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
Tag Archives: thinking the things
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
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
Spitting
I spit the words.
They land and splatter.
I walk away.
Let someone else clean it up.
I spit the words.
They land and splatter.
I’ve missed my mark.
My turn to clean.
I spit the words,
But I’m looking up.
I close my eyes
As it lands on my face.
I spit the words.
And run away.
I’ve done the damage.
It’s time to leave.
©2013 choiSOSS
Choices
Familiarity begets interesting revelations.
Blissfully unaware or painfully knowing.
Would rather the bliss.
©2013 choiSOSS
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