Scribbled Thoughts

Season of death

litters with beautiful,

fluttering bodies

descend on your path

and line the way forward

into the land of cold.

Relax into exhaustion

and jolt away

by others’ laziness,

forcing you to rise

and carry on

when there’s nothing

left to give.

Leave me to harden

overnight

so I may strike back

when others bite into me,

I’ll cut their mouth

and cause a lasting hesitation

everything they feel

I can claim

their stress

so they will be free.

Self portrait of noise

paints a confusion of notes

and flows together

a life of rhythm

no one else can play

but long to hear.

Angry words

jolt you from standby,

mind now alert

for threats you don’t understand,

yet guilt and indignation

rise to respond

before a reply

is even uttered.

Slip into memories

mixed as yours

and felt by many,

letting you experience

what true loss is

and how there’s always something

that can completely

change your resolve.

Eat away my self

and fill the gaps

with a suitable lie,

weaving a creation

that has no personality

except the remnants of yours

you wish to preserve.

That’s all that’s important now.

Choose your victims’ order

so the weaker watches

their protector fall

and leaves them alone,

their only option

to self-destruct

and hope they

take you with them.

Recur my life in a nightmare

and shock those around

at its truth.

Erase feelings

to stave off concern

but crumble as the past

returns,

forcing me to admit

I am not okay.

Expose your insecurities

by attacking another,

accuse of deception

to hide your own doubt

of who you are

and whether you’ve been

lying all along.

Fear is your only friend now.