I exist in silence
Unmoving
Unwavering
Anchored in place
The world moves swiftly around me
Ever growing
Ever changing
It doesn’t stop for me
It never would
I am always left behind
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I exist in silence
Unmoving
Unwavering
Anchored in place
The world moves swiftly around me
Ever growing
Ever changing
It doesn’t stop for me
It never would
I am always left behind

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Soft soft soft
I’m too soft to be here
Not built for your hard rules
Your piercing edges and sharp lines
Nothing in your world makes sense to me
I was dropped here by mistake, it seems
But your world is oh so cold
And my softness must persist
It cannot thrive
I cannot thrive
But I have no choice but to move forward
To navigate through this mess
This labyrinth of spikes and spears
Catching and snagging and tearing at me
At my heart and my lungs
Taking bits and pieces of me each time
I cannot thrive here
But I’m given no choice
Maybe I’m not meant to have nice things
Maybe I’m meant to bear burdens
To feel a constant crushing weight on my shoulders
To watch as others play with their toys while I sit with empty hands
Maybe I’m not meant to feel love
Maybe I’m meant to only give it to others
To feel a constant companion in isolation
To watch as others drink from their overflowing cups and mine runs dry
Maybe it’s my divine punishment
Maybe I was cruel in love in a past life
Threw my heart around like it cost nothing
Spat on the concept of companionship in favor of fleeting moments of passion
Maybe I broke so many hearts I didn’t deserve one in this life
So now I’m forced to watch as others feast
With my starving eyes and hungry hands
Praying
Repenting
For sins I’m not aware of
Sitting by the table like a begging dog waiting for scraps
Hoping maybe I’ve earned a treat or
Something
Anything
That will quell this lonely hunger in my heart
Do I belong here, on this earth?
Is this cosmic dust flowing through my veins
Proof that I am nothing but a blip
A buzz of a bee
A blink of an eye
Am I a person, or am I a whisper?
Am I something tangible
Or am I a false name being carried by the wind
Something easily brushed off and explained
Forgotten about and discarded in a moments notice
Perhaps I am an oil spill
Clinging to any bit of life I can get
Settling my poison into every pore and crevice
Overstaying a welcome I wasn’t granted
Maybe I am everything and I am nothing
Does that provide my soul with any respite?
I sit across from myself in the mirror
And wonder if I’ll ever truly love who I see
If that person staring back at me
Is even capable of such a thing
My body grows and changes
Stretching and shrinking
Blemishing, fading
But my heart turns sour
My insides corrode
My mind feels love
But is my body capable of holding it?
Is there space for these chemicals to go?
Or will I turn everything rotten?
Will the gentle touch of my fingertips spread
My decay to one who doesn’t deserve it?
In my pursuit of love
Can I ever
Will I ever
Truly be able to hold it in the palm of my hand
Can it caress my skin the way it yearns to be
Can it make me feel whole?
But perhaps I am a bottomless pit
I’ll claw and fight and spit
Dragging you and everything else down with me
In the name of love
In the name of my selfish desires
And, perhaps, unfortunately
I will continue to love not knowing if I should
Eyes blindfolded and chest wide open
Bleeding and beating
So everyone can gaze upon my rot
To weigh it against a feather
And determine my fate
To decide if I deserve that relief
That Holy chemical sensation
Of which my decaying flesh craves

