Losing Touch

Sucked into the void before,
But nothing like the dissonance I’ve found
In the chamber of a hollow skull.
Borrowed the mind of a gardener
just for the solace following
the thorns amongst the flowerbeds;
A means of creation;
To splatter dye on the thoughts
for which I was never the artist,
but ever so desperately wanted to be.

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I’m crushing pills between rotted teeth,
gums bleeding from the stems of roses,
Countering the stench of self-infliction;
Puckered lips from lemon drops,
Its sour breath fogs the windows
as I ride along with impulsive behaviors;
I hopped this train to madness,
I will take the ride until I am discovered,
and thrown in the snow
atop this mountain I rolled myself into.

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Tie Goes to the Dealer

These words no longer feel as though they belong to me.
I used to hold them in the palm of my hand, offering a full view to the crowd.
There used to be eagerness in my voice
as I laid out the hand I’d dealt;
A cheat to the rules of the game;
I enforced a personal ban
and offered my position to one who protests none
to a game twisted in favor of the one in control.

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Hell Will Be My Home

Embracing the feeling of the devil’s fingertips
tracing a homicidal outline on my sensitive skin,
singing the flesh off the bone;

A guttural noise escapes
the bottom of my throat,

I welcome the pain;
find pleasure in the torture, even.

No questions or doubt;
They say home is where you belong,
and I have come prepared with luggage.

Expectant of the torment
I’ve been sentenced;

Warnings are unnecessary;
a precaution in the contract from the King.

This is where I’m destined to fall.

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Must Have Been the Wind

Sweat lingers a while,
seeping through rumpled sheets
to remind you that you can still feel-

Fingers lingered longer than a butterfly
can flap its wings without falling tired;
A soft buzz, mistaken for the hummingbird;
an aggressive display of the effect of the sound
from the voice of a goddess wrapped in silk-

An airy whisper against your ears,
honey flows down your spine,
and you feel as though this is..

This is the gratification in the mind,
satisfaction to a body that responds
to the tickle of  these melodies.

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Before I got lost searching for solidarity;

Every part of my being was in danger
of becoming a calculated response.
There was a never-ending fear of the metaphors
Breaking free from the caverns in my brain,
and being publicized to the world for relatability. 

Instead of storing these writings of spiraling madness,
I let it flow wirelessly to whomever would bear the burden;

Regret is a toxin I’ve since become addicted,
feeding off the thoughts, no longer giving chance
to the voiceless;

And never did I think silence would ever be so comforting.

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Crushed by the weight of blame,
gravity becomes an enemy;
Guilt seeps through the cracks of torture;
Confusion of the wrongfully accused.

Tried and failed;
The jury too clueless to rule in favor.

A form of torture, this becomes,
questions now allegations
creating a fire that burns from the inside out.

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