Tear me a grin

On my smooth, smooth skin

My pretty lie

As you leave my lips dry.

Carrion heart

Carry on, heart.

Locusts swarm out

From your plague mouth

Walk like a curse

In your broken-down hearse

Steal a face

From someone's glory days.

Get a high

Through moments gone by

Blind little bird

Caged in fancy word

Live, rotten

Die, forgotten.

#lie #fake #pretend #poetry #mask #life

Apocalypse dreams in chalk

White ash and pink rose

Flashes of our table in the café

Broken vases

Water spills and little thorns

Cigarette drafts, persimmon sighs

Every aesthetic in red fire, dies.

Middling dystopia

Caught in car mirror reflections

You kiss with blood red lips

Right after we have the special on the menu

And I know a farewell by its taste

Ravaged heart

In a nuclear aftermath

Poison smiles and pearly whites

Acid rains in neon nights

While the world is drenched in moonlight

Into the cracks where my world collapsed,

Time, will you walk back

Pick rags from breaking bones

And wipe the slate clean?

#aesthetic #apocalypse #dystopia #farewell #heartbreak #life #longing #love #poetry

The weight of a word often repeated in passing, is only felt in certain instances of obscene focus on each sound the syllable ekes out of our mouth when we utter it, like a sudden press of a machine onto an unnamed feeling, squeezing out its essence, just by giving it form on our lips. Its existence and meaning, unquestioned by the mere averageness and over usage of the word, trapped in insincere, bland sentences, the repetition with which it falls on jaded ears, rendering it incapable of ever being worn on a tongue in all its glory until that one moment, when all is laid bare and your ears have a straight route to your heart, that this common word, this regular sentence pierces the very essence of your being, and you find yourself facing something raw and unfamiliar in the trappings of a familiar skin. You stare at it, caught in surprise, like a deer in headlights, and neither moves for the eternity of a single moment and then you touch it and it explodes into familiarity and commonness again, but not before there is a new light shed on that sentence, that word, that “I respect myself”.

#focus #words #respect #introspect #prose #life #musings #weight