Hurt So Right.

Oh so much pressure,
building up
inside of
my eyes;
Know that I measure,
many crumbs
in spite of
my size;
For whom I treasure,
to perceive
tonguing the seams
of my mind;
Steeping with pleasure,
belting out
aloud and proud
my cries;
Too low down to measure,
climbing up
the liquid tendons
chopped cleanly rough;
Oh so much pressure,
blue, passive-
aggressive
I love the ride.

Death Grip.

Perhaps I am tired and weakened by things,
being battered to bits by the passing debris…
like the fat trimmed away from the rest of the meat,
flaking ash of the embers dying out on the beach…
Maybe I have embraced at last all that’s haunted me,
held on to the grip, bones broken – skin ripped, undauntedly…
bold enough to cut the ties between, poisoning,
each and every thought I have, all of my memories.

Quote for the Day 11-5-2014

I’d rather stand alone than with someone who’s gonna hurt me.