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- reakirante
- 2016-07-01/05
- ***
- one
- I'm a little bit lost without you
- eyes replaced by flowers
- growing and spreading all over my face
- these roses blush harder than I do
- If love were a place
- all I'd be able to do is leave
- it's a fleeting feeling
- this beating in my chest
- sea foam runs in my veins
- I speak the language of waves
- and my feet drift along the beach shore
- guided by ghosts whispering in the ocean spray
- maybe I am a machine
- and I'm malfunctioning from the moisture
- got some "genderfluid" in my heart
- and some "androgyne" in my gears
- two
- I'd rather be hurt by the truth
- than laid softly into a bed of lies
- falsities brushing against my forehead like falsities
- whispering trivialities that later crumple
- the dandelions hanging above my bed
- are not taking preservation well
- they just wilt and whimper to be set free
- from swaying softly in the breeze
- flowing through the open window
- sprites singing in my sleep
- lead me to believe that I am invincible
- doing stupid things like cooking bacon with a charger
- and accidentally electrocuting a cousin
- a chrysalis cut open
- is like a rotting caterpillar
- transformation is rooted in decay
- and rebuilding on ashes
- but let's not get too poetic here
- three
- dang it
- I've got glitter in my eyes
- it makes it tremendously hard to see
- more distracting than rose-colored glasses
- in a room full of art
- I'd still stare at you
- or I would, if my eyes weren't red and burning
- you think you're soap, clean and beloved
- but you're irritating to my sight
- now I've got a migraine
- fish dishwashers are insane
- pulsing behind my eyes
- and making my brain throb
- like there's a bomb in my brain about to explode
- if ghosts are real
- they're having a real hoot at us now
- come look at the blind stumbler
- and his blue boy lover
- four
- when I'm right, nobody remembers
- filed away in the cabinet of life
- forgotten in a pile of happy moments
- that should have been sorted and put up for display
- when I'm wrong, nobody forgets
- least of all me
- we've all got to remember the cringeworthy girl from seventh grade
- look, she still haunts the halls now
- entropy
- it will be the downfall of the universe
- but you'll be the downfall of me
- watching as I tumble down the mountain of fame
- so when I go down
- please don't whip out your phone and record me
- I understand that it'll make a quick buck in ad revenue
- but my insanity shouldn't be framed by a bleach commercial
- five
- the house has been feeling so cold recently
- I don't know if it's because of your touch
- your hand rests on the table beside mine
- freezing the already chilled surface
- maybe it's the summer storms
- the thunder always rolls in at evening
- maybe a god is angry that we won't stay apart
- maybe he's angry at your existence
- sometimes I wonder how you ended up in my household
- sprawled across my doorstep with blood in your eyes
- and a paper crumpled and half stained in your bruised fist
- a clear sign that you had to fight to live
- where did you come from, demon?
- who decided that your services were displeasing?
- I have a bone to pick with your boss
- if you can ignite my stone cold heart
- you can warm any limp green bean of a human
- ***
- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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