
(this was once just a journal but someone convinced me to make this a submission. interpret it how you will)
contracted hypothermia on the side of the lake
long frozen over with regrets we forsake
penguins only dream of ice skating across it
the soul is a sink and the heart is a faucet
sometimes i wonder, why you break all my plumbing
veins all asunder, but there's no scars, just numbing
a penguin slides over and washes his wings
the greatest sin ever, reducing people to things
but no amount of soap, or unholy water
can cleanse away the pain
that's inflicted on others.
but you have utter faith in me, firm and divine
that i can rise against the monsters, each intertwined
but what if in the vileness, all the evil's just me?
could your arms, by squeezing tighter, set all the good free?
am i providing life support for
an atrocity in the womb?
just tell me what i'm living for
and i'd gladly head for doom.
my tears are forming icicles
as they murmur to the ground
a thousand different languages
that fail to make a sound,
they coalesce into one word
with variance on the syllables
and whether or not it was unheard
what's said remains unkillable.
a polar bear is snoozing on a snowy hill nearby
dreaming of auroras that are the color of his eyes
the penguins are pointing upwards
and name the skylights borealis,
the night is having seizures
and i pronounce them horrorealis.
i inject the air with psych meds
and i collapse with tachycardia
my breath betrays my sole intent
i'm craving every part of ya
my shorts drop down to my ankles and i exhale just like the static from an airplane's SOS over the radio just before it crashes into my body
heat unable to thaw the snow around me
now all i desire is just to sleep soundly,
but you embrace me tightly before my sleep is eternal
and i should've known that our love was nocturnal
but that's all day long in the hell that we're in,
someone ate the sun and only penguins sneak in,
the birds in their tuxedoes are gushing and crying
for a case of double martyrdom where nobody's dying
your lips send shocks through my nerves,
defibrillations
you rend me and heal me through my crimson
susurrations
contracted hypothermia on the side of the lake
long frozen over with regrets we forsake
penguins only dream of ice skating across it
the soul is a sink and the heart is a faucet
sometimes i wonder, why you break all my plumbing
veins all asunder, but there's no scars, just numbing
a penguin slides over and washes his wings
the greatest sin ever, reducing people to things
but no amount of soap, or unholy water
can cleanse away the pain
that's inflicted on others.
but you have utter faith in me, firm and divine
that i can rise against the monsters, each intertwined
but what if in the vileness, all the evil's just me?
could your arms, by squeezing tighter, set all the good free?
am i providing life support for
an atrocity in the womb?
just tell me what i'm living for
and i'd gladly head for doom.
my tears are forming icicles
as they murmur to the ground
a thousand different languages
that fail to make a sound,
they coalesce into one word
with variance on the syllables
and whether or not it was unheard
what's said remains unkillable.
a polar bear is snoozing on a snowy hill nearby
dreaming of auroras that are the color of his eyes
the penguins are pointing upwards
and name the skylights borealis,
the night is having seizures
and i pronounce them horrorealis.
i inject the air with psych meds
and i collapse with tachycardia
my breath betrays my sole intent
i'm craving every part of ya
my shorts drop down to my ankles and i exhale just like the static from an airplane's SOS over the radio just before it crashes into my body
heat unable to thaw the snow around me
now all i desire is just to sleep soundly,
but you embrace me tightly before my sleep is eternal
and i should've known that our love was nocturnal
but that's all day long in the hell that we're in,
someone ate the sun and only penguins sneak in,
the birds in their tuxedoes are gushing and crying
for a case of double martyrdom where nobody's dying
your lips send shocks through my nerves,
defibrillations
you rend me and heal me through my crimson
susurrations
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