a lonely man
ate beetle soup
every day
crunching on the legs,
the pieces sticking
in between teeth
and he kept on rubbing
the heart till it bled
there at the dinner table
–
staring into a cold reflection
of a shiny empty
exoskeleton
motivational quotes girl
Emily
waltzes through
fields of the lost marbles
spinning in her new flower dress
burning sacrificial pits next by
play trombones
and Emily kills
a kind stranger throwing
him in to play
a new note of vanity
she strikes a pose in setting sun
and quotes
the sacred knowledge of Petite Prince
feeling divine
while trombones echo the note of emptiness
at nights I dream of
a bird, sparkling blue
red, blood dripping beak
morphs
patterning into
heartbeats of lovers,
tapping fingers of anxious,
fluttering eyelashes of mourning
a bird, pulsating purple
gold, god speaking beak
springs
melting into
infinite sky
melting
meltin
melti
melt
mel
me
me
it becomes me.
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i have never been given
a voice
to speak out the
profane the
insane
∴∴∴
covered my mouth
with wounded palms
i stumble, standing
up
legs don´t carry
waters ripple in a heart
as they throw stones
in my mind
glitching
i hold up
eyes openbrushing the dust
off the thrones
where they sat on the right
in the hands the magdalenes
saint whores
glitching
i hold up
eyes open
∴∴∴
i have never been given
a voice
to speak out the
sacred the
insane
prologue: inhumankind
wriggle through
slowly, dripping,
sinking down
i gasp and
the tears sprout
blooming in
rotten blossoms
all gods kneel,
gazing down
as the inhumane (the one they used to call a human)
steps me over
-your soles are covered in the blood of your own kind
i gaze up
-what a callous game we play
birth of me
unknown poetry
is written to the universe
a dimmed forgotten
sunrise of indigo blue
gallops through, leaving no echo
no trace
flows in the veins
forming Existence
10:08 am
as people pass through
forming a wall of white noise
a thought crawls up
my chest
kissing the collar bone
peeling the skin off,
ripping the heart out
cells of debris
i am a form of everything
eternally broken
cells of perfect order
i am a form of everything
eternally divine
all that’s in you
all that’s in me
as people keep passing through
disappearing into
the wall of white noise
shrine of a broken mind
bitter, tired
a gong echoes
in the head
as you scoop insides
of yourself
pilling them in front
creatura of sorrow
painting canvas of skin
creatura of lies
blood,
liquid gold
seeping through
the eyes
you kneel
bitter, tired
a gong echoes
being your heart
a theft
the iris of an eye cracks,
shattering down in marbles
echoing
the forgotten
the forbidden
ringing
the punishment
of needles and stones
in the cavity of a chest
so holy, full of lies
so merciful, full of hate
you kiss the palm of a hand
and collect the iris
of my eye
creating a half-souled brute
in the player
becoming the game
i melt from
everything into nothing
grasping your fingertips
as a gust of wind,
a roaring echo of the rain
reverbing into
the slow heartbeat,
a moment
becoming you.
a game one never could win
and never could lose