vacant

the house is vacant
there is no one inside
the wind whistles through the windows
rats are braver, they don't hide

the mouth of the door is wide open
exposing broken teeth to the world
even ghosts have left this sepulcher
an empty shell filled with memories

there used to be sunlight here once
when the world was young and colors bright
but now it's all monochrome
every day is colored with the brush of night

and here sits a skull
with a clock stamped into its third eye
that stopped ticking
a long fucking time ago

bumba

grind grind
motherfucker
eat that up
chew chew
then swallow
that's the cycle
fall in line
deep breath
everything is fine

Ugly

This bitter tasting part of me
hangs like a stone around my neck
This clown that prowls my thoughts
Like a belligerent speck
In my head everyone is ugly
If I see inside their heads
Consumed by their own greed and jealousy
Am I any different?
Maybe in their head
I am ugly, too
And while we play these mind games
Time is ticking and tocking away
Would I still be ugly tomorrow
If I were ugly yesterday?

curb kisser

a simple lip kiss won't do, sir
you need to French this motherfucking curb
open wide and give it your all
let the concrete ring the bell of your throat

breathe in the dust and dirt and the scum
lick it and tell how does it taste
close your eyes and let it sink in
through your nose, your mouth, your soul

think some happy memories, it's time
till you feel the pressure on the back of your neck
it rises and rises and then you'll feel no more
black clouds envelop you forevermore

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I don't know, man. This just wanted to come out.

Eat The Water

the taste of water is an alien emotion
that sits in the back of my throat
like an uninvited guest
that refuses to leave
so i chew and i swallow
so i gulp and i follow
where the water pulls me
into places that can't be
through the haze of this maze
this subaquatic place
where the fish swim through my eyes
open in perpetual surprise
eat the water, keep it down
and become one
with the nothing
that haunts everything

chew

the hole grows bigger every day
while we feed it with neglect and apathy
the road grows narrow with the junk we collect
while the mountains run towards us at a snail's pace

the feet gather wounds that scar and scab
while the surface turns hard as the ground
the taste in your mouth is bitter as defeat
while you chew through the boulder you roll up and up

the dreams come and they're same as the night before
while you sink in the pseudo-comfort of familiarity
the life with eyes wide open is a wound that throbs
with the need that craves curiosity

the lock is on the door and it has no key
while blood seeps through the wood like tears of a dead tree
chew chew and chew some more on the mud of life
while the froth drips like poison from your lips

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The four parts of this poem are all derived from my daily life, so yeah, you can say things are going great!

fathom

six fathoms deep
try to understand
if you can
sometimes
there are no answers
to questions that

      linger

unattached
rogue balloons
of words
strung by punctuation
a question mark
is a hook inside my heart

and while I am sleeping deep
below the white and blue
I will think of the question
and the answers I wish I knew