my spine connects to my mind in a corkscrew motion that never quietly sits still it bends and snaps until it breaks into a billion tiny fragments until the mind of the Himalayan mountains we call sun
rage
eyes gouged, black soul
his actions have paid the toll
you're out of time and i am my own
rage
don't pick up the phone
forgive and forget
rage
he doesn't know who he's dealing with
kill them all
my mind is a rehab; for my religion is a trap
the instant noodles label is my porn to the footsteps of God
orange valentino pumps on shelf with leather boots studded on the sides, teal teacup kitten heels. ominous mask. abstinence of gluttony.
behold the task of the married man at the grocery store. hiding the hijab of tomorrow disguised as the veil of today
another day amongst the busy people
empty spaces
grooves thick with lacquer
once wasabi is around,
crime is nigh
decollage worn scratches
kept warm by a paper straight jacket
eyes open to the imaginary nightmare of conformity itself.
to be evil is to declare non existence of fellow man evil is just the opposing force; not the enemy of conformity.
there's no room for two
pathologically and apologetically
it's a conflict of interest
poisoned chalice
it's all bubbling over now
indefinitely
i picked you red roses from the fire
and even though they smelled of wet death
you still wanted to be forever mine
is this better than you imagined
"you're all i've been looking for"
then why does it feel like
we're still waiting
let's go to the sun, baby
stroking your skin
raw and singe
my ultimate fantasy
bear trap kiss
you have no idea
how i need this
my forest tapeworm, i miss you so
i find myself withered and strained from the war i create. your cannibalistic embrace is not lost on me. in the summer i hibernate. the classic compusure of a delinquent of nature.
miraculously, i lose myself
despite the pressure
to keep what is mine
closer than skin
blindly, i must be
a disregard for others
my mind flirts with needles
but never brave enough to say
it's not the high, it's the decay
i tend to throw things i need away
angel or demon, exile nor king
bare witness contradiction
i like everything i see
needed not like a god
but something more precious
a bright light, a red death
his weight on top of me
with a furious intent
i love you, satan
the behavior of a psychopath is undeniably absurd. similar to the absurdity that every planet has a moon. nature is intertangled and obscene.
if god yearns for death,
how could one blame him?
everyone turns to you,
but who do you turn to?
god is real — he is empty,
and we are all in his image.
the earth cracks open wide
light and love are psychos
saviors in disguise
ten holy days
eleven
twelve
burning bodies
candles on a cake
love goes back in the dark
and light dreads everyday
as my mind unravels
under the heaviest weight
i remember the complacency
of peace is a stranger
to the spoils of war
how long did it take for you
to realize you were someone's food
did you whimper into your pillow
as the words escaped your heart
you hate it here , you hate it here
even if you're the cure
betrayal knows a stillness
their words are a poison
nothing means anything
oh, forgive me
anything is possible
is what that is