Duct Tape

Wrapping me up.
Cocoon of sticky bars.
Silver. Matte.

Covering my mouth.
Binding my hands.
Gooey. Cold.

My eyes free.
My ears free.
Bound. Unbound.

Ripping it off
Hurts.
Breaking self free
Stings.
But it is good.
And shall be.

But you.
Somehow you.
Keep sticking.
Keep holding.
Keep wrapping me up.

Put down the roll.
Asshole.

©2015 choiSOSS

Spew

Tinny tastes, ringing on my tongue.
Chewed-up cheek, saltily oozing blood.

It’s hard to swallow the
Load
Of
Crap
You’ve just spewed from those pursed lips.

So I spit
It out
On the floor

And move on.

©2015 choiSOSS

Hype

Hype

The hype won’t make
Them find you.

The hype won’t make
Them love you.

The hype can’t make
Them value.

The game won’t raze
The solitude.

The game won’t faze
The multitude.

The game can’t blaze
The lassitude.

The hype won’t make
Them find you.

The hype won’t make
Them love you.

The hype can’t raise
Your value.

©2015 choiSOSS

Such the girl

Such the girl
Am I.
Stuck in this
Come Nigh.
No release
In sight.

Such the girl
Stay I.
Take it in
Don’t cry.
Fuck that noise
Say I.

©2014 choiSOSS

Is it… really…?

Elixir of life… this… coffee?

Yup. That’s all I got today.

Giants in Technicolor

I wish I could have dreams like that.
Not this boring real-life crap.

I want to dream of giant flowers,
Of googly-eyed monsters, of adventures like that.
Of impossibles possible, the unimagined.
Of insides outside, of outsides in.

If only I could choose my dreams like that.

©2013 choiSOSS

Too many fucks

I have too many fucks to give.
Apparently.
So perfect at the fucking-up of things
I should have a degree.
So generous of given fucks,
Now empty.

I have no fucks to give
For me.

©2013 choiSOSS

Is it today?

Turning point.
They say there’s a turning point.
They say there will be one.

Is it today?

Isn’t it that magical day, today?
Doesn’t it all become clear, today?
Won’t I learn not to fear, today?

Baring a hollow display, today.

Too much.
Too late
to wait.

Today.

©2013 choiSOSS

Sometimes

Sometimes…
I look so far ahead
I forget I’m standing in quicksand.

Sometimes…
I look so close to me
I think there’s nothing else to see.

It’s a walk in the park.
I hear.

Take a stab in the dark.
No fear.

But, no, no…
No, no, no…

Not this girl.

Sometimes…
I try so hard for sight
I end up with my eyes pressed shut.

Sometimes…
I try so hard to be
I forget the she who is me.

Not this girl.
Not this girl.

©2013 choiSOSS