It's just a powder... White Pressed and covered in an enteric-coated shell... Altering my mind to chemically convince me that I'm well. Branded to fix all the dopamine and serotonin... In lieu of my over-indulgence of caffeine and melatonin. Side effects may include suicidal thoughts and/or actions... Yet misery also holds a certain level of attraction.
Category: My Poetry
Heat
Heat radiates
through the gap
separating our bodies...
Penetrating
and prickling
my skin in waves of
uninterrupted static
through too-thin fabric.
Warmth travels
unabated as it seeps
and spreads
from your flesh
up into my chest...
My body now hot
as I try to catch
my breath.
Suffocation
My lungs stiffen as the air is snatched away. They lay stagnant... silently screaming together in unison... revoked of oxygen and desperate to expand. Relaxing in finality when hope is deemed useless... and the suffocation is too much to withstand.
Acrid
Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
Love Letters
I wanted the love letters carved not delicately etched, so they would remain permanent as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning for where my skin lay in wait.
Sultry
Her eyes appear sultry and smooth as they gaze, with those green- gray irises lost in a daze. Black-winged and smokey-eyed they stare back in eloquence, masking her insecurities with a falsified confidence.
Nameless
In the darkness we are all the same... Nameless, faceless, and meaningless to everyone but ourselves.
Viridian
I never settled on gray... I settled on viridian. I settled on a romanticized intensity seeped in tender sophistication, in hopes to cloak the darkness and cravings for desolation...
Temporary
If I'm not fought for, then I know I'm just a moment. A moment in your life when you needed someone and I was there. A phase... A chapter... A temporary filler for whatever hole you couldn't manage to fill yourself. Used, released, and left to question everything I must have done wrong.
Edged
Her tongue was edged like shattered glass as her thoughts pierced the air... An ambush of sharp, unforgiving words left puncturing the minds of anyone who dared to listen...
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