layers

a collection of poetry

[gravityalwayswinslayers]

paper swan

                                 (inspired by effy and freddie in skins)

lying in the hospital bed

you tried to kill yourself

do you have any idea,

that it's me you left for dead?

i sit next to you

you're eyes are closed

you look like an angel, you do.

who knew you had those demons inside of you?

i would take your hand in mine

but right now, it's fragile.

i would kiss your cheek,

but right now, you look so weak.

so i bring the paper out of my pocket

the one with all your words on it

stained with tears, soaked in red,

the one you wrote on before you were dead.

i smoothed down the creases and folded it,

then placed it next to your wrist,

so there, on your bedside table

i left a paper swan, sitting silently still

then i walked out and smoked a cigarette

because i didn't care if this was my last breath

then i ran away, because you have no clue

that for me, there's no future without you

[gravityalwayswinslayers]

monochrome trance

a mindless masterpiece,

an angelic Achilles Heel

a promising pair

a carefree care

a star upon the horizon

a soaring sun

a passing cloud

a secret beneath a shroud

a frothy wave

a charming crave

a leafy tree

a possessive plea

a second chance

at resplendence.

a mind-numbing masterpiece

a crippling Achilles Heel

a resigned repair

a never ending nightmare

a darkness over the horizon

a sinking sun

a crying cloud

the secret beneath the shroud;

an overriding wave;

an indulging crave;

the leafless tree;

a powerless plea;

a desolate darkness;

a game of chess;

a one-sided trade;

a bloody blade;

the comfort of shade

a heavy hypnosis

a skulking psychosis

an inexplicable neurosis

 the blade's consuming k i s s.

a second chance

to fall into a monochrome trance.

[gravityalwayswinslayers]

in a while

the sun is rising

over the hollow town

you're crying

a hollow shout

      a              silent                 shout.

your cracked skin

and wry grin

your impassive eyes

hold

unspoken goodbyes

and

                        guttural        goodbyes

hold

psychopathic lies

and    schizophrenic drives.

you take it in your fingers

and place it on your tongue

and swallow, but the taste lingers

then you smile,

knowing that you'll be happy in a while

[gravityalwayswinslayers]

metallic skins

dissonant.

distant.

deranged.

metallic screams, and

metallic taste

and

metallic          skins

a cacophony of voices -

of screams

of nails scratching against rusted metal

and cracked

             discordant

                                                       guttural       shrieks

dissonant.

distant.

deranged.

the rich silver

not glittering, not shining

just        metallic,

and gray

nails scratching against rusted metal

nails splinter and fall to the ground.

dissonant.

distant.

               deranged.

[gravityalwayswinslayers]

squares

         (inspired by a random painting of squares i saw somewhere around)

squares, surround you

form a box around you

self bound you

scream:

but not a sound came through,

where the hellhounds grew.

the water drowned you;

where the man with the brush drew, and

where the wind blew

stayed only a few

where the hellhounds grew

where i tried to tell you

where i tried to get to you

but the hellhounds did, too.

squares, they surround you

form a box around you

self destruct you

                                                          but not a sound came through.

[gravityalwayswinslayers]

unbelonging

                              (this one’s probably my least favorite)

it belongs to the sky,

a spiral of thoughts and a lullaby

it belongs to the clouds

tears to an ashen shroud

it belongs to the sun

the inducer of a drug, of a new life begun

it belongs to the ground

the foundation, the place where growth is bound

it belongs to the trees

sprouting and perishing with the breeze

and people, do they

have

a place

for everyone?

for

where do those,

the fallen;

with the maps

and the overlapping

lines

where do they go?

where does that man,

who cannot love a woman

go?

and where does that woman,

with all the medicine,

and hair in happy tufts

go?

where does that girl,

with a perfect smile,

and broken eyes

go?

and where does that boy,

with the straight walk,

and the strange talk

go?

even people:

defining traits

feigning reign

even people

belong;

belong to The Fates.