Everything’s blue in this world

Don’t ask why.
Don’t question.
Don’t wonder why I am the way I am.
I just am.
And yes, somedays, everything is blue in this world.
This is my artistic cartharsis, as strange and violent as that may be.
Everything is blue in this world . . . just like me.

Itch

I am so sick of itching.
The world has no idea, but I do.
I really want to come to Australia with my skin cleared a bit.
I know there are some that don’t see this vicious plaque monster on my skin but I see it.
Ever so clearly.
Not only is it affecting my life but my writing and my tired and fragile psyche as well.
Check out the side effects of biologic’s such as Humira and Enbrel.; controversial psoriasis meds by injection.
Almost at the end of my proverbial rope here.
I really can’t stand this much longer.
This is a ‘quality of life’ issue for me right now and I am so fucking over all the bullshit homeopathic remedies.
This just ain’t working for me, anymore.
Lord have mercy . . .  maybe not.

Disgusting

I got out of the shower tonight and looked at my body.
I am disgusting.
I am very sad because my dysfunctional immune system let’s psoriasis in.
I hate this.
Daily.
Tired.
And so to bed for this saddest of squonks . . .

Smile

Fuck you.
I have no teeth to smile with.
Or bite you with.
My dentist sucked . . .

GW

Go there with you

It was so right, it was so wrong
Almost at the same time
The pain and ache a heart can take
no one really knows . . .

GW

Need

Bad day.
Bad teeth.
Bad Dentist.
Puree my life.
Puuuhleessse.
What’s the use?
Maybe I just shouldn’t . . .

eat.

Something’s missing

Parallel Lines

they come together, only to tragically fall apart
never crossing over
these parallel lines of the heart
truth in the lies, lies finding light
never crossing over
these parallel lines, lost in the night
maybe there’s a future, living in the past of never, never
some things can never come together
parallel lines, going on . . .
forever

Face

Dark stuff here.
Nothing else but the essence of my dented soul.