Category: Personal



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I thrash, I fight

I try to keep

The liquid black

From swallowing

Me whole.

The ebony, silk, darkness

Suffocating as it glides

Down my throat,

Pulling my insides

Out.

The oily substance

Of stress oozes over me,

Grinning with evil

Teeth that snap

And snarl.

Newly opened wounds

Cover old scars,

Burning like acid,

Bubbling and seething

No mercy.

Cruelty of Time


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Timing is perfect,

Or perfectly awful.

The only thing I

Can count on is

For shit to

Go wrong.

 

Why? Why, I ask,

Does my fate have

The uncanny ability

To treat me like

An abusive lover.

Timing is a

Cruel joke,

Made to make

One sweat out life.

 

And, for what?

The glorious feeling

Of stress and despair?

What is the point?

Devilish laughter

Comes from

Father Time.

Fate colludes with

Him gladly.

The suffering

Of the peons

Pleases them

Greatly.


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I am paralyzed

You are no

Longer with me.

I can no

Longer breathe.

My soul

And my future

Wrapped up

In your delicious,

Warm, strong arms

Is now crushed

Under the weight

Of what never was.

I can no

Longer fathom

A world with color.

I will never

Again be whole.

It was always

You.

Now it

Isn’t.

And I am alone,

Dark, longing,

Hating that I

Ever allowed

Myself to be

Sucked into

Your web of lies.

Knowing you

So well,

You would think

I would have

Known the truth.

I did,

I just

Turned my

Back on it.

I am drowning.

I am overcome.

I am without ME.

I am without YOU.

I am without LIFE.


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He’s life’s bitch,

A slave to his bottle,

Fucked up, sad boy,

Everything is

Not his fault.

He’s life’s bitch,

His job sucks,

His Windsor

Isn’t cold enough,

He’s all alone.

He’s life’s bitch,

Darkness,

bleak and drunk,

No shower for weeks,

The stench of

Depression.

Holding onto the walls

As you stumble

Around the house,

Drink until you

Pass out every

Fucking night.

Renewal


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I am a changeling

In this season of renewal

Inviting the metamorphosis

Of becoming a butterfly.

Colors warm the earth

Vivid, sparkling greens and blues

Quiet violets and tulips

Reaching for the sun

With jade leaves.

Spring rains kiss the grass

As Daffodils stand proudly

And I flit and I pause

To exchange pleasantries

With the happy daisies.

She Fades


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She bleeds out,

Onto the floor.

Doctors work

Furiously

To save her life.

She sees

The bright lights

Shining above her head.

She is fading,

The doctor tries to

Convince her to stay

With a blink,

She is gone.

The lights

Fade to black.

There is nothing.

The Blanket of Depression


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Drowning in a black hole,

Darkness that never ends.

Hopelessness at the end

Of a tethered, frayed rope.

Choking on an unknown lump,

Without any relief,

Everything is colorless,

A rope around my ankles

With an enormous rock attached.

Sleep is the only avoidance,

Helpless like a scared child,

Frightened of yourself,

Feeling worthless.

Crushing sadness for no reason,

Reaching out,

And there is no one.

Feeling controlled

By an abusive lover,

Monotony, sitting and staring.

Train in a dark tunnel

Coming at you.

The demon taunts.

Soulmates


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Our love is so solid,

I can’t seem to understand

My blessed fortune.

So much loyalty,

Unconditional love,

And connection

That is beyond beautiful.

A richer life,

Now that he’s in it,

I wonder if angels above

Sent you to me

Like a gift from the heavens.

Home to Me


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At my home,

Cozy night,

droplets of rain

dancing along the

window sills.

Snuggled up

next to the man

I love the most,

he’s my true home.

Inhaling the

scent of him,

treasuring the

smallest of moments.

He is my home,

my center,

my light,

the love of my life.


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My canary is a sweet boy, mild and yellow,

His beautiful songs remind me of spring.

The melodies are so soft and mellow,

And his bossiness is why I named him King.

 

He chirps and flutters about his cage,

Every morning he welcomes the day.

He calms me any time I might feel rage,

And delights me when he comically plays.

He is quite curious about all around him,

And he nods his head this way and that.

He does not like that is bird bath is slim,

He would much rather splash water at a cat.

Oh how I love my little melodious birdie,

Even though it means his endless captivity.

King