Everything feels tangled up
a mess of messes
I need some good news
in amongst this cover of darkness
because I’m starting to wonder
if it’s worth continuing through
I’ll stick around
not because I’m strong
but because I’m too weak to let go
and I won’t leave him behind
but when he lets go of his last breath
I feel assured
I’ll let go too.
Poetry
Nurture to root
Sometimes I wonder if the only gun to my head is civility
Is it wild to be domesticated
or free to be mild
who can know what’s in another’s mind
I can’t play to their whims and dimes
I don’t have the patience or the time
one minute, everyone is fine
the next, a man is threatening you with a knife
and sometimes I wonder if the reflection in that silver
is a man waiting to fight back or surrender
could I be that madman you all talk about
bending to nature
as if his memories hadn’t been erased
therefore, he still knew he was as tree as green should be
nurture intending him to root and roost.
Stranded
Life feels too much like a marathon
where I’ve come to a halt
nowhere to turn, no way back
stranded in the middle of nowhere
reaching my limit
I can’t carry on.
What triggered you?
you ask
it’s the words you left out
not the conclusion you came to
because you have perceived me
and yet dismissed my point of view
in one fell swoop
and to add the salt in the wound
you say one thing to me
and another to everyone else
so what conclusion am I supposed to come to?
That you think me too dumb to take your words in?
You say it’s because I need space to process information
but I can’t process it with all the omissions
when they were the vital clues
to keep me from spiralling
Confession from a cunt 2
If you were a fly
I would swat you in a heartbeat
do you know that?
Born a monster
I want to lift my face off
so you can see the dark void behind
nothing can fill it
but the energy I seek out from you
call me Mr vampiric narcicuss
I am repulsed by your every move
yet I can’t help but watch you with awe
and you twist my brain till it spirals
Lost in these spiralling matters
I see my empty expression again
waiting to be painted into something resembling a human
I’m not like you
I’m not human in the core of me
I’m a monster
born
not created.
Misophonia
If I hear one more footstep
crunch and scrunch
on the gravel
I think I might just
fucking
Break
And you’re not gonna like the monster
when he’s out of the cage
One more fucking step
and I’ll show you
insane.
Confessions of a cunt
I’m not made for people
or in gods image or whatever you believe in
I was the short straw, pulled
and the monster in my brain is frothing at the mouth
for you to know this
I’m a facade of shapes I’ve tried to fit into
squeezing myself like a contortionist
trying not to be the rage
but I’ve come to this
Fuck it.
fuck it all and most of all fuck you
I’m a malignant schizoid narcaccist
just waiting for you to leave
I’ve got scars on my skin
who do you think marked this ruin?
I don’t need you
to hurt or heal me too
and it’s come to this
confessions of a cunt
skirting the edges on Tell me it’s not true
but we know it
so don’t break the silence now
I won’t hear you
over the screaming monster inside my head
excision
I find no I in we
our minds merged
where does me end and you start?
we’re gonna need surgical precision
to free me from your hall of mirrors
but what if there is no I left in me?
Who is I and what did you do
to extricate I from me?
Am I an abstract thought
reflecting back at us?
though there is no I in us
but a u for you
So, I suppose I must be
the other part of you that makes us we?
Am I a man made in your vision
a puppet on a string
strung out by your historical revisions
hanging out on the clothesline
left out to dry in the rain?
Do the soles of my feet
walk without soul?
waiting to be returned
to the I you carved out of me?
Pulled mind
Their voices always travel faster than the truth
Always found in the gutter after the lines have been run through
spark me up a cigarette and burn away these untruths
I can’t see for the smoke and mirrors
The string that keeps my mind wrapped inside has come loose
and I’m trying to tie it back together before they notice I’m turning footloose
tying up the laces, weatherproofing my boots
I’m burning up these heedless warnings
you were never meant to mean a thing
so why does my mind keep drawing these useless strings
I’m pulling at tethered threads; all this white noise and dread
stirs things inside my head
my teeth clench together, and all these neon nooses pull my neck
there is too much information
but nothing about you
I’ve been making ghosts in your image
I think you’ve been making me too
Drawing me in your visions, trying to pull me through
but I never was your puppet
even though I’m always drawn to you
but it’s all for the same reasons I’m repulsed too
this hate is closer to love than it should be
yet I have seen through you
but it’s all just white noise buzzing in my head
Their voices always travel faster than the truth
Always found in the gutter after the lines have been run through
spark me up a cigarette and burn away these untruths
I can’t see for the smoke and mirrors
The string that keeps my mind wrapped inside has come loose
and I’m trying to tie it back together before they notice I’m turning footloose
tying up the laces, weatherproofing my boots
I’m burning up these heedless warnings
leaving a trailblaze no one can cut through
I’m highly strung, wound up with no wind down
pulling at tethered threads; all this white noise and dread
stirs things inside my head
my teeth clench together, all these wires become nooses
pulling me into the void from which I had fled
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