My Face: Take 12

image

image

1 Comment

May 17, 2015 · 3:17 am

Heliophobia. 5/16/15

I can no longer play second to a substance,
Faithfully falling from such a vast distace.
Pray tell, is it me you’re attempting to bury
Under each track that you chase?
Or is it a desire to undig the truth?
Somewhere in your blood
Hide the secrets of faulty youth.
I am a ghost,
White noise breaking through glowing screens.
Reminding you
How it feels to be truly seen.
The recluse in you hates the light that’s in me.
But what is it you truly detest?
That you focus too much on your selfish regrets?
Or that I’m the crowning victor in games of
“Forgive and Forget”?
Each meticulous move that you’ve played
Furthermore convicting
Your rocky mental state.
Hiding in the shadows,
Of a masochistic cave,
Pacing, afraid of the storm beginning to rage.
But it’s too late,
You’ve already surrendered your veins,
Violating them with a virus
that vowed to numb the pain.

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry

“Dinner With the Damned.” 4/29/2015

Tucked safely away
Under tons of concrete and steel-
An inner city jungle,
Rest we wicked few;
Cursed non-believers,
Chasers of freedom
And embracers of death.
Pass along the peace pipe, brother.
And drum with me the song
of the streets.
We are gathered here
In an uholy union of youth
and heresy.
If this is our last gathered supper
Let me be your Jesus Christ.
Warm spacebag has never tasted so
Sweet.
We feed tonight not
On fish and bread,
But on the pestilence of Johnny Law.
This is a call to those lone
Survivors of reality,
Unsheath the colloquial sword
And defend those week in the teeth.
CHOOSE NOT THE SIDE OF THE OPPRESSOR.

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry

“Nyctophobia.” 4/27/2015

I live in fear of the dark.
Or i guess i should say
Fear of the unknown,
Unseen breathing coming creeping through cracking walls.
The bile in my belly, burning;
All the words i never said boiling;
Hatred towards my failed character arc.
Darkness can only be driven out by light, but in the night my sight is so slight and I’m not quite so right without you by my side.
The melatonin fights.
Candles burn out, stars dissipate,
Galaxies are constantly expanding and exploding into existence.
As the horizon swallows the sun
Like a pill, meant to be for sleep, but hidden away with lock and misplaced key,
My demons unleash and with the crickets, they sing.
Skipping scenes summon your ghosts out to play
Reminiscent of horrors,
this burden’s too heavy to pay.
They laugh and they howl
at the pleads i will say.
“Look at yourself,
of course they wouldn’t stay.”

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry

“Delusions.” 4/27/15

i’ve been craving you lately.
your kiss, like a sweet peach
and a San Francisco summer sunset.

nostalgic flashbacks of concrete castles,
burning skylines and jungle gym blisters,
accompanied by that scar you burned into my elbow nearly two years ago
got me thinking your old jokes,
and that awful noise you’d make in your throat.

Although, i’ve heard from California,
and i’ve seen your status updates.
i know your flavor’s changed,
and my tastes remain the same.
i’m afraid your new range is too brash
for a girl who’s lost faith in your pain.

the last bite i took, i chipped a tooth
and spent three fucking days in a blue gown,
poison coursing through my veins.
but i’ve always been a bit of a risk taker
with a tenacity of biting more than i’m committed to chew.

just one year ago, my favorite flavor was you;
early morning sun sinking in,
birds and breeze and you and me,
tangled together in sin saturated sleep.

i crave the subtlety of your ego,
ironic contradictions slipping through half cocked lips.
i crave the hasty last minute deprecation,
foggy eyesight and somber spirits invoked in our insomniac wake.
i crave the way your venom makes me feel.
in this anarchic game we play,
pretty colors and patterns distracting from what’s real.

1 Comment

Filed under poetry

My Face: Take 11.

image

Leave a comment

April 28, 2015 · 2:40 am

My Face: Take 10. 5/20/2014

My Face: Take 10. 5/20/2014

this shirt is one of my favorites. i bought it at a local thrift store, for three dollars. and it is beautiful.

Leave a comment

May 22, 2014 · 11:27 pm