i feel the twinging
prickled flesh
as my skin begins
to make its presence known
my eyes wince with tightness
nascent wells
of shame’s dissent
have spent their might
faint with fight
resisting moments worn
on sleeves unseen
pray let me release them
the pools of fetid water
long since gathered
in the basin
of this abandoned basement
hoarded piles of horror denied
dormant trials left love unspoken
musted stains on coiling cardboard
hewn and ragged
strewn atop bedraggled
debris and bristled sheddings
shifting eyes peer through
the flooring
from rotting foundation
mottled with blackened mold
unfolding with dim memories
describing strangers faces beaming
in a flash of crimson sun
who crashed and burned the bridges
division spurning mounds of trash
defiled by rats of sentimental mindset
the wasted lives
sustain their freedom
sinking into ashen sand
lament laid on a bed of dross
dossing down in remnants of disaster
as festering anguish
dares to breach the surface
but its reach is aimless
its will, exhausted
my soul accosted by the albatross
with a bitter sting of remorse
but the truth of it all
bares some detached part of my resolve
maintaining a disparity
with such apathetic fervor
wanting to possess
anything of scant meaning
but dreams no longer save me
from my fevered nightmare
and quite frankly
i just don’t give a flying fuck
my gentle heart was plucked
and plundered
by a band of mirrored thieves
so eerily familiar
as i watched them from my static wrest
their silent footfalls
caved my chest in
each one waded in procession
armed with barbed sticks
trudging off with
my one and only
last possession
wistfully crossing over
the crystalline precipice
through the gift
of an angel’s clement kiss
The Fire Consuming All
it is only the truly wicked
who possess a patience
without precedent
biding their time
making the rounds
with a sycophant guile
playing to all parties
to siphon surreptitiously
the fruit born
of their sadist seed
safe within the harbor
of ambiguous locution
summoning boundaries
with care not to overstep
striking
with the sword
of inference
shielded
by vagary
diligently
doling out
their nettled
words of wanton wreckage
draped
in disingenuousness
brazen
like a khalkotauroi
calculating
every move
to prove themselves
the victor
walk with trepidation
my friend
lest ye draw
their straw of ire
for its burden
ne’er retires
the fire
consuming all
Furtive Moons
there are only so many metaphors
that serve to justify this pain
so many words
chewed up
and spit back out
onto surfaces
whose purpose
carries all burdens
these feelings are like water
journeying alone
in a fearless freefall
crashing into the earth below
to join the fates
that all have known
still, each fragment
leaves its mark
for others to embark upon
in the hour
of our exodus to exile
the skies belong to one
as one to all
as life itself
bleeds into the eyes
at the horizon
we take our tragic pittance
wrought from anguish
each within the alchemy intrinsic
to their own
to spin the loom
and weave majestic tapestries
of triumph
to share the secrets
intimately held
by furtive moons
Amalgamaciated
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What Is Left Now
i could sit in silence
for the remainder of my time
pondering what words
i had misspoken
the ones that struck discord
and plucked me from your heart
but as it is
i don’t know where to start
every molecule within me
vibrates from your loss
the pit that was my stomach
twists with anguish
drifting in and out
consciousness throbbing
in an inverse pulse
fading into realms
that hold no future
arid turns the surface
in the absence of your voice
scattered whispers
haunt me from the darkness
where i fall
filament no longer fills
this gaping hole upon my chest
spilling forth the reason to go on
toiling through these dying days
missing you
less than i once was
what is left now
but to say
goodbye
Take Heed
the well of inspiration draws from sources which are infinite
to bridge connection to each one demands forethought discriminate
we must maintain fastidious pursuit of new experience
to formulate the truth of our expressive voice in variants
each origin is cyclical in its availability
therefore we must commit to an atypical agility
lest we submit to dormancy, a fate surely abhorrent
we must all embrace the stormy seas and revel in the torrent
even everyday minutiae has a merit worth attending
it is only in this spirit does our muse become unending
this exemplifies the reason why we must remain objective
exercising our innate ability to be reflective
analyzing every aspect of the open world around us
sees us not to jeopardize our very existential impetus
for many things persist within this life which can demoralize
in manners most ubiquitous seen fit to leave us compromised
thus rendering creative function far less than fortuitous
engendering superlative compunction most gratuitous
it is upon such moments when doth art submit to artifice
and hearts succumb to numbness amid constructs born of avarice
therefore we must ensure to heed a purity of influence
and shore up our defenses courting verity with confidence
to hearken only calls which bear the mark of authenticity
embarking on our journey poised with prudent perspicacity
for muse is but a fickle and capricious force by nature
to abuse it only serves to redefine its nomenclature
hence, we must stay mindful and forgo the fruit found on the lowest branch
lest we are left to wallow in the throes of sophist circumstance
and such is not a fate abating idealization
of our suicidal woes, condemning our souls to damnation
Erostasis
i follow
every tear you shed
like seas
in lunar tow
miles below
the surface wiles
of haunting
swallowing
these pools of pride
in throes
of static thunder
long denied
their place
of final resting
assimilate me
in your arms
as once you
had before
on a bed
of blurred incrimination
where all words
are thought immured
and hearts are free
from mooring
falling
from the pillars
of creation
Pretty Much
i make
like an irate
illiterate
who likes
to alliterate
Subtext
you’re the reason
that I gave up
thinking
drinking
was a bad idea
if not for you
i wouldn’t
still be living
such a depressingly shitty life
before i met you
i was lost
in happiness and innocence
you’re the other half
of me
that makes my misery complete
thank you
for always being there
to show me why i have no worth
i guess i’m just lucky
surviving so many suicide attempts
Accursed Ring
i have worn
this banded armor
shorn away
by silent toll
even now
in days diminished
erstwhile sentiments yet hold
idle hands
have stayed my purpose
vice allays
the spirit’s wake
tears erode
this pallid surface
worthless feelings
ne’er abate
dulling
from the desert sun
has robbed me
of my own perception
burning shadows
stabbed my eyes
and stole her
from the moon’s reflection



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