Raspberry Rain

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I wake at night:
Freeze.
Blood sluggish. Slow.
Mist, gray pulled like a veil across the eyes
Spiderwebs tangle limbs.
Bound.
Can't breathe.
Pain, bubble trapt. Rising from the gut. Choking.
Sound is muffled, echoed screams reverberate.
Pressure waves against the eardrums.
Crack.
They are gone.
Blood of my body excised.
Forever bleeding.
Cold.


Remember the reason:
Duty, not a burden, but a weight
Carried on the shoulders as Atlas might.
Barbs pierce skin,
Spear words slide through muscle and tissue,
Analysis crush bone.
Broken husks unmade with observations,
Are remade stronger, devoid of insidious weakness,
Dark skies at Night sing sweet hymns to strength everlasting.
To a lack of weakness.
To a shield against possibilities negative.
Valor and love heavy,
Like the Earth across my shoulders.


What am I fighting for:
Walls spring up
Mushrooms popping through the forest floor
Rooms filled with voices
None speak the language I most wish to hear
Faces move behind a veil of Vaseline
Seen but distant, vague and blunted
Mine but not familial
Familiar in theory
A key no longer fitting her lock
Where has the tumor grown
In me or them?
Close my eyes,
Whispers of the dead sing me lullabies
All I want to do is sing along.


XoxO
Hey baby
Shake baby
Your pollen is a callin'
All the bees for miles aroun'
They see how you glisten
Petals flexin' in the sun
They catch wind o' your scent
And your way they fly
But if you'd only see me
Baby, I'd be your humble bumble
The sweetest little bee
Sting.


Puny God:
Words spit acid rivers
Coursing down an undeserving face
Cut deep rivulets
Sap the strength of the righteous
Shatter fragile bonds
With retard's might
Stupid
Stupid
Dumb
Short sighted
Push away strength freely offered
'Stead of nurturing
You're culling
Whittling away at bonds of loyalty
What do you think will happen
When the last fiber bond
The last tendon of kinship
Is severed under your talons and harsh judgements
Where will we be?
Weaker.


What The Fuck:
I thought I was on your side
A shield against the raging tide
For a moment
Thought I'd found
Fuck I don't know
Something
Refuge
Instead you bite my hand
You don't want my help
I'll never be
What you want or need
What the fuck is my purpose
Losing sight of my point
This poem sucks.


Diary entry:
So alone
Alone alone aloooone
Alone alone
alone
alonealone
alone
All by myself
What do I do?
Where do I go?
So tired.
Pathetic
Ronin

Nothing


Honey:
Hot fire, slick, slimy, sweet
From Bourbon kisses, Whiskey shivers
Expectorate splat onto rosy cheek
Redlining temper flares
Fists are swinging
Target's stationary
Warning sign signal flares
Redlining charger stays
Bone meets flesh
Untouched flesh meets fleshy bone
Bile rises, contact continues...

I can't do this.