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  • madnessextraordinaire 1w

    i can't hear my thoughts from my thinking
    the voices babbling in my bone jar make it challenging
    and for some ungodly reason they insist calling me Sir
    Even though i clearly identify as a
    fucking idiot
    and I am far from royal
    They should know it's CAPTAIN
    Someone's gonna walk the plank
    I am definitely not inviting them
    to my tea party OR
    my cult joining
    I shall have a magnificent beheading and they are not invited!
    I am steering my drowning bathtub
    to much drier waters
    So long
    goodbye
    and thanks
    for all the pisces.


    ©madnessextraordinaire

  • madnessextraordinaire 2w

    suddenly it pours in the shower
    i don't have time for a towel, i run out in the cold
    my wet body is vibrating
    fire ants under my skin
    fingers too slippery to hold up a phone
    Where's that goddamned pen
    and the paper?!
    i'll use blood and skin if i have to
    i run back to the shower
    dripping of coldness
    I waste all my hot water
    When i get back out
    i dry my bleached hair as i read the lines about the dead asphalt sky and how hard it is to see the storm from the clouds
    nothing so urgent
    i should've reached for a knife when i couldn't find a pen
    but i put these lines out for you to see
    so you don't have to wonder
    why the girl in the apartment number 16
    stumbles in and out of the shower
    naked and always in a hurry
    it's just her everyday madness, nevermind it.


    ©madnessextraordinaire

  • madnessextraordinaire 2w

    Beyond the icy deserts
    beheaded Medusa paced in circles
    leaving behind traces
    for the hungry hounds to follow.
    As Gods kill, they shall die
    but for her luck
    her blood was frozen
    and only chalk was dripping
    from the heart she was squeezing in her palm.
    The snowy lands gave no shelter
    when the hounds found her
    there was not much to be found
    a pillar of chalk
    next to a bitter heart
    missing one bite.

  • madnessextraordinaire 2w

    Gentleness was never my forte
    I used a dull axe
    to cut my own tree down
    and I used the same blade
    when I needed to cut open
    the cage in my chest
    to break free the morbid parts of my dissolving heart
    after your illness entered my veins
    and now I am using that same, old, unsharpened, dull
    tool
    as I cut your dead branches
    for firewood, to last through the winter
    You don't have to tell me
    I know very well how it feels.

  • madnessextraordinaire 3w

    This much is true
    Indeed
    no good deed goes unpunished
    this is the eternal and ultimate truth
    How could it not?
    Only a child would believe otherwise
    and we are all God's children, aren't we?
    Good old Eve and the bad boy Adam
    wandering dazed and confused
    shivering in the cold desert
    deserted by everything but darkness
    with a rotten apple and a rib cage for a cane
    We are taught to turn the other cheek
    but these kind of stories, they deserve no joyful endings
    The ending is a rag,
    drowned in gasoline
    and burned
    dust to dust
    ashes to ashes
    Gone
    I do my deeds, indeed
    but as you can see
    my other cheek
    is already bruised
    and I only turn my back
    to walk the other way
    and that way
    would be
    away.


    ©madnessextraordinaire

  • madnessextraordinaire 3w

    the dust of years of abuse
    snows down on the first days of this old January
    light to the touch, almost impossible to see
    but it is there
    a scar there, a mark here
    a rusted knife i thought was gone
    found inside my back bone
    the doctors could find no cure
    for the constant ache and the sleepless nights
    and a mountain of pills that could've killed a horse
    wouldn't knock me off from my feet

    (or from this world, even when i tried, and boy, did i try)

    but there it was, that broken blade
    broken and shattered but mostly intact
    melted like hot silver inside my core
    Gentle was never the way
    i ripped it out and heard my back crumble
    and placed inside a sterling pride
    to steady my shivering spine again.


    ©madnessextraordinaire

  • madnessextraordinaire 4w

    we are stardust
    shit and piss
    we are magical mountain goats
    defying gravity
    being alive is the ninth circle of hell
    Dante had some idea
    Hell is hanging paintings and mirrors
    on the brink of madness
    Hell is drowning in insomnia
    behind the whites of your eyes

    hell is to be made out of star matter
    specks of universe and diamond ash
    and still not being able
    to escape the prison of your
    bed in the morning.


    ©madnessextraordinaire

  • madnessextraordinaire 4w

    hungover at your grave
    i would lie next to you but the ground is too damn cold
    on a hot summer day i imagine your dark stone would feel cool and soothing but now it's below zero
    and my fingers froze
    even before i got to the end of this poem.

  • madnessextraordinaire 4w

    For a deity, born last night &
    just beginning to bloom
    for a messiah, slowly emerging
    Already
    I've heard all my names
    whispered in the dark
    far too often
    and far many a time
    under unholy meanings.

    I've seen
    all the arrogant victories
    declared
    in my will

    And oh, the losses,

    your misfortunes

    I've seen them
    hung
    with the thieves
    buried in secrecy

    after nightfall

    with no honor.

    sometimes not buried at all.

    bitter ashes, still glowing with warmth, vanishing in thin air.

    Lips muted in prayer
    like maybe
    there was no god,
    no messiah
    after all.


    ©madnessextraordinaire

  • madnessextraordinaire 4w

    What is a pack wolves
    against an army of sheep?
    I know,
    you don't have to remind me
    Never tell me the, uh...

    A constant cramp under my abdomen
    Not sure if it's the alien or the predator
    and I am even more unsure
    if I let Hyde walk the daylight instead of mr. J
    Whoops.
    When you are tired enough they really look the same.

    Behind my back they whisper about cutting my ink with water
    What an insult!
    they don't know I have super powers like
    hearing voices
    without faces.

    What is love without quarrels?
    when two sheep smile to each other
    and promise to love in sickness and in wealth
    health
    whatever
    Smiling so hard it becomes a grimace
    those big, bad, wolfie masks on
    biting their lips, snarling and spitting blood
    just to make it a bit more believable
    Sure, that's what love is all about
    and
    I can barely even hear the bleating under your growls.


    ©madnessextraordinaire