Nevermore

Ensconce me in your warmth,

And wrap my skin in sweet joy.

Bite deep, like a leech-

Sucking away until every last drop-

Of loneliness excretes- from this desperate soul,

Before I sink too low.

Days of isolation sting sharp,

Like a fresh cut.

Raw, oozing blood,

Pooling at the seams of these poorly sewn stitches.

For which I am to blame-

For I am the seamstress,

Sewing tight my own demise.

And I am the surgeon-

Cutting out my hollowed eyes.

For they have done me a disservice,

And I no longer see the light.

Nevermore have I needed hope.

Nevermore have I needed sight.

-N.B.

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If Reason Could

If Reason Could
If for no one else, for me.
I cannot continue living in this half baked hell,
This space-time continuum,
This worm hole of doubt.
I need out-
Of this ever receding hope,
Frustrating confusion.
I’m like a cream puff
Stuffed-
With anger,
As fake laughter trickles up your throat of lies.
Who am I,
But a product of disaster,
A child of the chaos-
That kicks and screams in your mind.
Only respite is to run,
Exit stage left of this show.
No encore, please, I’m tired.
Your point is said, not made.
Paranoia strikes again,
The chaos has won you over.
If only reason fell like rain,
For the soil beneath to absorb,
For seeds of peace to sprout anew.
Then this sickness could excrete from your mind,
And we could rejoice with what’s left of our time.
-N.B.

An Ode to Love

Tell me what it means to be happy,

Because in this moment,

I can not breathe.

As my heart’s song fills the deep valleys of my lungs,

no words escape my tongue,

But bleed purple ink on worn paper.

 

Tell me what it is to love,

The cracks between your fingers.

To know them like my own,

To mend these broken bones,

And convert my jaded tones.

To fill the wells of tears I shed,

And breathe in the sky with these wings, you spread.

 

Tell me how blind eyes see the desires of my soul?

Because the girl who dwells inside,

is awestruck by your light,

Murmuring sounds of pure delight.

Cheerful liquid fills my eyes,

Peering into yours, there are no lies.

Thou, who sees through my puzzled skin,

And paints strokes of beauty, deep within.

-N.B.

Life Boat

Cracking through the sunlight

Of criticism’s dawn.

But wait, turn your light on-

Through the dim mist of that mind

Tiresome, sore, war-torn,

Perspective

You throw around like careless pennies,

Into the water but they don’t sink-

They drown,

Like me, but I’m still holding my breath,

For what’s left-

Hungry eyes peering up through murky depths.

A life boat couldn’t come sooner.

-N.B.