distraughtgoodnight.distraught by blubbityblub
are you asleep? i hope you breathe easy
i hope the morning finds you well and rested
i'll be awake when you rise, because my mind and body are at odds-
there is dissension within this tiny vessel, and neither loves the other.
there is no fucking space in my soul for two.
but yet i live in halves, a ragged split etched deep,
an impossibility crammed down the corridors of my mind
so that my halls are always full with the drifting of my ghosts
the ever-lurking ache for constancy still sits comfortably
in the pit of my shallow heaving chest; the same one
so full of uncertainty and half-ready love.
but i know i'm not the type you'll be proud of,
i know that you won't write poetry about me.
is it easier to die?
hello, moonchild. i hope you have a good day.
belgardpounding in my breastbone,belgard by blubbityblub
my heart sings and quavers with the stress of existence;
the years sift like boracay sand and my soul is wracked with change
the mind disconnects, the flesh decays
be my skyline, i'll be your wave
and let me return to the ashes from which i came
as i expire, the soul remembers how it was treated
i'll not paint over the cracks in my brittle psyche
instead fill them with rebirth like kintsugi
i have learnt to be whole,
and my thunderous screaming heart may rest.
bromidei'm tired of turning myself into poetrybromide by blubbityblub
how very tired, how very cliche;
i have no stardust running through my veins,
i do not exhale beauty with my breath,
my eyes do not sparkle like arctic shine
it's been years since i've been comfortable in this skin.
i'm tired of apologising and shoegazing
how very exhausting, how very contrite;
i wish to fold into myself and buckle and break
i hope to die in my sleep and take the black
i pray to silent gods who stare down unblinking
that they'll take me away and eat my soul
my ambitions lie unfinished, but strangely-
it's been months since i could rouse myself to care.
spine // a lack thereoftease the discontent through your fingertips,spine // a lack thereof by blubbityblub
spike the rage through your backbone-
bleed your veins of apathy, clutch your pain to your chest;
it's the only constant you know
exhale solitude and snarl through silence,
shriek at empty air-
let the world creep in and make its nest,
smiling in the corner of your soul.
taste blood in your mouth, tongue the ragged wounds,
carved in from the greed slithering through your throat
gather your disgust and
kill something and make sure it kills you too.