Posts tagged ‘death’

May 7, 2012

One two three

One two three
Heart mocks
A luring thought
Seconds away: peace
Clubbing at you
One two three
A point
Doubling over
Tripling thoughts
One two three
Ours are hours
Fuck coke
Rambling heart
To a
Brain thumping
Two good reasons
Three words
To peace
“Just do it”
Seconds, minutes, hours
Who needs coke
When you have a brain like hours
To stay, pay
To stop it, obey
Sleep? Not think
No more
Hours, minutes, seconds
Three, two, one

March 1, 2012

Date with the Grim Reaper

*Wrote this sometime during junior year 2006-2007

Deadly, deafening dawn envelopes the ending day in which you say:
-a tad bit too late, our eardrums…closed…to your dulling, discouraging body-
Surprised? Doubt on you dieing?
Ah, but we are all bound to be dialed up, to deal with death.
Heed the call, don’t dacoit or daff your divorce from this world.
Confusion devours and dries your daily dreams, deafening you in a…
Damning, Damnable, damnatory to be damned and damnified

Stop?-What is that?-You need more time?
Away from the dale and dainty defining idolized moments, which you have come to adore.
Devise not a way to daggle yourself out of this dancingly, damson, destructive, dank, daft dimension
for it was determined for the damnedest, diseased, dullest, dyspepsia  embodiment of human existence to reside in this life dampening, dolor domicile.

You DOG! Dare not to dodge or doff by dogging yourself to God!
Don’t durst to defy or dunk away or any of your disgusting dupery.
Don’t blame God! Thou were the one who drummed the distracting tune for this due curfew
You drat dud of life, drunkenly dinning your dearly, dutiful, disgusting, ardent pleasures by drooping by drabbing devilishly.

Dreary dissymmetry levels will obsessively dote upon your deserted dirge.
Curse your dysteleology, degage denotation of your dogmatic doctrine of life.
Dwine your dullard divination of escape, not now, its just too late.
The deadly, dieing Dagger of Death dives into your diastole heart
drilling itself through you’re drubbed, dratted body dilating, by the daffs, through your demonic diagnosed flesh.
Dripping, damson, blood canoes swiftly
You just keep lieing there on the dank, damp, dabble concrete that drugs itself with your life.
I see you are a judas my friend, down you will be dropped.
Now your dacoit stands over you sipping your life with such burning sweetness of a daiquiri.
Desire to live brings desperate, daft, doxy ideals. Sorry you’re pretty deep in the dulling ditch.
Anyhow you got to the deck on the dot.
So don’t daggle through the dabble.
This is your end, you are dead. D’accord.

March 1, 2012

Novembers Third Thursday

*Wrote this Thanksgiving 2006, it was an experiment on prose, suffice to say I wrote some pretty dark stuff back in high school

In Novembers end…will you remember?
Grim Reaper has paid me a mortal visit.
Let the slashing laceration begin! Help! His bony, glacial hands cringe around my thin, slender neck. The pressure rustles feathers, crushing them.
His axe sails down. Bloods cascades off my body as thick and sour as cranberry.
A crimson river flows away. The strong current steals dreams…hope…life. Thieving each one with every drop of blood.
My life is a kayaking away, gushing rapidly into the cold cascading death!
An ice age begins from the core of my dieing flames of my heart. The heat, that once melted the deadly cold, is being cooled by the escape of my crimson water in search for warmer lands. All my rivers are being dried up and then frozen.
ENJOY! Enjoy me in the late afternoon as the sun is at its weakest and you are at your cruelest. Giving thanks to the Grim Reaper for doing your dirty work for you. All of your species come together, your pack all around me.
Hunger glows from their eyes as they try to escape their sockets so they too can feast on me.
They lunge at me! Clawing and slicing me into bits. Grease slithers down their claws as they get hold of my sizzling meat. And then…they smash their faces with my flesh. Their rabid mouths gnaw furiously as they crunch and gobble me.
“Why? Why must I be sacrificed so they can give thanks?”

July 5, 2010


Heart ricocheting for a way out
Left right front back
Scrambling to escape
Fingers gripping the coiling serpent
That slowly wrapped itself around me.
Fool who took the embrace with love
Face white with flooding rivers of inflamed veins
My vision blurs as my lungs yelp in fear, helpless
I think of you
Your slender caramel skin and dark wavy hair
I think of you
When I kissed you and your smile
I think of you
When I embraced you with my arms
But as I hold you, you begin to leave
Escaping right between my fingers
The closer I hold you the faster you
into the wind
Until I am left
holding myself
I realize I am alone
And I stop
My ventricles erupt all my anguish
And I die

April 25, 2010