I’m sick, and I’ll always be sick
A parasite, festering inside
A bloated and protruding stomach
This is what will kill me.
A simple bacteria with a
High sex drive
Multiplying and now it’s visible
I can feel it riding up my throat
No where else to go but out
And I will just sit here, waiting
As it cries out to be fed
“I will starve you” I say.
I smile, an evil look in my eye
It has taken over me
It has sucked all of my energy
And here I will wait.
Upon this hill,
Nervously twirling my hair.
This is where I will die.
This is where I’ll end my time.
With no one here except the bugs,
Eating me from the inside out.
Wondering when my last breath will be.
Is it now?
As it takes over and consumes my heart,
And takes over my brain,
For the first time I’m not afraid.
You were meant for greatness
But you’re not really sure what that means
Which side will takeover?
Which side will succeed?
Will it be the side that you favour?
The one that gleams.
Or will it be the side that scares you?
When your eyes turn green.
The side that you fear feels oddly comfortable.
It’s always there for you when you stumble.
You like the darkness and its spontaneity.
The way it wraps you in its harsh melody.
But that’s the side you know you will regret.
So you hope the brightness finds itself in you.
Letting the light take control.
Trying desperately to hold.
The light seems more flimsy.
While the darkness sticks around grimly.
in a satisfying blanket of black.
The only question is;
Can you go back?
let me blow away.
You can’t hold me anyway,
so let me blow away.
so I don’t think you should care.
Why don’t you let me blow away?
I’m nothing, and I
don’t want to do this anymore
so please open up the door
and let me blow away.
I don’t want to make noise.
I want to leave as silently as I came,
no you’re not the one to blame.
It’s me, it’s my shame.
So let me blow away.
I was nominated by Benedict Nicholson to do a freestyle writing challenge. The prompt word was skin. This was really fun it is definitely not my best work but I’ve been in a writing slump recently so this challenge has helped me out! 🙂
You take me
You carry me
You enrapture me
And you trap me
I didn’t ask for this
I long to be free
I long for the pain
I wonder why
Why couldn’t there
be no physical case to cage me in?
Sometimes, I think life would
be better this way
However, the body is more poetic
Being able to be imperfect
and to have challenges to push us
it allows us to work on ourselves
to better ourselves
Without this case of skin,
Without the flow of blood,
And without the structure of our bones
there would be no pain.
Without the difficulties there would be no redemption
And I wouldn’t appreciate laughter as much
without visualizing the crinkle of
your nose and the gleam of your teeth.
I wouldn’t fully enjoy a kiss without
your lips and I think that would be a sin.
So you’ve helped me fully appreciate my skin.
Word Count: 160
Hello, dead eyes.
You’re not doing well.
The darkness is inside,
I’m surprised you couldn’t tell.
Hello, tired eyes.
You know you cannot hide.
Sleep, you will find.
The monsters will have their time.
Hello, restless eyes.
Your stares will not be denied.
The beast is not kind.
Try not to lose your mind.
Hello, beautiful eyes.
You’re now in your prime.
How vain you are cannot be defined.
Your stars will never align.
Hello, soulful eyes.
Out of the dozen you’re the dime.
You cannot be confined.
You help us unwind.
Hello, caring eyes.
You’re the one that binds.
That love is hard to find.
Only your eyes shine.