sweet

[SHATOUSHKA]

the awkward unnatural progression of events,
Leading to the spectacular dissarray of
Everything I know,


simply stunning

[Hannibal]

without knowing it, i've let a nugget of good come from my poetry~
this must be stopped!

[Hannibal]

Like honey dripping from a fresh womb,
My mind is swollen and releasing,
Ever so slowly
it's pain laiden contents.
Tumbling, spewing forth from every oriface
Of my BE-ing.
the awkward unnatural progression of events,
Leading to the spectacular dissarray of
Everything I know,
And the world whom I loved-
leads me into a path of self worth and self-destruction,
similiar to the crown of thorns upon jesus' head.

Seeing through misty clouds
has become something I am inept at doing,
proceeding painstakingly slow through the darkness,
Falling into the vast reaches of my mind,
So deep and dark,
this crevice,
It swallows me.
While it spews you out,
me out,
Holding me in.
Not letting go to anything,
But getting rid of everything.
I can't help but attempt
To climb this twisted staircase again,
And pray the rails hold me in.