Mental Health
Rapidly Firing Neurons
My brain stands poised Rattling On the inside Of my acid-corroded teeth Ready to blow Word spatter All over the screen Bits of dead grey memory Running down the page No matter how I coax The metallic trigger Physically urging it to click I remain silent Full of murderous diction Cocked and loaded No safety Not sighted A violently reactive Concoction Congregates in my throat No way to force The sound into existence Until I open my mouth Heaving, squeezing One more time Expecting another Hollow dud Finally Boom! Detonation
By K.B. Silver about 8 hours ago in Poets
That Which Makes Us
That which makes us Art full In this month of transition heart full All our yesterdays ear full As summer gives way in August (I found myself and didn't love him) hear full Shadows form and dissipate eat full In this month of transition great full On mists of winds of change earn full As summer gives way in August (but I'm trying to love him, to love me) yearn full And life is full of poor players old full In this month of transition hold full And tyrants and repugnant degenerates ick full As summer gives way in August (but love is easier when it's not said in a mirror, when it's said to someone else, at the start of the day, at the end of the night, before during and after play) trick full But good wheat among the chaff ion full In this month of transition lion full Reaching out for safety or security or to feel connected man full As summer gives way in August (I realised too many hard truths. The ones I had buried. The ones I had "lost" on purpose, by order of my ego for self preservation and self contamination) human full Until we all fall one - tranquillo under breath (two three four) full In this month of transition lone full Until we all fall alone full As summer gives way in August (though now we are in November, and I remember and forgive and look at me different, the me in the mirror, the one I find hard so desperately hard to say face to face with partition between us, I love you. But we're in November now and we'll be in November again and maybe just maybe things will be... ) and full Until the fall stand full standalone full
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
