Archive for January 16th, 2011
Empty with worthlessness,
Black screens and space,
Orange furnace too far away to help,
False promises prevent wholeness,
Fences crawl coldly upon my skin.
Relief from people who understand
Is false, manipulating flourishes from selfish
Fulfillment and intentional ruin of
Worthless beings who should
Block connections to prevent
pain from smashed tow trucks
Filled with vases of hate and
Broken trust, flowing with lies.
Look at your life!
You fucked it up yourself!
I Run from these actors and hide,
Accept the worthlessness.
Know that all wish to harm.
Hope to find love in the hidden corners.
Wait for the flowering orange to
Travel quickly across carcasses,
Swim in my hollow chambers.
The motors of love pull,
Battle the cranky nurses
With thermometers and jello.
Motors hum with the deep
Seal of windows protecting
Clothing of one who loves.
Ice will penetrate but
Motors seep with rising rivers,
Bubbles which melt the circle.
Crystals cannot pierce the barrier,
And they continue to worship
Lovers who melt in thermometers.
Friends will love you and care for you until they determine your sickness might alter or interfere with your benefit to them.
At that time, they are empowered with confidences to slash, rip, and tear, and some of them do that.
It is a rare friend who is willing to stick with you.
The ones who stick with you are the ones who truly love and truly care. We are fortunate if we find one.