My Cursed Kingdom
This is my kingdom, i am the slave.

Archive for the ‘anger’ Category

Dig the durt, if you must.

June 7, 2013

Don’t dig your buried treasures out; you never know what you might find. Unless you’re ready to face what you will see. But if you must, then you must. Pick up the shovel, shove its head into the dirt with all the force in your arms, and then use the strength of your tired legs […]

Hurtful sounds of melodic trumpets

August 17, 2012

A cigarette in your hand. I know it’s been long since you smoked one. Snugged between two fingers like you just took a drag, and then got distracted by something. Or someone. A dry leaf in the other hand; autumn it seems. Although it doesn’t seem like its cold otherwise, I don’t see a jacket. […]

Dream of dreams

May 5, 2012

I dream of lost days I dream of mending my ways I dream of you standing on a mountain I dream of dreaming of souls full of wishes   You dream of an open cage You dream of anger and rage You dream of soaring high beyond reach You dream of dreaming for that one […]

Gangrenous thoughts

April 5, 2012

You are my cancer. You are my disease. You are a gangrenous leg, that is rotting and falling off, piece by piece. But not falling off fast enough. The gangrene is crawling up slowly but surely. It wants to take over me. You are an injured limb, an injured limb I don’t have the courage […]

All is violent, All is bright

March 2, 2012

I paint your name on my wall. I watch the paint drip down till the ground. It messes up my wallpaper. I just stand and stare at it. The tiny drops rolling down the wall, racing against each other to reach the floor. I stand there and stare like a fool. I tear the wallpaper […]

Dream hate hand love

February 16, 2012

I dreamt of you. I hate you. You held my hand. I love you.

Painting on the wall

July 29, 2011

It’s raining outside. I can hear it hitting hard on the pavement. Splatters that echo in the empty street. I can smell the damp in the air. The wind is hitting against my face again and again; it’s making my skin crawl. The room seems very quiet; almost empty. I am looking at a painting […]

Perfect imperfections

April 1, 2011

I built a memory treasure. I knew I would need it. I buried it, but I didn’t burry it deep. Not deep enough. It had been several weeks now. The feeling was still pretty much there. It was there to stay. The deep, heart crunching, stomach cringing sinking feeling. I knew I would be going […]

Dying to live

January 31, 2011

Hey Mom, I’m sorry things haven’t really been great for us for the last couple of years. I’m sorry I’ve given you a hard time. You know what they say about teenagers, we’re always a handful. I’m sorry I made things so difficult for all of us after Dad passed away. There just wasn’t much […]

Obsession of the unknown kind.

January 29, 2011

He was divorced. He lived alone. He had few friends. None to be exact. He was anti-social. He couldn’t care less if the neighbor’s house caught fire. Infact, he couldn’t care less if his own house caught fire. It was a miracle he still had a job. He hated his job. Truth be told, everyone […]