled the child I was as he disappeared inside,
no warning or ignorance,
no standing ovation or cheer,
the adult that I am forgets or refuses to connect the dots of who I was to who I am,
layered hate,
flimsily forgetfulness,
bathed in the stink of what I cannot be,
and who I cannot see,
laboured moments,
a mess of pathetic personified,
I wish,
I want,
I forget,
I am who I never dreamed I’d be…
the withered husks of a lesson taught showed me synchronicity was the motionless key,
we waded through the sunless snow to find the demonic nest that has taken so many a kin,
clandestine destiny shrouded in not the blood of our enemies but that of our children,
we felt so righteous even when we knew that what we did was wrong,
tomorrow revealed its twisted face like the beast did the night before and I saw the hint of a god in its touch,
and even though I knew my journey was complete,
I knew my suffering was not over…
This was prompted by Fandango’s weekly prompt. You can find the fine fellow here!
Sequences out of sync,
after before I think,
a window with no glass,
places somewhere nowhere last,
wisdom not given or earned,
powerful moments,
sunsets lost in the darkness of the blind,
a feeling of warmth without touch,
perplexing questions asked without design,
hooded figures standing in a row,
my sins forgiven,
my hate purpose free,
pomp and circumstance,
the child can go in for free,
but not me….
Fear of that fateful curse,
a wrinkle in the fabric of self,
there is no escaping destiny,
for it has been decided before life began,
a sordid story of fate repeating,
cascading shadows of what was,
but not will be,
I am a one armed bandit not paying out,
signal my fornication,
an ending,
a start,
was I a wish given life,
forever forbidden to live,
pass the mirror and show me your reflection.
for my own has deserted me,
and all I see is a dying thing,
given a pathway,
hidden in a lie…
Subtle symphonies worn in the light direct,
a great few many times regret,
dancing in a motion slower than before,
grinding against the watery hands of above,
sleeping while awake,
your eyes open my mistake,
fevered words sucked into a vacuum of unparalleled abandonment,
twisting like the knife of life,
digging deeper into my flesh,
I live yet am dying,
or am I dead yet living…
Worn and suffocating, a pillar of human madness, a throne of perpetual silence, wisdom comes and goes, words lose translation, dangerous agendas hidden from myself, a mirror reflection, a photo kept, I asked the question with words unrelated, the kiss upon thy forehead, sedation, kindness, asleep at the wheel while the driver keels over, an older man takes over, his wickedness worn like clothing, no choice, no regrets, a window in the soul of madness..
I whispered in the dark to rid myself of the words unsaid, letting go of the past in hope of something more for me, a fundamental change within myself must rhythmically remove itself from my form, a dance unlike any other, brandishing my heart strings, feathering my nets, a severed hand without fingerprints, my code forgotten, doorways locked and impenetrable, we cuss, we curve, fondness, kittens, whispering whimsical words to deaf ears unheard, I saw a yellow scorpion, it’s venom burns, tail strong, teeth, recipes for hopelessness, are you a dying swan, or am I a mirror cracked upon my skull of misery, woe is words, deception is me….
It’s the simple things that matter,
not the way you check out but the way you check in,
there ain’t no score board when your dead just a new beginning,
separate today from tomorrow with a whisper of yesterday and you’ll be partway there,
it ain’t an ending,
it’s not another chapter,
yesterday can’t be changed by tomorrow especially when you’re dead,
so celebrate and cheer,
because today there ain’t no fear,
stop pretending in your head,
because life just don’t care!
Fancy a sickness,
Fancy a few,
We play this game without knowledge or rules,
We tip toe,
We rush through,
We two and we thro,
A yesterday not remembered,
A today not fulfilled,
Tomorrow was out destined path,
But it ended in a fated fate,
A call,
A destiny,
One that could not be ignored,
Or cured…
With a passion lost comes the sun that does not shine,
For a footing of surface did fall beneath thy feet,
As the life that dragged an emptiness from within begged a question not asked or seen,
She said the sky was not mine to swim beneath,
Brandishing me with a mark unasked for and unearned,
With the mark came substance and malice,
With the mark came their hatred,
They said the light was not mine to bathe in,
So my fist became my voice,
And violence my weapon of choice,
Their blood seeped into wounds their broken bones made in my flesh,
Diseased was their linage,
Decaying was my sin,
A pyre of dreams,
Flames burning away,
My pittance,
My vengeance,
My tormented soul…
Fist clenched drenched in vomit,
Handed down the path less void,
Boils squeezes to pus filled ends,
Rashes spread from foot to head,
Vile fiends given fleshy life,
Dreams of nightmares taking flight,
Wasted lives,
Shattered thighs,
Bloody stools pushed through arseholes clenched,
We think we’re immortal,
We think we’re gods,
Life comes for us all,
Death sits upon its throne,
Waiting,
Wanting,
Knowing it’s fill will never be satisfied,
A star,
A sun,
Forever and none,
We are but moments,
We are but few,
Significantly insignificant,
Enough but not…