A collection of my free-writing poetry and pieces.
Sometimes I feel like every human connection has been
Severed between the silver blades of scissors, glinting
Like a shotgun barrel in the late evening sunlight of
An August that never ended in a summer that never
Began, and I know it's
The clock hands flash with funeral grandeur, everything
Is ending and the world falls to its knees; you comfort the
Archangel in your arms before you empty your
Second last bullet into her diamond
Skull. . .
Empty your tear-ducts, empty the chamber into the
Stone hearts that lock you within their mortuary parlours;
Ten-minutes days ache like a dying milennium
Embedded with the jewels that somebody's nobody
I can't feel the light on my rotting flesh 'cause it's
All artificial and white; no darkness to hide my
Ugly eyes; why can't you gouge them from my head
And watch them roll like marbles; stones that are
Flawed to the
Put the dagger inside their souls and watch them
Bleed like a burning
Bible; sins of a population, one prayer heals the
Sinners; just stone the ones who felt and
Sometimes I feel like alienation is a
Drug, and I'm addicted to my own
Humiliation, I just want to cut the
Last thread and
Do you ever feel like screaming?
Locked away to shriek until the
Walls bleed and trigger the
Sometimes I could stab my own reflection
And watch blood drip from the cracks in the
While I fall to pieces like a skeleton.
Have you ever hoped that
Nobody loves you . . ?