Words and Riffs

I don’t hate you ‘cause of a single word you said
It’s anything you’ve ever said to me
Everything just sits underneath my skin
And penetrates the corners of my apologies
Sliding up into my throat and into my sins
You are the only thing I’ve ever known
You are the poison on my lips

My dreams involve you leaving and never coming back
I wish you would hide from me but I would never expect that
Coming from me, sent to you, with all the hate inside my heart
You fall into me, I fall into you
Why do I feel us falling apart?

Mar 10

One of These Days

One of these days, I’m going to explode; I’m going to release the years of hate, hurt, and misfortune and I will mutilate anyone in my way; I’m going to run my pointed edge down their throats before I rip them apart; I will pull their flesh from their muscle and smile as I hear a pathetic gurgle take place as their scream; I will be hunting for revenge, and with revenge, there is no mercy.

One of these days, I will lost my facade in my true self; I will show my pain and anger without chagrin, without fear of who I really am; I will parade myself as I do my work, letting the bodies fall limp upon the ground; I will lose myself in the natural instinct of demolishing their face, bouncing their fragile little heads on the cement as if they were basketballs on a school’s courtyard; I will drink the blood I’ve so long have wanted to bathe in; I will finally let myself be free.

Mar 09

Failure

In a world of peril, nothing was left to save her soul from herself. She was her worst enemy and her dearest vigilante, seeking out the wrongs that had make their marks on her blood by creating the marks on her skin, bringing the pain to light as she only did it to feel alive.

It was in the night that she fought and the mornings that she won; each gaze from the stars bringing a new battle to her diseased mind bent on destruction.

The sun was the enemy of her thoughts, piercing the attacks of her immortal opponents until men turned to werewolves and the sun could protect her no longer from her own mind. Her thoughts were what would kill her, but it was her obediency that forced her to drip rivers or red down her tattered, withering wrists.

But could anyone save her if no one knew she was in such a grave danger? Where would she then hide if her own memories could not deter the darkness that as slowly consuming her soul?

She stole into the nights, watching as she fought against the world, seeing the torment of her blood raising up to her flesh. Her eyes stared at the drink her veins bathed in and felt her head lighten as her heart began to ease. She was not afraid of death, itself, but of the idea that she had failed; failed to redeem her misfortunes wherever they had hid.

Clouded as the contaminated river, she wrote herself to sleep, hoping for a better day, waiting for a fresh beginning, but only after battle. As she slept away her thoughts and nags, her blood dried as it ran down onto the sheets and pooled on her mattress, blending into the red dressings.

She was a warrior, fighting for the death of herself, in the night of mind where she knew she was a failure.

Feb 24

Zombie in the Making

I hate the scars you gave yourself
And how you’re hurting now
I can barely look at them
When I feel the tears falling down

It’s the color of our pain
A different kind of love
Symbols of our loneliness
And how we’ve simply given up

You hate that you’re a zombie
But you love the taste of flesh
The smell of bleeding bodies
Hearts being ripped out of their chests

I can see you still are wasting
Decay’s not setting in
It’s not that you’re really dead yet
You’re just dead within

And hear I am crying
Rocking back and forth
Howls turn into silence
As I see you step forward

The light is missing now
Your eyes are oh-so empty
Your scars are all so new
Your blood is still glistening

Feb 04

Return

My words seem to fail me and my vision begins to blur from the situation I’m in

Feb 01

Drabble

Searching for myself in who I used to be

I’m stuck drowning in misery

It feels like forever since I’ve known myself

Lost in a soul I’ve never really owned

Locked in a cellar trying to set me free

But there is one thing that I could never be

You want a Barbie, a life-size doll

You want someone to show off but I’m not that type of girl

You want me to be a dream, but darling this is the real world

Maybe when you accept reality, you can finally accept me

Jan 28

Done

Jan 21

Our Words

Words are revolutions with a beginning and an end
The paths may all be different, but they still get read the same
Same whispered stones from the garden’s side
Two wearied feet gently slipping by

The lips are how we travel
The sound is how we live
Our tongues give us tomorrow
And our teeth will always give

Accents heal our broken homes
Just as they destroy
For nothing builds a happy home
Like a tone of gargled wonder

This is what makes us human
A tone our only fall
But when we have so many colors
Why do we even use words at all?

Jan 19

Being Mean

When you walk out the door, could you take all he memories with you?
Replace all the thoughts with the days that I could have had
Don’t bother coming back with a new attitude.
Once we’re done, there’s nothing I want to do with you.
So just remember that as you’re driving away;
Don’t start regretting the choice you made just yet.
And don’t you dare come crawling back.

You’re gone now, I’m so happy; so happy I could die.
I’m stronger than I’ve ever been since you said good-bye to me.
Lost myself just yesterday, but now I’m found, doing okay.
I guess you weren’t as important as you thought.
But that’s what you get when you try to break my heart.

We used to fight so damn much.
Going back and forth all night,
But now I have my piece of mind.
Clawing at each others face, trying to release the pain.
No more of that god damn mess will ever be me again.
If it ever does, I would rather be dead.

Dec 12

My Hatred for You

Don’t bother sending flowers to my survivors
Or reminisce over what was once said