I long to feel the sanctity of your touch
a beggar to assume, to adopt, all that I am hangs by a thread tonight I have no need to get home early; The harshness of the outside world a stutter until the night is over, and some days, when the loneliness is upon earth's dirty store, And the sun upon the cement it hurts to walk barefoot. these struggles for us, of us, where parts of you may live alone inside And I am left out to dry it’s a sadness worth dying for, I swear- no, and through smiling hurt strikes and written in blood there is your name And I am left with, heavy hearts that the children filled with gravel. This piece is a commentary on my relationship with my family, my mother in particular and our clashing views on the world. It is a physical display of the separation between us which is in place with her mantra " No problem is solved with medicine" She has a rather large mental health stigma and believes that medication is for the weak. This collage holds elements of dada from my pasted in words, and holds some erasure underneath the title of the piece "what my mother taught me" I also used some linguistic decoration in order to lessen the harshness of the white boarder and bring the pieces (literary component and collage) together in a smoother way.
Today I breathe deep in the calm that follows your voice
Today I march on Today I hold my sword willingly Today I see you through my helmet I see all of you My comrades My warriors My soldiers All dressed to the nine Fighting your own battles Your own enemies But we fight them side by side Today I feel the brotherhood of this battle. Today the fight doesn’t feel as devastating. For when I look up There all of you are Ready to march by my side. There are days where I explode
Where parts of me are on the ceiling and my rib cage has been broken where my heart is miles away all asphalt abrasions and lungs painting the sidewalk And there are days where I implode Sucking everything around me into the darkness where I swallow stars and the sun grows pale There are days when I lose myself along the back alleys I walk begging on street corners passing out parts of me Like flyers to save the world becoming litter on the ground no one wants to save the world anymore And there are days where I fall apart Where the heart strings wound so tight falter - let go Where I dissolve in the rain of my own storm clouds There are days where I fall apart and my last breath is a sigh. Just leave
please just leave Can’t you tell In your presence Im a ghost Can’t you tell my bloods run dry are you satisfied? Just go Please just go I can’t have you return to the scene of the crime All thats left is my chalk outline Just leave so I can finally cut these ties and survive the afterlife. //Caught you red handed. |
AuthorM.K.B Archives
January 2016
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