Siren trash

The voice that haunts us like a siren
she calls us all
Her howls melt away the ice in our hearts
to let our feelings flow like water
If my mother was dead she would sound as beautiful to me as this
Holy is the cold and disfigured serenity that motivates us to hold ourselves in self-pity
and plunge into the cold depths of emptiness and victimhood
Her distorted voice sings me a narrative to drown myself in
If there is no love out there 
I'm not ready
The convictions I hold as cold weights tied to my ankles
haven't dragged me down deep enough
I'll call you when I'm ready
I'm not done brooding

If you loved me, you’d let me sleep

That Blank stare
and those repetitive answers
and the uh-huh's
They irritate you and I can tell
I can see the slight awkwardness between silences
The inhibited second stutter while I read your lips and your mind
Your face hangs loose hopelessly
but your heart beats tightly trying to keep it together
I see you getting smaller but the negative energy around you growing larger
But just because I don't exist the way you want me to
doesn't mean you don't exist to me
I listen to you through your thoughts,
not your words
I love you for what you've done for me
Not what you've said to me
Now come back to bed
I'm tired
I've got work tomorrow.

Everyone’s ugly when they’re dead

The crowns on our heads were made to be bludgened
but for you my dear
It was meant to be the ash tray for my tears
to hold you while you freeze me with the chill of your dead corpse
and if I could do it again I would
to witness your beauty fade into a titanium white hue of your ashy complexion
So I can remember that I love you and that you're 
just
not
here
anymore.
I'm still bargaining with God
But it seems Nature doesn't do second chances

We’ll fall in love in the sky

I'll cry for you now so I won't have to later
But when I stand in the rain
I'll know that you miss me
Because I'll feel your tears running down my face
Trickling down my cheekbones
And gripping my chin to hold me steady
for one 
last 
kiss

Like poultry to the slaughter

Birds that aspire to be doves and eagles
but objectively, pigeons
Fat, dirty, stupid and oily
Failures without even having the knowledge so
Rummaging through trash bins and
scraping by
expecting bread from strangers
and others to share - because we're special
Our incompetence within the hunt only makes us more of a priority
victims with fat chests and fat bellies, 
weak wings and unused claws
Like poultry to the slaughter
Like city-dwellers to the morning train.

True judge of Character

Time is.
It has no shape,
no direction
It doesn't move backwards
or forwards.
It merely is
In a place my poems have not yet reached.
 
But that's okay.
I will wait

Poop.

Your mum gave you the pain of existence.
Art gave you the gift of life.
So who really birthed you
and who really created you?

Desperation in exertion

Do you ever feel like you're climbing a mountain?
A rocky one,
Hard to grasp.
I know I do.
I always feel like I'm trying to get to where I'm supposed to be
Instead of being where I'm supposed to be.
The fight never ends.
But yet, how much longer can I go?
How much longer will it take?
I can't keep climbing forever.
Can you?
FUCCCKKKK! 
I CAN'T STOP CRYING INSIDE!

Each sad song I hear feels like a love letter to myself

We all have pain inside           buried.
We carry it without even knowing
Then we hear the right song
and we feel the pain
so we sing.

Love was never meant to L A S T

“Flawed and Flagrant, I burn into space dust” – Planet Earth

Out of all the stars,
constellations
and supernovas
I loved her the most.
She felt like I didn't,
But she knew that I did.
Maybe that's why she's like this.
She's always been dramatic.
She would constantly remind me of
the ring I gave to Saturn -
But not her.
Not her.
She was the one who literally thought
the sun revolved around her.
She'd ask me if she looks flat
KNOWING THAT SHE'S A FUCKING SPHERE.
The amount of times I could've ended this...
I swear...
But who would I have ended up with?
Mars?
Again?
No.
I can't even believe I fucked that one up so bad.
R.I.P.
I thought this one wouldn't be the same -
It seemed different.
But the cancer is too strong.
I've made nebulas, protostars, quasars - name it.
But I can't make this one go away.
I shed a tear because it's sad to think:
The only life in the universe
 
is trying to kill itself.
 
 
I guess it was never meant to last.