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What to do About a Debt when the Sum Equals Your Self...
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Posted:Feb 16, 2022 1:38 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 9:12 am
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I find myself cornered by your love, resentfully gathering the ragged, raging remnants, Of the self I used to admire, assured beyond a doubt that it's the only worthy penance, The only admissible action for the piece of me that betrayed us all, at best, So while you gaze at me so lovingly, I scream inside longing for the rest, Of the soul that I ripped apart, knowingly, awake and aware of the cost, Because I wanted to make things whole for us, for you, no matter what I lost.
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The Curse of Love Too Late
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Posted:Oct 13, 2021 4:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2022 2:23 am
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Why must you found me when all my spirit had been hidden Looking out from my shadows at the light my life's forbidden More torturous than any frenzy of an bloodied cuts is the thought of what I've turned away Though you if anyone can lead my mind astray
Quietly but swiftly you've entrenched yourself in my head While loudly and stridently securing the space left in my bed But you don't know the strength of my demons left untended while I stare into your eyes They've been racing around wreaking havoc on the undefended Still bright parts of my skies.
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Memorial for the Old Broken Portions of Us
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Posted:Apr 17, 2019 3:24 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2021 8:05 pm
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Weaving in and out of shadows in the crevasses of deep solitude I come across a teeming vast array of shining facets arrayed in an utter multitude Of pieces, of memories, of broken parts of self That i hadnt yet looked upon or surveyed in any sense but by stealth.
These parts portraying themselves in an array like a swath of cemetary stones I dont know when these monuments transformed themselves into the bones And knitting together the broken cadavers that have subsumed the lost Waiting portions of my old self are the great threads of strength that the jagged bits have now embossed
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Hollow Eyes
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Posted:Feb 6, 2019 7:27 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2022 10:41 pm
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The tears of the damned flow swift and red They say for their souls and those of the dead But people turn away when the damned cry their tears For they see in those eyes the realization of their fears.
Those eyes so hollow yet still screaming in pain They stare at the world with only themselves to blame Those eyes see deep into your soul, finding all your secret shame Then turn away seeking other sinners as shivers wrack your frame.
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Illuminating Insanity
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Posted:Mar 9, 2018 6:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2022 10:41 pm
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Chaos splintered like floating shards of light Gazing out at the tattered remains of my mind It looks a bit like 'Bedlam" to my fractured sight Shadows not hiding in corners, (as of old) but not yet fully defined.
Why do people want Order and Sanity so much? They all look so repressed, I think I would break Imploding violently at even the slightest touch. The constant contact others seem to require, Fuck im not sure how much more i can take....
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