If you were a fly
I would swat you in a heartbeat
do you know that?
Poetry
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
Broken enough
Sometimes, I wish you had told me that the happiest we’ll ever be would be fleeting
Just a moment of lightness between the heavy blows
maybe I’d have been stronger if I had been shown
how to ride along with the lightness before it was blown
but now I just panic in the throes of it
‘it all ends in tears,’ says the voice in my head
‘don’t trust these moments you’ll never see again.’
so I keep turning away
trying to stick with what I know
this misery that sticks a lump in my throat
but it’s comfort just to know
that I belong in this little hole
where tears fill the core
till I am broken enough to feel whole
Betrayal
‘Discover nature’s majesty,’ they say
cataloguing moments of serene
but the music runs through
matching the mood to now
looking back, photographs displayed
memories of what was but will no longer be
How can you take this, the loss of what we see
how can we live beside this travesty
our hearts beating against the gravity
our history bringing us down
and to look in their eyes
and see death has prevailed
I am trapped in their strife
at our human betrayal.
Not me, not I, look there at them
Keep the faces within
disembodied voices crawling
a shattering of skulls behind eyelids
peeping to tomorrow’s byline
author unknown
hatred the tagline
the other freaks are calling
Finger pointing
‘Not me, not I, look there at Them.’
contortionists contorting
fists clash, skulls smash
twisting, cavorting
freaks on freaks in blood
sheep calling sheep sheep
over the fence and mawing
grazing on the zieteigests distortion
groomed into war and extortion
And so the chant goes
‘Not me, not I, look there at them‘
‘Not me, not I! Look there them’
A scribble in my chest
‘Write down your inner monologue when you’re feeling the heat.’
but all the words are just one jumbled mess
A scribble beating in my chest
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