SoapBox

impoverish threats ram jagged caustic noise derelict ionic cameras burning skin and private parts meticulous malicious For the greater good For the safety of your neighborhood A matter of national security not for sale? not in the mood Precision, incise implement action plan to renovate the failures level this level bar who you are, there is no care for you for no one cares that you were hurt before we fixed the caring that you are to be forced into by those who are supposed to listen and abide to you, oxymoronic, no? purge with noxious toxic bane flood the … Continue reading SoapBox

Human

configuring the distance of an instance in an instant metaphysical caresses coalesce into guesses and the current currently stresses the truth of the veracity of the false because causes are causing such waves I am afraid to be capsized by the fears that are made the best guess is to find some comfort in what love is around you and surrounds you with the feelings of safety and to encourage those feelings too, in those who find themselves in two Sense is sensing the insistence that all these persisting notions are just temporary commotions I have to believe that relief … Continue reading Human

A rival

Burden of truth marries you to the burden of proof the silence announces the arrival trembling cinder tones annotate the dissension emanating from indiscernible distance friends of Rome seeking the coin for Charon abate your chatter child cease your prattle child you are in the forge we are drawing out the sword Anneal Grind Harden Temper Assemble Completion burden of proof binds you to the burden of truth now go and reap Vengeance the clash of steel bent to will shaped to slay announce, a rival survival, and a hard wind will carry you child the struggle will deliver you … Continue reading A rival

Shiver

I never stood up to this much….. shivers of agony only following the whispers for I haven’t a clue, what to do next Poseidon said left, and Sud said right So I turned toward the light the hell I walked into was so beautiful I cried scars into my cheeks that remind me of all the times I have lost so roll the dice once more and follow the rising sun Vishnu will only help those who understand that there is only the day and the night so come and caress my face I am now blind so lead me … Continue reading Shiver

Penumbra

Dedicated to survivors of domestic violence and sexual abuse.  My prayers and sorrow are with you.  You are warriors, all. set the scene blue ambiance with pale ambivalence a certain moral turpitude conducted with panache aghast, but abide take it all, in stride HIDE I am penumbral eclipsed deposed by disposition ruefully relegated to tidal gray or grey dependent upon your gravitational mood this day baleful and ruinous this love professed As I suffer harmful hands bladed words piercing ears heart soul reaping ravages depraved seeping chi slowly bleeds into my pride the thorn in my side is the fang of a … Continue reading Penumbra

Circles

An inference of platitudes a circle and defining latitude, a foreign thought, a cross across sovereign skies intertwined tales of lassitude a 3 pence secret and yellowed articles that speak of it In front of the old brownstone with the oaken door a brass knob turned the opening thereby, gaining entry in time born of an odd soliloquy the remnant unfettered I noticed it changed your gait left unlocked, the gate swung in silently on freshly oiled hinges privy to the partly secluded, you saw the closing once you spoke of the orange Tom-cat asleep on the porch. Certain you … Continue reading Circles

Cut and Again

Trigger Warning!!! bite tongue cut pull grind bleed cover stitch scar cut spit drink scream bleed cover stitch scar i repeat the same fucking lines i am defeat in the same losing games so i cut and bleed and stitch and repeat drink and drug and fuck and scream and hate o i hate you them us myself most of all so i cut until i bleed out and no one is coming there is no one who can save me and I have constructed my death just this way i am too far gone too tired to begin again … Continue reading Cut and Again

Patterns

the touch of the taste of patterns in my drying mouth forgone conclusions river rise in the summer south you will never quiet someone like me ever again the combustible secret stolen out under you my friend seeking signing soiree eyes dark raven black point movements in rhythm quaking tearing at the joint mobile massive missives masticate unnerve today fate many times over the process unable replicate another missing picture faded on the crumbling wall hand and head and feet and ears ringing drowned doll I don’t recognize featured masque becoming my mother hearts outside beating peaks hands not of … Continue reading Patterns

My Fear

Pander to the knowing rough cheek rouge red slapped resounding cutting monolithic like the ego burning at the front In mourning find amusement In sorrow cannot fathom what your abuse meant sign of love, gift of hate what was the need you possess to feed me scraps from your plate I desire the longing of peace I beg for another blow to the head being unconscious is a small release I do not know if you be man or beast Your eyes scream with the knowledge of violence I grow so small I am become least Ponder all the knowing … Continue reading My Fear

A story

Life is a story.  An epic without an end?  I just say the three little words and sip my coffee.  I prefer to pretend that you didn’t change my life.  Soft lullabies that help you to cope with the small instances in which you find yourself happy can sometimes reflect the monumental moments that catch us in the horror that fills the eyes of the child holding the hand of a corpse whose maternal identity was stolen by Chinese alchemists. Someone will whisper to your neighbor that they know about the chaos that has seized your life and cast you … Continue reading A story