Raw

Savage and ruinous

The lines will be crooked

The colors will be vivid

I am fast and I am ruthless

No shadows, no highlights

Only raw expression

Like lovers fucking

It has to be this way

I’ve lost all else

But this remains

 

-Abstract by OurDepression

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When my evil swarms

I get high off the fumes while I walk the line

 

Parade

Years ago I left the tribe

Now I am on the fringes

Peaking my head in the circus tents

Catching glimpses of how I’m supposed to be

I can’t make sense of this parade

Stronger than life

Welts are growing on my chin

Scabs are glazing under the muscle

Deep impacts from the knife

Scar tissue

When it all breaks

I lean on my mistakes

Cause I can come alive

Love will break the chains

I’m invincible

My legs are throbbing

From the battle

Swords are heavy

So I use my fists instead

Bashing life’s head in

Feels more satisfying anyways

I have a few words to share

With the demons that haunt me:

Kiss my ass

Survival

The war ripped my head off

Splayed my arms wide and tied them off

So there wouldn’t be much fighting

But I still grit my teeth and spit

A whole lot of things can kill me

But this isn’t it, this isn’t it

I survive on a fierce breathing

Far from success, farther from death

Life is pumping iron and shadow boxing

But my chest is big and heaving

I stand face to face with gods

Asking for the hammer and the fist

They offered the belt but I say fuck it

Give me the hammer and the fist

Because fuck them

Bitter Coffee

Write another sticky note and slap it on the fridge

A promise to myself for a better life

But life has promised me something else

A hard line to follow, a shattered functionality

 

The shit got broken a few years ago

Rewired for a new reality that I never expected

Now my walking is full of fear

Highs up high, lows down low

 

The crazy thing is

If I had to do it all over

I don’t think I would change anything

Because I’ve been shaped by all of this

 

I’m strong in my vulnerability

There’s beauty in seeing the thresholds

My taste for life is enticing

And bitter coffee can be enjoyed some days

Cowboy with no calling

 

I suppose for now I will ride a lame horse

Shouting empty proclamations

A lopsided farmers hat resting on my head

Toy revolvers hanging out of my pockets

I may look foolish

But I swear a heart still beats

Under this one size too small cowboy outfit

Struck by life

You break me into pieces

A red and white swirl candy

Fracturing and splitting

Underneath a ball peen hammer

There’s fingernail marks on the walls

Grooves carved into the cement

From crawling for the ceiling

To make my escape

I let the bullets fly around me

Buzzing in a red haze of fire

When I’m hit by a stray

It knocks me off my feet

 

Permanent

The exquisite is in storage

Behind a maze of doors

Some leading to nowhere, Some to hellish rooms

I don’t wander too far in

Without being brought back where I started

But the light is always leaking out

In one way or another

It catches my eyes when they are open

Usually I am sleeping

Dreaming of things that aren’t real

The man said this might be permanent

Experience of Existence

Discovery

Rising up to a new age

Riddles unwind

Showing their nature

But not the answer

Florescent blue and red

Swirling in black depths

They do not light the water

I am more lost then ever

But I can feel my body breathing

And that might be all there is