Light me up
And put me in your mouth
Like you do your cigarettes
Let me be your apology
In between your thighs
We’ll be the poison
That insists
On no real reason why
Another landslide
Standing against another tidal wave
Taken to my knees again
Fingers curled to grip
The sand that sinks beneath
Losing self and time
Another landslide
A storm waiting
To fall from my eyes
But I’m sad and left bone dry
Sunday wordle: A night in the woods
Take the sting from my craw
Shimmy on down to the woods
With me
And we’ll pretend like
We’re on the moon
As we look at the stars tonight
Lets merge with the leaves on the trees
Tracing our way back
To the monkeys
Before we chop the wood
And light a fire
Becoming human
Again
How monsters are made
I will not bow down to your conformity
Moulding me so I’ll express
What you want me to feel
Turning to me next
To say I’m just repressed
But you didn’t read what I expressed
Because it didn’t fit into what you expect
Rolling your eyes in disgust
Pretending to be perplexed
By the way I’m spewing my guts
An undressing if you will
In which you turn away
Until I fit into your cage
While you converse and ask
”How are monsters made?”
Wordle: disbelief
It’s clear that fury
Is taunting your body
A test to see you learnt your lesson
But you still quiver at war
In disbelief
Wordle: Dawn
The sky imitates breath
A mist on the horizon
Dew lingers as baubles
From stem
No bells need chime
To echo time
As we take in this great signal
To a new dawn
As we’re swept to calm shore
awakened from storms
Since passed
Identity
Coming of age
This war I wage
To-and-fro
between I’ve come a long way
To, I just don’t know!
Battling this cage
Could I really be the brave?
Freedom is an illusion
I’m sure I’ve trapped myself into
Always greener on the other side
Till you step into the shite
Another day, different hues
Buy myself a pair of brand new shoes
But I still feel the fucking same
Branded into shame
Depending on what’s cool that day
Never did care for the names
Be it Nike or just plain
Just wear what fits
And I’m still just about okay
So ticks or no ticks
I guess I’m just me
What more can I say?
L.O.V.E H.A.T.E
You kissed me on the lips
With your fist
How did we get into this tryst
Writing scripts and drawing battleships
Our love written on knuckles
With the letters H.A.T.E
How long will we rock this ship
Courting resentment
Revulsion will marry us
Till death do us part
This love will carry us
Further into the dark
Trademark
Trademark
Cigarettes, smoking
An extension of my cancerous sadness
My poetry aint mine
Without the ash at the end of the line
Visions of smoke inhaled
Another hammer to my coffin nail
My body unveiled just as I exhaled
A puff of smoke, another trail
Disappearing before I can be tailed
His marriage is on the clock
His marriage is on the clock
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Comes home at 5’o clock
To a marriage of hard knocks
He loves her
But she tells him it isn’t enough
What’s he meant to do
Dress in some suit
With a noose
Tighten it till he chokes
Till he has plenty of money to misuse
But no mind left to lose.
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