A Cup With No Lid

How can a thumb crush?

Pressing mine against the window

I’m looking at the world on the other side

It’s making me so cold in the middle…

My eyes close on a deep breath

As my thumb depresses the up

My spirit is in such a shaking rush…

I’m standing on one leg like a pink flamingo

So pretty to look at…even though I’m nibbling at my hide

I wanna get high and lost, and that’s not a riddle

A light shone down yesterday, it was a little death

I tried to catch it, but I didn’t have a lid on my cup

Gamboling Hearts

Four legs Amble

On sidewalks out west

As our hearts gambol

Trapped in our chests

These are memories that now slide onto my tongue

Down my throat…

As my 10 fingers tap

This keyboard in my lap

Your captivating aura still comforts me as it surrounds

And in my ears…your beautiful love still sounds

Hours have turned to days

Days to weeks

Weeks to months

If I could have, I would have

Convinced you there were ways…

I miss you more than you believe

More than you could ever conceive

via Daily Prompt: Amble

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

Truth Be Lies

I need you, my high…

Never to wave goodbye

It’s me…I asSailed myself

I unrolled the masking-tape

Stuck myself to the should’s and why’s

Now my fingers death-grip the topshelf

And I hang like a decoration-only drape

Looked upon, yet not used…my real-truth belies

via Daily Prompt: Sail

Summer Rain? or Mental Shit-Storm?

This morning my wisdom is in short supply

In my dark matter, fear mushrooms

Rationality was given its walking Papers

And my heart has had a panic attack

Tears have salted my coffee

I’ve lost myself inside-doubt

And it feels like my body is inside-out

 

My mind is a greasy margarinefly

Floating in its dirty fumes

Breathing in its toxic vapors

Fluttering around it fuels my imagination’s thick smokestack

My ID, Ego, and Superego are doing mental karate

And I’m on the edge as they bicker and hoard

Feeling every inch of their triple-edged sword

 

Why does my happiness fall like a rain in summer?

It’s not supposed to…

I need shelter from these thoughts that suddenly drop

Stinging me like acid, they offer no cooling relief

I need to take cover under your umbrella

Will you let me?

LOVE’S SOBRIETY

Love’s sobriety hasn’t sobered me

Instead I am a junkie looking for it to fix me

It’s sprinting and zigzagging down my face

Painting in black my life’s sad disgrace

I’m deeply in love with you, but in bed with him

I can’t Buff this all better, make it appear less dim

So choose the vein you wish to prick!

But go slow, very slow…please don’t be quick

I want to savor the sweet moment you enter me

Right here, right now…in my prime

Because maybe there won’t be a next time

via Daily Prompt: Buff