Sunday, October 22, 2017

Me... (un)Too... #unqualifiedtospeak III

Let's triumphantly establish,

      A me too apocalypse of men's shameless ignorance curfew, Howling insignificant virtuous flame  held accountable for the drowning humiliations they are wanton in the most harbinger distant fantasy that hell intends for them an unrelenting and infinite darkness to recognize, For their insufferable toxic inhumanity crimes!

In lieu of our established humanity,
Woe to our future,
Our existence...!

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Me... (un)Too... #unqualifiedtospeak II

Let's dishearteningly establish,

         A me too curfew for the inaudible howlings of our woeful truths, Withheld from testimony because insignificant defiant of equality men support the horrific notion that not even the most angelic choir can motivate a judge or jury to see that 'an invisible action unreported... isn't a crime,' Tragedies the virtuous flames of an unapologetic hell are held by shameless men in darkness as the unfamiliar faces of corpses that align an ending of fear riddled by a disclaimer of none-sense, Their ignorance and actions the true daily harbinger to our peace delinquency of a vast subordinate or else... Conscience,  Accountable unto not a single note of witch their craft whispered into action-ability unto anyone and is subsequent absolutely to blame, Wanton ingrates rife of honest abilities to recognize, That even in the most infinite flash forward or backwards fleeting illogical remote moments ruined in sleep's most unfathomable visions: They're the nightmare!

In lieu of our anticipation of,

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Me... (un)Too... #unqualifiedtospeak I

Let's finally establish,

      A me too curfew, Ending the howling mistrust of a problematic misogyny held as a virtuous flame by shameless men accountable for nothing they achieved in villainy, Either by light or by under cover of the invisible dark... They're living trust disasters, Wanton in the remotest to recognize that they are indeed: The embodiment of a persistent living nightmare!

In lieu of our participation in,
The ongoing dialogue a finality!

Sunday, September 3, 2017

It's past curfew
Oh tilted dream
Wherein I'm yet again angry
An unkept prisoner of sleep
Honestly waiting disgrace
In a prison of memory
Dishonest aptitudes
Writhing to kill
Any peace

Saturday, September 2, 2017

The tattooed heart on my epidermis sleeve
Has lost the vibrant pigments of any happy glow
 And it vigilante hurts as if long past curfew when I breath
Still I meander off to sleep awaiting on another blind tomorrow
A faceless epidemic threat beyond nightmares dethroning my hope
Just another monumentally disastrous uneventful day 
Thankfully I'll just stay hidden in doors
Where nothing but silence happens
Wherein slowly faith bleeds
For if family disowns
What loves is there
For me...?

Friday, September 1, 2017

Every day...
Another great day
To stay behind closed doors
Where the volumes of silence consume
The last happy note of a long discontinued happiness 
As this heart bleeds straight tattooed off this sleeve
Metaphor for the hope dying within willingly
How long till suicide can it be...
When a family has disowned
Does love exist... 
For those like me?

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Continuous tilted dream
Writhing happy pains within
     Angry unopen single groveling cyclopes eye
Kilowatts measure the algorithms of your tears
Never shed invisibly seething and imaginary
Harbinger frets of hopes daring to scream
Disgracing the night as terrors
We wake in puddles of...
Fear; preying upon us
As if we could hide...
From anything
Even the most dishonest mirror
At a moment's weakness reflects our pains
When the courage we portray all but...
Fades... To shadow
Cryptically measured
In light's hidden watts...
As questions disguised as temperate Minotaur 
We cannot ever begin to escape