My mortal Sin
Breathing
Down my neck pearls of sweat
Dripping
Cold;
Wet air
Arrows shot in tandem;
Cupid in error
Embrace me
Solely
Rubber gloves
Mandatory
Maybe one day I will go to uni, maybe one day later I will feel adequate, maybe years later I will understand my purpose, here on earth.
another night on Tumblr spent
YESTERDAY asleep in bed
no sunlight seen
no fresh air felt
spiralling downwards fast
as the corkscrew anew
no regrets
no punishment
sticks
no worries
only sorrows
I need a hand to hold
to mentally breathe
to physically squeeze
to metaphorically bleed for
to rhetorically
lean to in
silence
I need to feel ;– again
Make me feel something ;– again
Assuming I ever felt ;– anything
that
is
LOL: ? where am I ?
LOL: drinks no longer lifts me; wingless bird
LOL: public health warning: fuck you; fuck
LOL; find alternatives
LOL: snow
LOL: gun
LOL: shards of broken glass
LOL: the bleeding no lie
LOL: bang bang blow
LOL: bang bang you
LOL: bang bang
LOL: no ; go
The story was a simple one,
fit to be read to a child,
but it ended with a cat running off
into the woods never to return again.The story made him sad so sad, he
didn’t want to hear it no more. He
told them so, in words and with
tears, time and time again, to no
avail.The scars still itch, deep down
inside, but scratching’s not possible
now. He’s given up hope on finding
the cat, but the bully is dead,
thank god.
I used to travel the world, sitting in my grandfather’s lap. He had an old Texaco map, and I an imaginary friend.
The world was very flat back then, his fingers cold, so stiff so hard. Turning pages, going off somewhere new, with Amelia by my side.
The travelling did eventually stop, old age and poor health got the better of him. I lost my way the day that he passed. Will she ever come back to finish her task? To guide the lost boy back on his path.