Friday, September 2, 2016

Birth Rite

This matriarchal affliction seeps through my blood.
A birth rite passed down through the X chromosome.
Great-Grandmother, Grandmother, Mother, Aunty, Sister,
We all have it. Cursed! Cursed, I tell you!
Apparently this loneliness is as deadly as living with cancer.

A forlorn assassin poisoning our hearts and minds.

An August Within

There is a curious void within.
An emptiness the size of an elephant;
An un-fulfillment that won't dissipate.
I feel fuzzy and strange within my head.
All of this moulding to wind up
Someone I don't recognize.
Integration failure.

What do I do with this girl then?
Too old to be young,
Too plain to be pretty,
Too awkward to be charming.
I feel different within.
It's like the outside and the
Inside don't match up.

Trapped within these walls,
Solitary confinement in a dim and
musky apartment with no furniture.
No amount of pictures can make this
Place cozy. It is not home.
Even the cat sits on his perch,

Dreaming of the outside.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Silent Solstice

How do dreamers die?
The way we all do.
Castrated promise dancing in a barren ballroom.

Seed slumbers under ice.
Denial haunting things unseen.
We waited too long, and now it's too late to leave.

Fear not what is inside you,
Rather fear the hole in your heart.
The trauma causes shadow and light to forever dispart.

I used to know what it felt like.
  I used to know what it looked like.
    The noumenon, the void of eternity, endless possibility.

        But now it's so far away.
   



Untitled III (Incarnation Woes)

Swift as a shudder - Probe the sleeping eye. Emanating orbs of passing phases. Caress the carcass - a continuum. Silently shifting under heavy sand. Seven. Three. Splitting - contagiously. Momentum derived from Will and All. Flux is method - veils of no-thing. Reflections of previous eternities. I am the first and - ephemeral. Unseen display of life and death. Encrypted sigil - elemental despair. Weary day succumbs to eternal night. New nature forms - Freed from constraint. But empty as a mausoleum. Catapulted into - The minds of many. Uncomforted by truth, we'll start again.