All & NothinG, End & BeginninG, NoN+UltrA: Ad infinitum.
Shifts I cannot stop, a subtle buzz I cannot mute: My parts rearranging in a time-space vaccuum
Alfa-Omega decentered, No-Thing is All- Things: I fall off the scaffolds of this hollow shelter
Frigid absence to the bones and Im starved, disowned of affections I am torn apart: rebuilding what is left.
Black indifference burning acid to my soul, unfair dealings I am up for auction: OOAK yet another one
Instead of birth-giver can I trade for death-bringer? Pseudo Genesis in Apocalypse: fed up of this unrest.
Intense stimulation, sensory overload. Rythmic motions, our bodies in synched passion. Kisses beat silence while caressing undoes my words. Our playful bodies attract, our souls elevate in crescendo. Going with the flow of this current we cannot question. In synergy our minds transcend, blurring the lines of pleasure. Rites of affection, our sublime distraction. Unique affinity in units of lust, bits of love and intimacy- inmeasurable!
like shards of glass cold and cutting this seemingly transient unLove stage opens my skin and stabs my insides this understood rational unLoving unglues my messy shattered mind-set this
hopefully transient unLove stage suffoccates my soul into a void silence your understood stoic unLoving is not stronger than me and youmulticolored shards of glass tainted in blood red
with my unDying Love– but barely just there
until our transient unLove phase is done with-
and we start Loving as we barely do now-but entirely
how Unbearable… insanely paradoxical
to find myself numb, scattered and crushed
under the growing weight of my own Existence
how Absurd… logically detached
to shut oneself down
to unexpress in disguise
under the thickening veil of one’s own seething Shame
both false and real
against the expanding mass of this…
the pervasive echo of
my own disdained Resistance
Nature: Inherent, basic features of something. Biological factors.
Nurture: Process of caring for and encouraging growth. External factors.
yet I’m the one repelled
yet you’re still appeased
Brightnature Gloomynurture:Faultynature Trickynurture
Asked to put the safety… instead You pulled the trigger
y aún me dueles, madre: aunque aprendí a desprenderme
my pieces, becoming myself again
shot by nurture but so un-stopping
I’m faded my time is wasting as my thoughts race. Self running on empty my soul is hurting and my mind breaks. I’m faded my world is glaring as my words tangle. Self stumbling on feelings my brain is burning and my mind flees