final piece

FINAL PIECE

" letter to my younger self "

LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF

I write this letter for you

a note filled with the sights from

the sky and skills from the sea

Let my words be carried through the wind

and race on the ground, eager to get to you

climbing the mountain of necessities

spoken word:

" progression "

PROGRESSION 

Clean air welcomes my lungs.

I exhale and it leaves me, flying out my

body and back into the air, greeted by

gluttonous capitalism.

Rejoice of belonging embraces me.

Your soft touch eases me
into the ascension of prosperity.

Eyes filled with approval

bore into my own

I discover the hidden potential

underside my doubts

personal stature divine.

spoken word:

" nobody would notice "

" NOBODY WOULD NOTICE "

A single leaf, painted in the colours of autumn lay soundly on the snow, untainted. Nobody would notice. For the common visuals of the snow covered land had been etched into the minds of millions. Details are of un-importance. And if the colour in my cheeks were quick to fade, nobody would notice. For the passing days that my cheeks were rosy and my eyes were bright, not a single being would be eager to point out the change in sight. Flooded with a tsunami of insignificance, I fail to repair my warped sense of thought. Mental chaos. And so, I discard the ability of benevolence and authenticity. Giving in to the masters of compliance and social norms. Nobody would notice.

spoken word:

" who do i need "

WHO DO I NEED

My heart warms at the thought of

Those whom I have not met,

Stranger souls.

Prepared to burden myself

With the feeling of

Loneliness yet

It is not enough

I long for the touch of

A hand I have not yet held

Imaginary interactions monopolise

My thoughts. Familiar faces and created

Connections soon

Detach from my memory

Dominated by the affection from

The unknown, I comply

spoken word:

" desensitisation "

DESENSITISATION 

It creeps up my neck

Transformative unpleasantries.

An unshakeable demon clinging to me,

Devouring my explicit discomfort

Involuntary hospitality.

Repulsion pricks at my skin

Contrasting with the beating of my

Heart that resonates through my ears.

Each erratic beat is a taunting reminder

Forcing my own aversiveness

Upon me.

Persistent exposure brings me

One step closer to

Numbness. I become stripped

Of remorse, affection, feeling.

But what is it to feel? I wonder

For this intriguing notion is

Unbeknown-st to me I

Learn to keep away

spoken word:

" look at me, look at me, look at me "

" LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME "

You stared, hopefully. Silently wishing. Praying, for I was your messiah and you an indebted servant. Though I hung on a wall alone, I never left your side. Dependent on me to show you false truths, I became a crutch for emotional injury. Look at me. You know you want to -- need to in fact-- we know you need to. Who else but I can supply you with sufficient fallacies to get you your fix? You in return gift me the pleasure of watching you. Witnessing you self-destruct. Your broken spirit, an untold desolation. Beg me for the reassurance you seek and never avert your eyes from my gaze. And if anyone asks, tell them we’re fine.

spoken word:

" mental contamination "

MENTAL CONTAMINATION

It came and never left

Like lightning, their presence

Flash through my thoughts

Corrupting my serenity

The aftermath burned into the

pages of my memory, a

Trilogy of agony I

Cannot keep shut

My misery everlasting as

I watch as they

Ignite in disarray, now

Overcome with obligation to

Sweep away soiled pages

spoken word:

" compulsion "

COMPULSION

Persistent horrors come to life

At the tips of her fingers

Tearing at the skin, a

Barrier of protection for

Long lost sanity.

It watched her, still, inanimate

Subconscious begging

Do it, do it, do it now

She was nothing more than

A vessel, tortured convenience

Mental discomfort

Eternal endurance did nothing to

Quench the thirst of obsession

Wrestling with the leaders of her

Own jurisdiction

Fighting for resolve

spoken word:

" wherefore art thou, envy? "

WHEREFORE ART THOU, ENVY?

Do you feel that? Your body, becoming a playground for the children of discontent. They race, eager to trample the presence of selflessness. It begins a mere itch, meaningless. Nothing more than a passing sensation. But that’s all it takes. A predestined ambush. 

Bodies of bitter soldiers charge at the dome that conceals your truth. Slaughtered purity, defeated compassion. Its sinless existence washed away by the torrential rain of corruption. Inside the tainted soil it breeds. Opportunist. Thereupon the battlefield of resentful longing, it blossoms, its sight painfully beautiful. 

And within the historic ruins of the mind, there begins confusion. For spite still envelops the air, its discarded appearance does nothing to alter its everlasting occupancy. 

O envy, envy! Wherefore art thou, envy?

spoken word:

"desperate dissociation "

DESPERATE DISSOCIATION

I don’t want to go back

To the shrill sound of authority

It's aggression is a fear I

Can’t bear to overcome

Please don’t send me back

Allow me to play pretend

Just for a while longer

spoken word: