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1000 Times I’ve Lived My Death

Headlights pierce the dark

Rain slams upon the pavement

City reflected


Stately, gothic bridge

River flowing far below

Cruel rocks gaze up


Speed up. See, just there?

That’s the place, jerk the wheel. Fall.

A freed soul: Darkness


Brooked in an instant

The vision recedes: Coward

Tha-thump, solid ground


House of Mirrors

It’s begun again

Descend, yourself, to madness

Feel the rush: free-fall 


Soul felt vertigo

Every color mixed to one

Or perhaps it’s none


There’s never an end

Spring dawns innumerable

You are the fractal

Little Fly

Fly on the wall,

poor little fly,

you woke to the call,

but now, my oh my,

there isn’t any food at all.

Your ploy, gone awry,

your rest was just a stall,

you’re still going to die,

’tis your end after all.

‘Twas worth the try,

fighting ‘gainst the pall,

but death gets us all.

Missing Stripes

Would a tiger miss her stripes, if she couldn’t make them anymore?

Were her claws dulled and unable to score, would she miss the blood flowing from her own skin’s shore?

Would the wind miss her tortured roar? Or just go on blowing as before?

Would the sea miss her salty tear’s pour? Or would it go on swelling without one tear more?


There’s a peculiarity of mine,
something so dank, so savage, as to be unspeakable.
A lurid creature lurking in the putrid recesses of my upbringing;
undiscoverable, unphotographable, undiscernable, 
yet terrifyingly palpable.
In all technicality, harmless,
a waking dream of pure terror.
Closer than my shadow,
unriddable parasite of the soul.
The antithesis of joy,
the retribution for passion,
unknowable nemesis and bane of muchness.
Fits of passion flowing out,
unbridled joy, righteous anger, simple love.
The helpless subject of a primal god,
my punishment is swift, sure, severe.
Body and soul wracked together with knowing;
worthless, shameful, disgusting, selfish- rude.
Demon unnameable, showcasing the underside of my soul.

Stupid Girl

You’re so stupid, little girl. Did you feel clever when you locked yourself away? Did you think the dark would hide you from the world or save you from its sway?

You’re so stupid, little girl. Did you think that, if you were gone it couldn’t happen to you? Did you think the darkness would save her too?

You’re so stupid, little girl. You’ve been gone so long, you may have missed the worst, but it’s still all wrong.

You’re so stupid, little girl. You’re such a little fool. Won’t you ever learn that all they are is cruel?

You’re so stupid little girl, to think that you are strong. What a foolish hope to keep your whole life long.

You fool! Oh, how I hate you! How long have I wished you dead? And how I long to throw you from my head!

You little fool, such a poor little fool. I should pity you, and what a loathsome fact it is too, that I do.

You useless little idiot. I ache to hurt you. My hands desire to grip your neck. To see the life fly from your eyes and wreck.

You’re so stupid, little girl. Do you even know how lucky you are, to have been huddled away while I got all the scars?

You poor little fool, do you hate me, as much as I hate you? What a dismal fate it is, for us to be one and not two.

In The Wind, Questions

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Do you ever feel the wind blow by and wonder what you’ve missed?

Or peered into the darkness where your heart begat the mist?

Lost ‘n’ wondering in the velvet sky, what questions do you ask?

Facades and pretty colours, is there poison in the mask?

When it’s dark, you’re all alone what demons come to creep?

Forgetfulness and sleep be falling, fear before the leap.

Look before you, look behind you, here is what you seek;

but now the sun is hiding from the moon, it’s cracked begun to leak.