Another Day

another day

another chance
to wallow
in this hollow
fetid shell

another dance
amid the fallout
of this self
constructed hell

forever burdened
by this curse
immersed in faded
aquarelle

ever is this
burgeoning dearth
fated
until i am
felled

Can’t

You can’t
give
Up
On life

And place
The responsibility
Of your
Existence

On another

I can
Cook
For you

But

I can’t
Eat
For you

You can’t
Call me
Murderer

Because
I can’t
Live
Your life
For you

How could you

How can I

We can’t

Nothing Matters

I stay up too late
Never get enough rest
But I don’t give a fuck

Give me all
Of the salt and butter
Sugar and fat
It doesn’t mean shit to me

Fill me up with pills
Pills pills pills pillls
Pills
I need to stop
Existing

I will fuck everything up
Beyond that which seems humanly possible

I amaze myself at times
Others would be amazed too
If they knew

How much I loved you

Remembrance

wherein lies
the heart
of evocation

that strikes
the mirrored
hour’s toll

vague abstractions
courting fear

or starkness
of the bitter
cold

biting
with its sharp
precision

meteoric motes
of mind

reassemble consequence
once shed
in distant
folds of time

florid wafts
drift
through the ages
softer
than a maiden’s mien

torrid thoughts
slip
through the pages

faded laughter

aimless dreams

rage once pent
from whence forsaken

ageless
as a lover’s touch

brash and bold
our burdens
linger

longer than
the artist’s brush

Implicit

i clamor to comply

to her arduous hours
of ardent dripping

devouring

precious petaline
lips of veiled tempest

siren’s plumage

sinking
into madness

overtaken

with aching
chorus
and crushing ingress

crashing
into swallowing shores
of unabashed
thrashing

on jagged crests
of turbulent valence

drag me down

to where misery
serves its reckless conquest

abreastly heaving
a synchronous song

like heathens
in a heaven
untold

where breathless cries
of wincing
pent

breach liquescent
the chasm
of krios

beyond our
spent desires

through the mirror
of time

When the Hour Fell Bleak

when the hour fell bleak
a rippling spied
the outlier

appearing
in ragged reproach

an artifact without
precedence
that spoke of adoration
dire

ere a doting hope
sang
its parting prelude

from where i now sit

in a cold eclipse
of dreariness
laced
with mistled tears

spent aloft
these long planes
of bondage

i fondly resigned

my mind’s production
flashing its garish marquee
for all to see

foreshadowing
disparity profound

were it not sustained
by wispy druids
of pigment piqued

no further
query

averted eyes
trained vigilant

this chronicle
of maddened youth

swore your rigid head
invalid

with never more
truth
scorned a lustful red

as prideful irony
now reigns
in the void
of expectation

“Dissociative Apathetic Neurosis” ~a meme~


for my fellow Plath crushers, i now present, in the spirit of the Kermit the frog distractedly drinking his tea “But that’s none of my business” meme format:


“Dissociative Apathetic Neurosis”                                  ~a meme~


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Painted Rainbows

I come
from a long
line

of cocaine

chains

and painted
rainbows

tainted aims
and hijacked
reins

that taunt me
with their wonton ways

led by tinted
saints

whose patronizing
love
would one day fade

in truth betrayed
through time’s display

were
all things ventured
for naught gained

save this dull pain
that e’er remains

to haunt me
in her silent
shades

Burden of Man

men dare
to see women
through invidious eyes
denying affliction
of man’s ill-reprise

they thoughtlessly
perpetuate the conditions
at times
willfully
with no sign
of contrition

and many set out
to inflict ill-intent
ignoring the crux
of their father’s neglect

with misplaced contempt
aimed at those
who remain
whilst somehow
demanding
respect
by mere claim

despite every truth
having burdened
their sight
they would spurn
any proof
of their own
heedless flight

we have seen
that their ego
forgoes evidence
as such fervid devotion
refutes recompense

e’er projecting
the fallout
of that which they lack
by placing their failures
on womankind’s back

it would seem
only dreams born
of male provenance
are worthy of that
to be paid consequence

such brazen presumption
is beyond reproach
yet this veiled institution
one dares never broach

for man’s true commitment
is that to himself
as even the fruit
of their seed
goes unfelt

this tragedy
boundless
pervades every land
its wrath can be found
since the dawning
of man

pray not let ye folly
and scoff at these words
lest ye bear the cross
of all women interred

take care to reflect
on the actions you choose
for womankind’s blessing
mankind cannot lose

Rogue Reminisce

shadows crept
the length
of disquietude

distilled
in the wonder
of our willful dearth

lumbering
through morass

when last we plundered
this scorching earth

she blindly scrawled
three bold runes

that burn yet
still
within
this piteous pith
of tormented ruin

immune
to time’s retelling

they rave and revel
in a rogue reminisce