Criminal mind
Something eats away at my brain,
are these emotions,
why do I cling,
To my selfish mind,
criminal,
wasting away the years,
on something my mind,
replays, over and over,
smashing the pause button,
over your head,
for filling my head with such,
criminal lines, that attack,
on the inside, bashing,
till the cracking sound,
echoes in my bones.
Being sober is boring and I dunno,
Makes me enjoy the simpler times,
Instead of lingering in some virtual world,
I belong, these words dont mean nought without,
being read out loud, I want my voice to be heard,
But I dunno where to shout,
Where do i go to shout?
Whose ears are ready to listen,
get out your head, its a prison,
writing is fine for a time,
so take advantage,
knowing what awaits the otherside,
who lays in the shade, awaiting there time.
Drink Me Until You’re Drunk On Me.
Am I attractive to you?
Or do you just like my sense of humor?
Is it my never-ending questions and curious mind?
Or how my legs look under the sun?
Whatever it may be
It's a trap.
A beautifully constructed and strategically made trap.
My large eyes tell you pretty white lies.
And my words touch you warmly inside.
Just like a shot of liquor.
A burning sensation at first that is quickly followed by waves of warmth
that spreads throughout your chest.
It's bittersweet.
Because you know it's bad for you but it makes you feel alive and less alone.
So you continue to drink it and wonder how.
How did one shot turn into four and then you find yourself waking up on the floor?
I guess that is why they say
Drink Responsibly.
Conflicted
You are so horrible
I can’t stop thinking about you
The irritating way you speak my name
Captures my full attention
The weird way you view the world
Makes me laugh with abandon
And your regrettably stupid face…
Too handsome to bear
I really can’t stand you
I just thought you should know
You suck
You suck
you let your words slip too easily
I'm tired of going to funerals
I'm tired of your baseless threats
you dangle life in your fingertips
to push away
when faced with inconvenience
your comments slip out
"I'm going to kill myself"
"let me just go walk out into traffic"
"how about I throw myself off that building"
and I interject
blunt words
NO
no more funerals
no more death
please stop pretending
that your lives are so easy to play with
Scar of prometheus
It was hidden there,
betrayal melting in soft ice.
His tongue, yellow,
and cowering behind
the birdcage.
The fog began to lift
from the mystery as
I crushed a walnut
with the palm of my hand
on the kitchen table.
He looked at me,
and I felt a tug pull from
my swollen womb.
All the proportions
of the room began to shift into
the scars of Prometheus.
His chin bent slightly
to the horizon, and
his eyes fixed neon.
A volcano rumbled
in the distance.
He paused,
"Maybe we should..."
There it was,
the shadow of his former
self became a streak
of red that reflected in
the window.
His smile morphed
into a pitiful grin, and
his words spat cyanide.
"The Nevada desert was so cold
in the winter."
I pinched the walnut shell between my fingers.
"That's fine, you should go."
My face contorted as the door closed, and our unborn child began to bleed.