missing

is there a reason why my heart beats? is there a reason why my lungs continue to draw breath? the air that keeps me alive,the blood that flows through my veins,nothing is enough to fill the space within me,an empty vacuum of nothingthat used to be something that used to be everything but my soulContinue reading “missing”

stresses

forever lasting stresseschilling me to the bonetill my fingers are numband face is blue,the pages that pile upthey say for my gainmake my breaths chokemy throat seizesat the red letter marksdefining my gradesrhythmic stampsof classes passed and checkedthe failure of failingis too hightill my hair is clawed outbloody tear tracks down my eyesand sleepless nightswithContinue reading “stresses”

empty space

there is an empty space the spot you last vacated angry words and heavy sighs whispered truths and shouted lies apologies now forever unheard speaks volumes about last words regret and tears our bitter drinks topped with fears come true nightmares alive drowning in silent cries shattered glass on the ground red strings of fateContinue reading “empty space”

fall of the arrogant

they saw with dollar signsdug into their eyes, they drank the wine of the gods, laughlike they beat the odds, drunk themselvesto the edge of their superiority, dionysuscovered his eyes in pity, the fools didn’t knowthe storm ahead, the bow aimed at their heads,but still they drank, trapped in chainsof the blame game, dregs ofContinue reading “fall of the arrogant”

papillon

rusted chains snap with a metallic clang of finality. you tied me up with ropes that chafed at my wristthrew me in a dungeon, submerged me in ice,is it because i refused to paint your golden palace floors in yellow bloodred droplets in a circle – the choker around your neck – yeah, i bleedContinue reading “papillon”

rambles of the lost

if i were to start writing about my lifemy pages would stay blankwith unfilled lines, maybe the occasional scribble,the doodles that bleed through pagesinto the wooden desk underneathand my finger – a drop of blood crowning the tip – will shake till a masterpiece of blood and tearsadorned the page – these rambles trip andContinue reading “rambles of the lost”

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