Liquidinfernos blogg

Spilled ink (2)

22 januari 2013 kl. 19:13

I’ve never laid
an angry hand
upon anyone in
my whole entire
life

i don’t feel
comfortable
with anger

i used to take it
out on things
that don’t feel

when you called
that night with
that news i
let the refrigerator
have it and my
knuckles turned
purple

the closet door
of my childhood home
was cracked in
the center where
i let loose after
another one of
dad’s tirades

i’d never touch
a person the way
he did me

i’d save it for the walls

i’d save it for the
doors and counters and
tile floors

and i’d look at my
bruised hands and realize

i’d been saving it for
myself

---

Spilled ink

22 januari 2013 kl. 18:17

I tend to forget
that I am a chapter
instead of a prologue,
or even your entire book.
I tend to forget
my fingers aren’t the only ones
that have explored
your every body part;
wandered across your
chest as if gathering flowers
(afraid they will wilt);
tickled their way
down your spine;
tried to catch
your moans before they could
escape your lips.
I tend to forget you have loved
before, kissed
before, felt at home
in someone else’s house,
touched someone else’s body,
heard someone else’s cries.
I guess
I tend to forget that you, too, have
a past and that I, of course,
will be a part of it
one day.
I will be another collection of yellowed
pages full of faded sentences, ink stains,
memories.
Just like the others.
Just like them.

---

things.

19 januari 2013 kl. 16:55

My best friends parents care about me more than anyone ever has.
More than mine.
I should've been born into his family.

---

shoot me

18 januari 2013 kl. 02:02

I just made my friend cry..
I should get the Nobel Prize in being a bad friend. ugh.

---

What is everything

18 januari 2013 kl. 00:55

Attitude is everything
The way you see the world
Environment is everything
The place your flag’s unfurled

Altitude is everything
The higher up you go
Education is everything
The more things that you know

Seasoning is everything
The flavor is the thing
Preparation is everything
The skills and tools you bring

Reasoning is everything
The purpose for this show
Reparation is everything
The sins that we let go

---

I see

18 januari 2013 kl. 00:13

I see a sea of victims,
I see a sea of shame,
I see a sea of familiar faces
Whose struggle i couldn't name.

I see a sea of determination,
To be more than who you are,
I see a sea of defeated,
Of whom society has left it's mark.

I see a sea of depression,
I see a sea of anxiety of all ruses,
I see a sea of the helpless in marks,
So no one could identify the bruises.

I see a sea of the self-inflicted,
Those who wear their hearts on their wrist,
I see a sea of shame,
For those who scars have not been kissed.

I see a sea of the abused.
Whose lives are results of rage.
I see a sea of silent horror,
Of the beautiful and the caged.

Of course i'm troubled with my sight,
Blinded by the world's pure vice.
We have come so far, but not far enough,
Because happiness has become a lie


Things that comes to my mind when i'm sick

---

41 grader.

17 januari 2013 kl. 16:56

Körtelfeber.. not funny.

---

Average

16 januari 2013 kl. 20:48

Aren’t you an average looking child,

Not very pretty,

Not particularly ugly,

Just very plain,

You could be the clone of a million other babies,

No special talents,

Won’t learn any exceptional skills,

Just smart enough to feed and clothe yourself,

And not walk in front of a bus on accident,

Sucking up air,

Taking up space,

Welcome to the human race.

---

Breathless

16 januari 2013 kl. 12:04

…And just for a moment
the smell of your memory
danced under my nose.
And I awakened, as I inhaled
everything I remembered to forget
Consuming me
taking root within my lungs
filling my essence with
aching nostalgia

I’ll breathe you out of me
every night
and gasp for air with the morning light.

---

No title is a good title

15 januari 2013 kl. 21:43

Bandage her wrists
paint on her face
straighten her hair
and put her in place.
Dress her in colors
hide all her burns
cover the bruises
and watch how she learns