About my Blog son

Okay, so I'm no professional blogger but, i think I'm pretty freaking interesting, sike. But for real I find cool shit on the interweb everyday now i can have it all in one place, right alongside the randomness that is my life... Be forewarned there will be an excessive amount of profanity at times, that's just how I feel



Writhing in anguish on the subway tile
Is a crimson heap of flesh,
Next to a burlap sack of brown skin.
Field of porcelain knives
Cleave away at a woman,
Mocking her last futile effort
To become invisible.
See, she wasn't always this fracture
Of a person
There were days when her smile
Was a roaring fire in an igloo,
Capable of rendering
Even the iciest glares powerless
Until a few years ago when
Her world shattered
Too many stress points went unchecked
And she broke like a spine
under the weight of the world
In the beginning, it wasn't hard to focus
With the pinpricks of
Precisely placed insults
Figured a nap was the best band-aid back then
Positive affirmations for good measure
Didn't really notice how she was trying
To fill her time with family, music, writing
Anything but what she knew was gone
Could hear it thumping around
In the hollow of her ribcage,
Screaming, like all of her failures
Taunting her in unison
But the only one she ever really heard
Was him
Those words hit,
Like 12 G's of force on the human form
Rupturing her sanity.
Been a shell ever since.
So her nights are all spent like this
Trying to peel away the last remnants
Of existence
And when she succeeds