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untitled no.9
it was a long while ago i spread my bones amid the great earths’ strata; tucked this cadaver in a most comforting nook and slept the years until losing count.
now moss & lichen knit hands above my brow while a beetle finds warmth in my ribs the sun lets a wildflower grow from knuckle and a patch of clovers off my calf,
and it was just the other day my minds’ eye performed communion with a crow, and as night came, flying off, it took carrion strip for midnight-morsel.
oh honey my dear, it was a long while ago i lost the penchant for sleep; and instead these night hours are only fit for half-finished poems, of which my mistress memory may forgivingly reap.
The illusions whisper in my ear
Tell me their sweet nothings
Promise me my hearts desires
They kiss my vision a rosy pink
Come to the edge
They sing
Dive in the water
We won’t let you drown
The water looks so inviting from here
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to give in?
To go right to the edge?
To sink down so deep?
Grey
Grey matter
Dust and ash
Spilling out of my mouth and lungs
Pouring past my eyes
Dripping down my nose
Choking coughing spitting
I’m falling apart at the seams
Still is the water in my lungs
I cough to expel but it fills back up
It sits and stagnates
Festering and growing
Mosquitos breed and feed on my flesh
But at least there’s something thriving in my body
Something that’s breathing
Something that’s alive
The whine of tornado sirens goes off in my mind
Norepinephrine flows through my bloodstream
The stench of fear in the air is pungent
I must run
I’m not safe here
Not safe in my body
Evacuate
My brain says to me
Run
I have nowhere to go
The earth has swallowed me whole
Gripped me by the ankles like a shackle
I cannot outrun myself
I cannot outrun my fear
I am forced to endure
To stew in my adrenaline
Dizzy and weak in the knees
My vision narrows and the walls close in
I have nowhere to go
I cannot outrun myself

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the torture
you have confined me all down to this little chair i don't know anything that's what i'll say
i am so blind i've never seen anything go on and hit me i can't feel anything anyways
i am so deaf i haven't heard a thing you can cut me if you want let me bleed for you
i am so quiet i speak of nothing you could drown me if that's alright
i don't have any thoughts i don't know what you expected of me let's just toss me out and find another one of me
I Feel It Again
My fingers feel it again
The lightning as they trace lines on your skin
Electrified nerves
Anticipation
My hands feel it again
The fire as they grasp at you
Burning urgency
Desire
My tongue feels it again
The electric high as it greets your sweetness
Cosmic essence
Euphoria
My soul feels it again
Fullness as it envelops you
Absolution
Satisfaction
- J.Lamana
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I just want to be touched
I want soft lips and firm, loving hands
I want to be painted with bites and bruises
Sweet nothings whispered in my ear
I want messy kisses and
Beautiful moans intertwined with laughter
I want to feel wanted
To feel desired
I keep myself in a tight tight box
Suppress
Condense
Restrict
Repeat
I swallow my heart and my pride
I tell myself it’s for my safety
I don’t know if that’s even true anymore
I had to build this box to keep myself from harm
From chaos and conflict and monsters
But the real monster is me
I’ve chained myself to this box
I betray myself
Over and over and over again
I am filthy
I am disgusting
Everything around me is filthy
I live in it
I breathe it
Me and the filth we coexist
We tiptoe around each other in a delicate dance
It follows me like a shadow
And it comforts me like a vice
Me and the filth we coexist
I cannot separate it from myself
It was built from me
It has my eyes and my temper
And it consumes and spreads and
Piles up all around me until I am
Drowning in it
The filth cannot control itself
It cannot help the way it was made
It only does what it knows to do
I built it in my image
It’s my shame to face

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I am hanging from a hook in the ceiling
like animal carcass.
I am splayed open, salted and tenderized.
My fatty bits sectioned off with bakers twine.
Red juices weep from my wounds.
Not blood, but the meat sweating
for better flavor.
A heavy palm comes down hard on my rump.
He lifts from the flank.
He samples the breast.
Hunger animates his body but he knows he must wait until the meat is ready.
He massages oils into the fibrous texture.
Working it in with the strong flat pads of his thumbs and fingers.
The meat is shivering.
The meat is shaking.
I’m told this is a chemical process.
Even once dead and removed from the body,
the meat dances on the table.
Due to the residual energy and nerve endings present in the tissue.
The flesh will twitch.
But it must be ready.
When it is ready he’ll carve it off in slabs,
and drop them into his mouth;
a mouse falling into the mouth of a snake
hanging by the tail.
He’ll glide the knife under the muscle
and it will slide down his throat
but it must be ready.
The meat is hanging but will not dry.
It drips
and drips
more juices.
The air is escaping.
The tendons are loosening.
He ties her off again and again.
Soon little lamb.
Soon.
- MEAT 2024
My body feels like a tornado siren
Warning me of impending doom
I rot in my bed all day
Swirling down the drain
Watching my life slip away from me
And I don’t know how to stop it
I am aware of every single sensation in my body
And the slightest change is enough to send me
Over the edge
Free falling into terror
Clawing the air hoping to get
A grasp on my sanity
At the mercy of my own brain