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

Suppose

suppose it was you
on the other side.

suppose it was your wife
and small child
that your friend was trying to steal
from under your nose,
lickity-split,
just like that.

suppose you were
the victim,
not
perpetrating the crime.

i suppose you’d think
much differently on that
if
you
supposed
so.

©2014 choiSOSS

Clueless

the way you ignore
that which is in front of you
cluelessly alone

The Crush

Pushing me down in your overbearing ways.
Striking me hard with your care.
Crushing my soul with your manipulative plays.
Pretending that you ever cared.

No wonder, I know. No fucking wonder.
No fucking wonder I found myself in that place before.
You trained me, all these years. You fucking trained me.
You fucking trained me to take it, lose grip on my own soul.

I’m pushing back; it’s all about me now.
I’m striking down all the bull.
I’m crushing the self-hate and the self-doubt.
I’m pretending I never cared.

©2014 choiSOSS

Selfish

I wish.
I wish I could be selfish.
I wish I could not care.

I want.
I want to do for me first.
I want to ignore, not bear.

I can’t.
I can’t stop worrying about others.
I can’t help but care; it’s not fair.

I need.
I need to take care of me now.
I need someone else to bear.

I wish.
I wish I were more more selfish.
I wish I no longer cared.

©2014 choiSOSS

With a Shake of the Hands

Fluttering fingers.
Absentmindedly, flicking away the constant cobweb cover on her eyes.

Sometimes streams of bright light pierce through veiled lashes.
Hit home. Strike fierce. Hold fast.
Then gone.

With a shake of the hands, then gone.

©2014 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