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
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
Brevity, levity, turpidity, stupidity, alacrity, insanity, proximity, veracity, sincerity, tenacity, potentiality, indefinability… rarity… me.
©2015 choiSOSS
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
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
Surface intensity is an effective foil against real connection.
©2014 choiSOSS
(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)
Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.
Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.
Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.
Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.
It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
©2014 choiSOSS
Cunningly, the brain hides the heart from what it wants most, only to later make excuses for why it is alone.
©2014 choiSOSS
Yes, split infinitive. Suck it. ;)
the way you ignore
that which is in front of you
cluelessly alone
choiSOSS 
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