Too Hard

I listen to the breeze whisper a curse.

The blackest of night’s shrouds covered it’s verse.

Insipid the words that worked their way in.

Dragging me down o’er dark vales of sin.

Oh how I needed a friend tonight.

A friend to guide me to the light.

And there you were my friend indeed.

There you were to bind wounds that bleed.

Shining as my beacon calling me back.

Your beauty, your love, made pain retract.

Thankyou my love I owe you my heart.

My light, my saviour, when all seemed too hard.

Less of a face/More of a disgrace

Can you look at how it feels?

Take a peek beneath…

Godless and graceless

A confirming wink

Down it breaks

Before the breakdown

The disorder of the mind

The tsunami of thought droppings

Snapping in half my toothpick cocktail umbrella

Like the opposite of a made bed

I’ve become less of a face

More of a disgrace

Faceless

via Daily Prompt: Faceless

Death Sits Watching

Death sits watching 

Scythe to hand

Looking and waiting

For the weakest of men

He looks for battles 

He watches the wars

He looks to the hospitals

His favourite wards

He watches the lonely

He waits for the weak

He’s watching you

He’s watching me

Death sits watching

Scythe sharpened bright

Looking and waiting

To end someone’s life

 

Daily Prompt: Uncompromising

Moods swing from high to low,

The reasons are there, we both know.

The uncompromising fact of what is.

The compromises in life we have to give.

All we can do is hunker down, let the raids pass.

And pray to whoever is out there for a love that’ll last.

Fuck that! Let them drop bombs, fire shots our way.

I’ll still wear my heart on my sleeve and fucking wave!

I’ll still love you with passion, I won’t compromise.

And I’ll fight the demons til the day they die!

I’ll do everything, move mountains and more.

Cos I ain’t compromising our love, It will endure.

via Daily Prompt: Uncompromising

Swan Song On Repeat

Deadly revolutions

Over and again

Again and over

A tour en le’air

Held in the shadows

Of my doubts

A Cacophony with no rhyme

Pains me without any reason

Oh how vile…my hidden odile!

Her plumes of black

Seducing my sanity

As she pirouettes into my heart

Toe drilling for my poison

Releasing our ritual of reverence

via Daily Prompt: Cacophony

Death by peanut butter and chocolate

I’m falling apart, coming undone

Yet my body still feels like it weighs a ton

If I keep asking, maybe I’ll get the answers

My fingers have become 10 tiny dancers…

Moonwalking through my sharp pieces

My desperation…and depression only increases

I’m slicing, cutting myself open for clues

Wishing I could be fake-free in a bottle of booze

And not trying to plunge through my shit-filled reality

I’m trying to remember your tongue making that saliva filigree…

As I struggle to get to my bottom, behind the curtain

I need to go, of that…I am certain

I need to free my…blockage

All of a sudden…my life feels…Substandard

I can’t reach the bar, of what I once considered standard

So I double-fist my popcorn instead

Each chocolatey-peanut-buttery bit unraveling the last of my sanity’s thread

via Daily Prompt: Substandard