Poet Introduction I've been writing for about eight years. I mostly write about my struggles with depression and anxiety but sometimes venture into politics, love, and almost every other topic. Most of my influence comes from music.
I Attempted Suicide And All I Got Were These Lousy Medications
I have exhausted the limbs of salvation By doing absolutely nothing with everything Grandfather clock coughs by the seconds We shall harmonize, he and I Burning cancer to choke out desperation Freight train in my guts derailed from the smoke I shit out steel and bones after every meal And then cut myself on the remains This world would be dead if I wasn't drained But the western hemisphere is going numb anyway None of it really matters at all These pacifiers in an orange bottle I suckle They only delay the digging of an honorable exit
I love it when I stick my tongue down your throat Sewage pours from your mouth like a junkie's last breath And when you rummage your fingers through my guts It feels as if there are tornadoes tearing up my stomach We hold each other as the grass below us blisters and the world burns Debating whether or not to throw the other into the fire
She asked me what sex is like and how it feels I told her it's like a meteorite crashing into the earth A wide extinction event caused by an addition of mass When we push the virus through our gaping pores When we launch our children into the visible unknown One must wonder if the human race ever actually evolved Or if it still latches onto its neanderthal dreams Fascinated by the fire that slowly raptures us all
I. Funny how a romantic becomes a misogynist Like a chameleon who canít control his defenses Or a homeless man who wants nothing but an embrace Knowledge is power, this is true It is a weapon I use against the Goddess Before turning it on myself
II. Sick of sickness and tired of lethargy I focus my taste on the patches in the atmosphere And listen to the drum circle below the bones They gasp for sympathy and understanding I drown them out with cigarette smoke
III. Complacent are we, prisoners of eagles Trapped in suburban...
I hope this bastard world eats itself and chokes on the crumbs I hope love hangs itself from the cracks in the sky I hope my part-time friends collide into a pile of bones I hope politicians are eaten alive by the streets I hope the orange people fall apart in the snow I hope I fall asleep under the sheets of forever
If I were to give myself to the steel You probably wouldn't notice at all If you did, it would just be an afterthought A stuck thorn you use to gain sympathy Then promptly pull out when satisfied My depression is like the vine it came from It grows until it strangles the child watering it Then hangs his body high where no one can see Except for the dying angels and vultures
I am an animated adolescent Who lives in a colorless suburb My girlfriend is a mouse or a rat I can never really tell which She talks in smoke rings Above the music our town makes Every Christmas there is a sleepover And the whole town argues over where I usually just hope itís not here Because I feel ill in this gathering Some rockstar said I have cancer Itís localized in my tonsils That I keep in a jar next to my bed