Part 2 - PATIENT PAPER
PART 1
The gutter dripped and the raindrops rapped hard on the kitchen window. My eyes were already open. The bedsheets felt cold and damp. The shutters in the living room rattled with the wind gusts. I’ve been staring at the dark ceiling for nearly three hours. I sat up. Sleep was busy somewhere else.
Another rotten night. Continue reading “the lion roars (1)”
wish to wish the words will flutter
in the wind of greed and hunger,
they will whisper about lust and rage.
in the back of your cranial maze Continue reading “hole in the middle”
I can’t wait for those nightmares
bad choices snicker at my scares
on the fence, I’m drying my sins
guts of a scapegoat fixed with pins Continue reading “said and done”
This what you get,
if you look for yourself.
This is what you get
if you lost yourself. Continue reading “things from hell”
… The truth that,
my blood is black,
my heart a stone,
my face made of paper- Continue reading “murderpoem”
Useless map in my hands, gripped and folded neatly
It’s not where I’m supposed to be, not even nearly…
Where I’m going roads aren’t leadin’, but still needed.
There will be elementary darkness, when greeted –
Solid shadows from the balanced side of hell
lighting up torches of flesh, judging by the smell…
Nothing will flash its presence, to where I belong-
like crumpled up paper – my body won’t respond,
killing synaptic inferno, chemical burn dying
no more sparks to be gathered to a lightning
no more sweet moans, or arching back, no grace
nothing left to be released, diffused into open space…
Capture the blazing oblivion in irresistible pain!
Blinding gaze of ignorance … so stupid and vain.
years passing by
daily struggle, bread and fear
I don´t want to grey
Hurt may be the only
proof that my mind exists.
Poems that my heart beats.
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Don’t drink my salty tears
– you’ll stay here, with me.
Forever alone.
THE STORY HIVE 