April/May `16

Binge and Scourge

Because it`s binge and scourge:
Burning bridges first

Do yourself a favour, and don`t let
yourself be hurt
Obsessed, in the process
Machinery at work

You know, with danger
We`ve been known to flirt
One look into those hollow pins,
I won`t believe the worst

I`d cut out your lying eyes
If the virus did not spread it`s shouting
Through your blood that squirts

Keep your friends as weapons, sharp
Until you blunt them on your skin
Enemies from birth, the voices closest
keep you trembling

How does this end?
The same way that it began
Screaming your way out of this world
A maggot soaked in Original Sin

I am no longer sentimental, sometimes
Forgiveness is a curse

Congratulations,
You`re dirt
You`ve earned yourself a verse

Hurry up now, let your elements disperse;
To join this O Deserving Earth

How do you know

What her skin 

Doesn`t show

When her eyes 

Don`t glow

When you haven`t been told?

How do you know 

What her wrinkles 

Have wrought 

Without the knowledge of the battles 

She`s fought

When you haven`t been taught?

You don`t, you cope

While she`s still pretending 

She floats

You poke, she chokes

And there`s not enough soap

or water to soak in, to wash off-

The promise is broken

Why do you care, when there`s nothing 

you can do

When you`re left 

With the truth

That it was never about you

You do because you`re you

And you`ll play the fool

Hoping that it blooms

To create something new

Funeral

Maybe I got this whole thing backwards,

20/20 hazels, notice my bad skin

Showing off my predilection to addiction ass first,

As if I am lacking an outlet

Or a knack for musical composition

The ability to get the feeling down,
Keep it pinned,
Vocabulary of pretty words to navigate within

Fuck a whiny sound with a wide grin,

You can plow this hearse proud

I`m in the back seat immersed in cleaning off the lint

Preparing for my funeral

I don`t think I`ve been this happy since I was a few years old

Learn to walk before you worry where you`re walking

I can continue this poem but it`s starting to get sloppy.

Definition

Misfit gone tight-knit
Zippered-up lace grip

That hype shit
That old sugar and spice shit

Ozone blown, pepper kick

Fill me up with that nice shit

Heart swirl, throat uncurled
Go fly me a kite bit

Feels so righteous
Like time-split

And you filled a space in my life, Miss

I might as well fight it

This urge to go quiet

And pilot, this fire is silent

I might wet my eyes
if I could only draw the line quick

So try it, `cause I won`t deny it

My chance to define

bliss