To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again -- I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the … Continue reading Clockwork Reversed | Poem
what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you're alive what a short, miserable … Continue reading flicker out | poem
Never mind your potential. Never mind your sacrifices and courage. Never mind your hours of work and diligence and persistence. Never mind the time it took and the tears it took and the friendships it took and life it took. Mind it no more. It's time for you to look beautiful and gaze upon the … Continue reading queen in a clock at 6
feeling bad feels nice head falling into a pillow, forearms rubbing against carpet. my face warm from the fire it feels so nice that I no longer feel bad at all How Long And Sweet A Dream Is On One Long And Dreamy Night. ~ accursed red: amazon and barnes and noble ❤
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring... they were ready... ~ Hello and hello! I took … Continue reading Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
white day in a white world perfect passing for a white girl I want the universe to turn cold. black night in a black world lovely lips for a black girl I want the universe to die. you come and pass me you come and give me you come and pass away if I want … Continue reading Gray Haze Girls | Poem/Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I've been waiting for him to come down. But I've been waiting for too long. They said he's in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won't get high enough. They want me to believe that he's safe … Continue reading Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they're quirky, and I'm not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you're blind in the right eye oh god... here's another car ride … Continue reading checkered vans in florida | poem
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. - A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine … Continue reading Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
I never will because there is always more. Always one more thing I must acquire another feeling I need to chase. Nothing is getting better inside of me. (I won't lie.) But that doesn't matter. I live for the one next thing the next thing on my list. I can't do it until it is … Continue reading One Last Next Thing | Poem
