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Inarticulate Jumble

You never read my words
Unless they’re arrows aiming at your pride
I find it to be pretty absurd
Having to rip your chest like that, out wide.

You feel like saliva in my drink
Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t even touch that cup
Words dig deeper as they sink
You read on my riddles, trying to figure what’s up?

Insults are disguised as praises
Not wise enough to slip it in any other way
Obstacles always come in phases
But this one has stayed since before yesterday.

You never read my words
Unless they’re axes chopping off your head
I find it all straying inwards
When I hurt myself, I make another feel dead.

You feel like smudge on my mirror
Sometimes I hate this face I am wearing in here
Words cannot describe the horror
Can you figure out between lines all of this fear?

I’m the viable vial to poison you
Not deep enough to make through and through
Temptations call upon our names
But I know this one is the one that put us to shame.

I’ll tear your skin and put it over me
As I tore out my heart to make you understand
‘Cause words they cross to make it all unintelligible
Where no reason for reasoning can truly land.

‘Cause my words are inarticulate jumble
That you have no time at all to figure out
I wish that in my pride I was more humble
Yet in your ignorance you won’t know what it’s all about.


From the perspective of someone else

Bodhi – Seoul (Erudire)

This one goes to my father
To my mother
To my God
And all the intentions they had for me.

Implant fictional memories of things I never lived
In this imminent break up, make me choose a side
Such a diabolical plan to take a child to manipulate
Push that love for a cornerstone deep in my insides.

I’ve found my shattered self
In a higher realm
Inside my own
Right where you left my dead pride and soul.

Move me with your strings, like the puppet you think I am
I’ll be bowing my head, waving my hands up, side to side
Dictate all the prayers, and the rules I’m set to understand
Push self-love in a small bottle that I must drink until I die.

This circus that you made of my youth
You made a pact for the cult that was set to sting
To praise a God that never gave a fuck
But now I’ve found a way to be again enlightened, liberated.

Prison of Rage

So this here, you see is what you’re tired of
So this here, you see is what’s gotten you sick
So this here, you see is what I’m made of
So this here, you see is what it’s full of shit.

When I close my eyes, they won’t go away
Even when you’re not here, they just stay
You think I just can shush them away
But they just stay with me every day.

Feelings of loathe and low esteem
Surrounds me to the point I’m trapped
You don’t know how it is, has been
For me to feel like I’m caged like an animal
In this place inside my head
Where I cannot escape
No matter how much I run
How further I move on
I always end up in the same place
Confined in the prison of my rage
Wishing I wouldn’t feel this pain.

This is inspired on a fictional character I’m thinking to write a novel about. I based the character on people I met back when I was younger.


You’re so damaged
That means I love you
I must be attracted to you
Cause the coarseness in me
Needs, wants, desires
To shed a tear
To share a smile
To make sick jokes
About touchy subjects.

You are so cool
Such a twisted sense of humor
Let’s drink wine all night
Cast spirits from our Ouija boards
Call 911
Prank them
Then burn down this
Fucking house
With everything and everyone in it.

We are so disrupted
So corrupted
But is it our fault?
Or is our parents’?

Let’s do something crazy
Like snort some coke
And dye our hair in green
Then drive all night
A hundred miles
Passing lights
Against the transit.

Let’s rob a store
Let’s flip a cop
Jump off a bridge
With rocks tied to our bodies.

Let’s express our ODD
You and me
Break the chains
Of these constricted restrictions.

Oh, dear my,
We have no time to be sorry
Here the doors of hell awaits us
Or of purgatory’s
Whatever is found
On the other side
Of our corrosive decisions
And our need to destroy it all.

We are so disrupted
So effing corrupted
But is it our fault?
Or is our parents’?

Let’s express our ODD
You and me
Bring the walls down
Of this constricted confinement.

I’m not sure why, but I was thinking about my mother and I wrote this…

Valetudinarian and Authoritarian

The simplest answer is the right one
Collective bodies, the sum of clones
Come pinpoint the time it all began
Hurts in my brain and in my bones.

Blood on the wall, it is my own
What you reap is what you sown
You like it when I ache and moan
All the pain I have never shown.

I have some skeletons in my closet
Can’t access the exit doors, when I have to close them
The smell of the corpses ever closer
And I skin one by one, leave them naked and broken.

This domain is for the valetudinarian
And for every other authoritarian
To fetch the placebo treatment
From the authentic hypochondriacs.

Chain Reaction

You say I’m beautiful
Just to call me a scumbag a few minutes later
Words are so wistful
Especially when truth comes spilling clearer.

You say you love me
Just to point at the door every time we discuss
Those are your feelings
And sometimes they burst out just because.

But if I was to respond
That would make me detonate the bomb
And inside of my head
There are a lot of things I still haven’t said.

In the heat of the moment
I just want to murder you
In the heat of the moment
I just want to make love to you
That’s why I keep my actions chained
I don’t wish to unfold a chain reaction.

You act like an angel
Just for later to behave like such a damn bitch
Here lies the danger
I don’t know how to react towards this shit.

You tell me it’s okay
Just for later to yell at me for doing it wrong
No matter what I say
Or do, I just don’t know how to play along.

But if I was to reply
I would make you face your own lies
And inside of my brain
There are a lot of things still inflicting pain.

In the heat of the moment
I just want to murder you
In the heat of the moment
I just want to make love to you
That’s why I keep my actions chained
I don’t wish to unfold a chain reaction.

Cocky aren’t we? Isn’t it typical?
Is it funny when you don’t see it from my side?
Yeah, I’m the king of being cynical
But you’re the queen at ripping people’s heart.


Paradigmatically Contradictory

Mess it up
Or fuck it up
Just like I always do
I guess it must be in my blood
I guess it must be in my bones
I guess it must be in my genes
In the way I was raised
In the lack of love
In the excuse I use
To drown myself in this shit
To abuse the drugs
And all the sleeping pills.

Scream out loud
Or hide it inside
I never could control my emotions
I never could control my thoughts
Shedding the skin that bothers me
Letting the blood roam free
It’s another psychotic way to say I need help
It’s another violent way to say just let me be.

Stuck inside the walls I put myself in
Inside this prison, inside this comfort
As the walls surrounding come closing in
I feel like asphyxiating, I feel like exploding.

Let it go
Or reel it in
Just like I always do
Am I paranoid or just being bored?
Lacking attention or feeling alone?
Being dramatic or being unsure?
Whatever things I may say
Whatever excuse I may use
To drown myself in this shit
Which I love to hate and hate to love
Paradigmatically contradictory
Either I’m dumb or completely insane.

Write it down
Put it in riddles
So no one else can figure it out
So no one else can fully understand
You love being an enigma
Might as wear the symbol of doubt
Maybe I, myself, don’t know what I’m talking about.

Trapped inside the thoughts roaming my head
The answers that might wrong or might be right
As the sand clock runs out to commence the extinction
I don’t what to do with I‘ve left of my conflicting emotions.