mind games and the urge to put 'em into an end

  • ___7___ 8w

    Sincerity has gotten the better of you,
    no one's talking, who are you listening to!
    Stranger's stories, tender stories;
    like ingrown toe-nails
    stabbing your jittery being.
    In uncomfortable steps,
    with discomfort in your flesh,
    this road you are walking on never ends,
    you must not know.
    Sincerity has gotten the bitter of you,
    you never doze off during living,
    you are not able to.
    An impulsive kiss, then a caffeinated sink
    like an addict's excuse,
    making you cross the line.
    In shuddering smile,
    With a necessary guise,
    you subtly bring your case to a justified close.
    In darknness you choose a blindfold
    Cause what more it could add,
    Into the series of patterns
    of desperate groping
    Cause nobody told,
    you might miss out the shadows.

    _inside the tunnel that promises a journey, not a light in the end of it.

  • ___7___ 13w

    Pity how you fish out meanings so mighty
    from my simple words.
    Pity how you lay them stoically in stacks
    on your heavy heart.
    God forbid you might even spot my state
    hanging from the devil's harness
    like a deadweight upon a tender glitch.
    While in reality behind my ever so shady
    thousand layered twitching darkness
    there's just an idiot, fiddling with the light switch.
    Pity how after every poetry uncounted for
    your lips quiver
    and your tongue thrusts a word back
    into your tempted throat.
    Pity how we are busy invading each other's stories
    overlooking the ones
    our skinfold holds
    as reality pushes Alice down the rabbit hole.

    _Saltine crackers for upset stomachs