EllevenSevenSounds
Permabanned
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2019
- Messages
- 147
- MBTI Type
- NT
- Instinctual Variant
- sx/sp
The Cry of Life, Lord help me, The crying is real, unlocked in the box,
locked up in the fox fur, slunk
Danny stares at me, a millionaire trust fund baby without a care in the world
"Don't be such a downer dip shit." He blinks.
"Fuck you," is the thought.
Silence are the words.
I've done so much analytical work I'm bleeding memories from my ears
Each memory comes with a tear
And each tear, behind it, is a fear.
Sapien moving digits, burnt toes, lord thunk me,
slunk down like a rabbit shot by a pebble off the slingshot of a meddlesome Dennis.
His blue eyes and gaped teeth haunt me - an all American lemon head
but I'm as dark as burnt toast and they see me as a dweller, still whiter than most, stuck in the middle.
The knife goes in.
The blood falls out.
I'm staring up at my assailant. He's darker than me. His skin is dark but his eyes are light. He smiles and takes my wallet. Thanks, in a whisper. Almost dead. Lights fade.
Baptism!
Lord? Hello? Goddess?
Empty room and dark and all, hello?
Are you alive like me?
Anyone there?
Goodbye loneliness.
Her neck is rotting, the cancer is deep. Hello.
Amen. God are you there? She's gone, off the hands like some sand, the hands of life, the air is the band,
the breath is the sound, her chest isn't moving. I cry over her hoping my tears lead to resurrection.
BOOM! It's third grade.
Running with the scissors. I turn around, there she is getting mad at me. No fair she said.
No fair. She's gone. Nobody said that. Found it in a tear. Amen. God? Hello? Nobody. Shit I'm done, kick rock and go. Angels flew here. I picked their wings and let them curl. I let their wings burn like paper in some fire. The edges burnt crisp and flipped up slowly.
God? Hello? Nothing. Not even lightning.
locked up in the fox fur, slunk
Danny stares at me, a millionaire trust fund baby without a care in the world
"Don't be such a downer dip shit." He blinks.
"Fuck you," is the thought.
Silence are the words.
I've done so much analytical work I'm bleeding memories from my ears
Each memory comes with a tear
And each tear, behind it, is a fear.
Sapien moving digits, burnt toes, lord thunk me,
slunk down like a rabbit shot by a pebble off the slingshot of a meddlesome Dennis.
His blue eyes and gaped teeth haunt me - an all American lemon head
but I'm as dark as burnt toast and they see me as a dweller, still whiter than most, stuck in the middle.
The knife goes in.
The blood falls out.
I'm staring up at my assailant. He's darker than me. His skin is dark but his eyes are light. He smiles and takes my wallet. Thanks, in a whisper. Almost dead. Lights fade.
Baptism!
Lord? Hello? Goddess?
Empty room and dark and all, hello?
Are you alive like me?
Anyone there?
Goodbye loneliness.
Her neck is rotting, the cancer is deep. Hello.
Amen. God are you there? She's gone, off the hands like some sand, the hands of life, the air is the band,
the breath is the sound, her chest isn't moving. I cry over her hoping my tears lead to resurrection.
BOOM! It's third grade.
Running with the scissors. I turn around, there she is getting mad at me. No fair she said.
No fair. She's gone. Nobody said that. Found it in a tear. Amen. God? Hello? Nobody. Shit I'm done, kick rock and go. Angels flew here. I picked their wings and let them curl. I let their wings burn like paper in some fire. The edges burnt crisp and flipped up slowly.
God? Hello? Nothing. Not even lightning.