Death, You see yourself as empty black stone; a building with no purpose. You claim the ground beneath your feet is thin, with flames beneath the surface. The days gape wide, swallow you whole, for you to past through half-digested out the other side, and you say you can smell the stench of yourself. Death, … Continue reading To My Friend Named ‘Death’
Tag: Poetry
You Bring Out the Worst in Me
Daddy, you bring out the worst in me. When did I become so mean? I don't even recognize it until I've gone away and can't do much about it. Daddy, even when I think we're okay, it comes out-like slippery worms, at your friends, at your neighbors, all the dirt you didn't tell. I want … Continue reading You Bring Out the Worst in Me
Dear God
God, I am weak. Let me confess that first, even though I know you don't care, because I feel the need to be accountable to my Father for all the wrong I've done. And I come to you to ask: why do so many claim hell is happiness? No. That is but one more sin … Continue reading Dear God
Lying Music
Hold on. I'm still waiting for the non-existent past to beat-beat out that song that just doesn't sound real anymore. Not in the airy way of feeling high and-- no, like listening to soft lies, earnestly begging to be forgiven for being lies, and just be believed in. Bumb-bumb-bummer that someone with no heart wrote … Continue reading Lying Music
Identity Theif
A man from India lied to my ear, frankly, to siphon from me American cash for his hard worked living. "Scam," they say in the spirit of the Victorian age, unable to just say "Theif." Cut the connection. Slice the red line. No one safe from the curse of the land. And all their gold … Continue reading Identity Theif
I Live
My breath tastes of green onion. Chai isn't enough to balm the taste. Desk lamps shine on lonely work, and I want to read to be taken away, but the clench the onion brings me back. I ate dinner. I function. I breathe. I live. And it sticks to me like green onion breath, overpowering … Continue reading I Live
