Poetry Archives - Page 11 of 13 - The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum

May 23, 2018September 22, 2018

From My Chest

"I love leaning up against time, but is this your blood or mine? I want you to lean upon your crimson, soak it up and start again. When will this ever be enough? Learn to devour without throwing up. This world is tainted and hard to ingest. You throw up from your mouth, I throw up from my chest." My chest opens wide through my ribcaged-teeth, this is where I reside. The world feeds me shit I try to forget, throw up just to stay alive. I'm not sure why I fight, to stay alive I mean. I have moments......

May 16, 2018September 22, 2018

Word Sculptures

"My days are numbered now, but never counted down. The symbolism is exposed, but still no one knows. My blistered fingers wrapped around a pen where emotion lingers. Word by fucking word, I smash them into sculptures. May 23rd, May 23rd." I can only you hope you welcome me back with open arms, the way I would you with a cold embrace. My lips sealed for too long, now they're longing for the taste. Counter-clockwise, my thoughts circle to me. Opening up my mind and it's almost time for the world to see. These are my miseries to show, my......

April 8, 2018September 20, 2018

Exhaustion I Respect

As I look at myself closely, I see exhaustion. Not the exhaustion that I hate, but the kind that I respect. My ideas, thoughts and emotions are dictating to me what is expected and that can always be an overwhelming experience. I stare at my lips and see evidence of the poisonous remnants of the...

March 28, 2018September 22, 2018

Unlacing Fingers with a Memory

"Tonight I finally felt free. Letting go of the potential I painted you with and unlacing fingers with a memory." I'll let this writing be a memorial. I kept time from eating our moment, from eating a feeling I wanted to preserve. I've been crawling away from this place, this suffering, but tonight is the last night I'll stay. I know I will look back only to observe time devour and feed on what I protected for so long. My heart is dangerous and contagious with the passion it exudes and now I see I gave too much of that......

March 22, 2018September 20, 2018

Closer to Distance

“My words are dangerous. Not just to me, not just to the way you think, but to conventions that don’t deserve to stand if words can make them break.” My words are dangerous. Not just to me, not just to the way you think, but to conventions that don’t deserve to stand if words can...

March 14, 2018September 22, 2018

Dying Flower

"This dying flower only feels alive by getting hurt. Your soiled dress hugs your body and it's evident you're dying of thirst. Your fingers coil like petals betraying the sun and you know the only way the plot can thicken is by adding dirt." Cry and you'll drink, cry and you'll drink. I remember saying this to your melting face. I know what you wanted and you knew it too. I slapped your petals away from your outreach, I'm not your sun, I'm more like bleach. I'll take all your beautiful colors away, but drink me and I'll give you......

March 7, 2018September 20, 2018

Too Much Confidence to Confide in You

The heart battles with the mind, the pen and the spine. You’ll never survive making love, making love to the memories of time. I have too much confidence to confide in you. A recollection of all the wreckage, this is a life you won’t live through. I realize what I am and deep down you...

March 1, 2018September 22, 2018

How Effortless It Is

"How effortless it is... Spreading her thighs and inhaling the flies. Your insides so cold, eggs hung in every fold. Eyes rolling like a cursive secret under your lids. I really wish I could read that message or are these words meant to be held hostage?" I'm not sure why I'm here. I'm not sure what I want. Maybe to ravage you one more time before I forgot. I'll show you all the things you forgot you wanted. Your body devoured with such splatter and sheen. My mind marks this thought, a yellow taped memory scene. I lean back to......

February 23, 2018September 20, 2018

Diseased Ponds of My Paragraphs

“The pen glides so smooth, yet the words come out so jagged. I kept time by the thoughts that filled up my books. Marking passages and marking flesh. I could only tell time by linking it to emotions and while I dwelled in the diseased ponds of my paragraphs, it still felt like no time...

February 15, 2018September 22, 2018

Prepared to Drown

"You are especially empty and dying to be full. Caring about the things that never mattered and not the ones that pull. Quit testing the fucking waters not being prepared to drown. The days of worth have come and gone and you never made a sound." Here we are on the sixty-sixth minute past the hour of six. I signaled your warning and now you chose to be here and that is very special to me. This isn't for everyone, but it was made for you. Scattering words around combatting all of my unrest until this disorder is through. The......