Doubled

When I look at myself in the mirror,

I turn away, hitting the lights and shielding

myself from the stares. I don’t want to see

their eyes anymore.

Self portrait; 1.

Had fun making this..i don’t think I’m done, but I like it.. It’s not a very good picture but meh

Self portrait with spray paint and some acrylic..i used cotton swabs to paint with

Vibrate

Burn

Dreamer

 

This is pretty similar to the face in my dream last night

Venge

Decided to write a poem really quick 🙂

 

 

Can we remember to

commemorate the life

we never had. We moderate

and date back. Stuck in a

Hellenistic age, we

romanticize our faults.

Bleeding gold, so cheerful,

wanting to be a part of the new

world. Yearning, burning, our

bodies collide. Wishing for breath

we are tossed into flames.

Scorching through time travel,

placed near rivers, lying at

stakes, tied to stone, we

fall. Sinking, until we rise again.

We excrete our revenge onto

those who believe they are

celestial beings. Poisoning

their ideology, We crawl over

their minds and melt into their

prefrontal cortex. Warping their

Thoughts so that they are shaped

to mirror our own. We create a

new form of mind control.

Membrane coated, organ operated

robots, living for our every whim.

Pushing forth greater intelligence

and complex thought patterns,

we unite the improved beings.

We take them by the handful

and store them into enlarged

vessels. Building a clan of

demigods, the world becomes ours.

I’ll Call You Wormy

I like doing weird drawings. I just did this sketch a few minutes ago.

Nocturnal Vessel

It has been a while but this is from last night (at 3 actually)

It’s 3am
And my mind refuses to shut down.
My body is yearning to be moved
With eyes barely closed in this nightmare.
Mouthing words that can never be heard
I’m begging to be lifted into existence.
Clawing at the very bane of emptiness
With tiny legs running over a diminishing vessel.
Moving nowhere and in taking nothing while
Vermin gnaw at my mind
clawing through my eyelids.
Pitch-less screams escape my lips
As rodents escape my being
I am given bristles instead of a hand
I wish for movement but I can’t be heard.
Immobility sets into the lungs as my mind pleads for an ending.
Begging for gray feet to stop running
For extended vertebrae to stop moving
To end the nocturnal flexibilities
I’m awaiting aid from the person near me
Begging as paralysis sets into me lips
For this bed to set me free

The World Looks Better When You’re Falling

I was in bed listening to music as I waited for an episode of Mad Men to load when I wrote this. I had The Broken by Coheed & Cambria (awesome song by an awesome prog rock band) on repeat when I was suddenly inspired; I’m just not sure if I’m done yet.

If you know the song, you’ll probably recognize the first line of the chorus in the title.

Any who, here’s the poem 🙂

Dropping through space,
Heaven, and Earth
Falling through the core and aiming straight towards hell
We crash
into meaningless lives,
destroying factories that create
robotic realities
We watch nano lives flash
before our eyes;
becoming alienated as they die out
Watching broken people dissolve into the ground as more fall from our sky
Never ending movies play before our eyes
The same film stays on repeat yet we never get tired of watching
Staring as the world burns
Laughing at its suicide
Enjoying the seconds as ash
snows around you
Happy that your feet hasn’t
touched the ground
Proud of this scenic route because the world looks that much better
when you’re falling
You enjoy the lives of the broken
Forgetting that yours is over
Ignoring the fact that pity goes
both ways so that they
may watch you fall

We die and go….

Here’s another incomplete “dream while I’m partially awake poem”. Its always fun to feel, hear, and see your dreams right?? Who needs REM sleep.

Dreams of being pinned to mattresses
Held down by forces who get stronger as you scream
Strong souls with no faces ripping at your being
Blank slates causing more damage
than you could ever imagine
Suffocating you
Covering your every attempt at being freed
Begging empty walls to save your life
And you’re alone
Awake in an empty bed
Screaming at your existence
Collapsing
You fall asleep to dream of lollipops and candy canes
Doing a dance in a fire pit
Gruesome faces taunting you
Burning faces smile widely
Grabbing at your flesh
Pulling at you
Tearing you into pieces
Throwing you into the flames and welding you back together
Removing you from the fire to do it all again
And you can’t escape
You try to run away
But you’re forced back
Thrown into a room that didnt contain so much heat but darkness
You grimace
At the stench of burning flesh behind
That is
Becoming masked by
Rotting bodies
You step forward
And you’re in purgatory
A greater hell than you could imagine and you can’t believe you found it
This new place of torture
And you are the master
You bask in the light quickly becoming proud
Quickly changing to fear
Quickly you’re running away
Trying to escape you’re being chased
Its every person or thing for themselves and you’re free game
Fresh meat and everyone wants a taste
You hide
Behind a person you mistook for a tree
Shivering you crouch
Slowly he turns
A small growl escapes his lips
Continuing to hide
You dont notice when he reaches for you
You can’t feel him until the branch like claws grab you
Digging into your back
You dont notice until blood oozes down your sides
You begin to choke on bile as he
Turns towards you slowly
tearing at small pieces of you so that the pain lasts longer