Your hands are wild and they wander without shame to marvel the miraculous thing that has earned fast fame. The feeling tames beasts from the thrush and cures sickness of the head. They give the moon a reason to gaze down upon peasants and kings. The stars gossip with the sun about those eyes. The sky holds no water over those stormy globes, with white skies and sullen fog glazing over what it knows to see. Your face is a frame for sin and where all my wicked dreams remain. Come from the dark and rob me blind with your tainted lips and otherworldly mind. I am a victim to you and that’s just fine.

Your voice makes me curious about church choirs and the saints. All the bleach in your smile hides so many different stains with stories behind the lips. You are a phenomenon like winter hurricanes and the falling of too many stars. You make me drunk and too open to the touch. Breathe into me and make me memorize the taste of Heaven and the rush it promises to give. Your body is a map to several lands of paradise and all those curvatures show me where the Gods drink and dine. We’ll do the serpent’s dance and fancy words that are old and worth every breath we plan ahead. Sink your teeth into my bitter rind and suck me dry like blood red wine. I am a victim to you, and that’s just fine.

J.S.

So this life hurled me into fire-

flames always know just where to lick.

Scars are charred-

tattoos on me are quotes with your promises

that were empty within.

So this life hurled me into sin-

but I want to know what innocence is again.

Let the water wash away

why we even bother

why we chose to stay.

This life makes a fool out of all your lovers

and it makes sure to destroy the others

dust and smoke to get inside and make you

choke.

This life hurls you into glory-

it frees you

ties you up in pretty chains

so you don't want to change.

This life hurls you into pain-

the way we bleed still feels the same.

It makes us wicked-

it makes us a new type of sane.

This life hurls you into rain

under sun and moon

a different kind of prophet to read your doom.

It's a tough acid tab to swallow.

This life hurls you into a story hard to follow

but I want you to listen close-

trust me like you'd never trust any of those

martyrs or story-tellers

on street corners selling half-price prose.

This life hurls you into fire

smoke highlights all the liars.

Find my voice through careless whispers

find my hand through dodgy memorex.

This life hurls you into self deprecation-

lawless self-mutilation.

Reform, erosion, exposure:

do not love yourself

you foolish poser.

This life is

wild, defiled, revived.

Put your heads up and stand

if you manage to survive.

J.S.

Are you okay or are you distant?

Are you feeling dark again?

Is there something written in here

I didn’t see?

Can you tell me a little something?

just let me cheat-

let me think this through for once

before you make me think.

Are you okay

or are you distant?

Are you listening?

J.S.

#depression #unsettling #darkpoetry #automaticwriting

Roses bloomed from cracks in the drywall.

I listened to new voices outside the gate.

Clouds were painted on the windows

and the sky was tinted grey.

Flowers opened and you stepped inside

where you had to pay.

You dropped down low in three feet of snow

and you began to pray.

The storm came fast

flakes made of glass

cut your face.

The winds took your breath away.

New voices outside the door

demanded you prepare

the storm is always there.

Roses bloomed in doorways

vines snaked along the walls.

Everything wanted heat inside

and they caused you to fall.

The storm drives the cold things in

and it will drive you far away.

J.S.

#darkpoetry #unsettling #automaticwriting

I am not afraid of you,

you're a beautiful nightmare

I chose to dream.

You are not a stranger to me-

I am a legend you chose to believe.

Don't be a shadow I don't see-

dance above candle flames with me.

Don't cower in the dark

play with the demons in my heart.

You're a mess on my canvas-

you perfect piece of art.

You are not a mystery

you'll haunt me to my last days.

We are never-ending

my love.

Follow me

and be legendary.

J.S.

I met you in a crowded room

I met you in the street.

I met you on the surface of the sun.

I was so nervous I could barely breathe.

You said you couldn't think

so I said we were even.

I met you in the center of the moon.

I met you amongst the stars.

Every shimmering vessel of light

still wasn't as bright as you are.

So I met you.

J.S.