Without New Growth Process is Bloodshed

Porous ​this ​unborn ​son Weightless Fettered ​and ​tender Almost ​out Out ​of ​this ​broken ​mouth Light ​and ​cloud Heaving ​receiver, ​pull ​me ​out Now ​splayed, ​I ​bathe ​in ​wake ​I’ve ​made Once ​clear ​now ​thick ​with ​filth Opaque, ​drop ​of ​hours ​toiled ​falls Through ​unending ​, ​unknowing ​void No ​fate, ​to ​splash ​or ​make ​a ​sound Or ​make ​a ​mark ​on ​barren ​worlds All ​dust ​collected ​and ​hid ​in ​hairs To ​pollinate ​another ​place All ​viral ​speech ​of ​vanity Now ​blisters ​in ​my ​ears Now ​splayed, ​I ​bathe ​in ​the ​wake ​I’ve ​made Now ​thick ​with ​filth Opaque, ​drops ​of ​hours ​toiled ​falls Now ​watch ​me ​fall All ​complaints ​of ​blistered ​ears Are ​passed ​on ​to ​another And ​all ​of ​us ​perpetuate Through ​hate-speak ​pregnant ​mother Now ​splayed, ​I ​bathe ​in ​the ​wake ​I’ve ​made Now ​thick ​with ​filth Opaque, ​drops ​of ​hours ​toiled ​falls Porous ​this ​unborn ​son Almost ​out

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Burst ​of ​first ​earth Push ​to ​surface Break ​through ​plasma Break ​this ​union’s ​hold Toxic ​will ​be ​done Alive And ​a ​song ​bird ​calls ​me While ​you ​hold ​her ​down Show ​me ​control Show ​me ​to ​teach ​me My ​power ​over ​life And ​though I’ve ​taken ​much I ​have ​given ​it ​all In ​the ​hopes ​you ​learn ​yet ​to ​survive Beyond ​reproach To ​spite ​the ​gods To ​grant ​yourself This ​power ​over ​life Small ​hands, ​with ​mighty ​force ​behind My ​choice ​to ​feed, ​or ​let ​you ​wilt ​and ​dry In ​savage ​simplicity The ​leech ​dies ​the ​host ​lives Toxic ​will ​be ​done

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

White ​owl steel ​key old ​growth ​on ​trees I ​am ​lost Again ​confined ​by ​vines ​that ​smother ​life To ​carry ​theirs And ​through ​the ​door Young ​eyes ​will ​feast ​on ​jungles ​with ​no ​name Index ​out To ​point ​and ​make A ​guttural ​claim To ​who ​is ​green A ​leaf’s ​a ​leaf ​in ​colour ​and ​in ​name Coarse ​and ​cold This ​life ​ruled ​now ​by ​tongues Cutting ​my ​teeth ​on ​the ​words Sick ​sweet ​copper ​taste Out ​of ​the ​fold Must ​have ​wandered ​away I ​am ​not ​the ​worst ​thing, ​i ​am ​the ​only ​one I ​am ​all ​to ​each ​man, ​another ​tongue ​to ​lie Destination ​knowledge, ​sight ​fixed, ​cross ​the ​yet unknown Without ​a ​word ​no ​memory ​no ​story ​told Cutting ​my ​teeth ​on ​the ​words Sick ​sweet ​copper ​taste Out ​of ​the ​fold Must ​have ​wandered ​away Now ​so ​enclosed Why ​must ​we ​write ​it ​down To ​see ​is ​to ​know

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

I ​have ​observed ​myself ​on ​earth As ​a ​transcendental ​nothing Slithered ​on ​my ​belly Scorched ​white ​trails ​into ​the ​sky Choices ​not ​mine, ​yet ​by ​them ​I ​am ​defined My ​faith ​is ​gone, ​yet ​by ​it ​I ​am ​defined New ​birth ​of ​mind, ​crafted ​by ​old ​mind’s ​demise Safety ​in ​faith, ​now ​without ​I’m ​in ​the ​wild Scower Wonderer Coward Wanderer

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Sweet surveyor of chaos Wondering how it all fell How you crossed over lost in this wreckage Binding words have their way way to flourish Building a fire that burns To never fail Asking the world of myself Driving deeper these nails Introspective, incessant Always asleep at the helm Pine needle craver obsessive Stir the earth Shred the thicket to keep at hand Building ​a ​fire ​that ​burns To ​never ​fail Asking ​the ​world ​of ​myself Driving ​deeper ​these ​nails Without ​new ​growth Process ​is ​bloodshed Toast ​to ​new ​growth Out ​with ​the ​old ​ways Lean ​in Let ​me ​go Back ​to ​old Known ​wind Syphon ​thought Better ​off

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

worst ​cowering ​wretch i ​have ​disowned ​my ​own ​self sealed bound ​to ​to ​his ​bed just ​need ​some ​rest the ​nine ​of ​swords way ​down ​this line ​that ​i ​have ​painted bullheaded ​a ​fool nothing ​can ​save the ​distorted wash ​this ​brush of ​its ​pride On ​your ​knees Hands ​raw Crawl ​upwards Or ​stand ​up ​and ​walk hopeless spend ​all ​of ​today suspending ​belief like ​water hopeless so ​today suspend ​your ​beliefs like ​water

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

I could drink the bitter poison Flood my system With anger Senses focus Fuse my essence So pristine With black tourmaline Twist every Precious moment Into these Moments for Me Into these Moments of deceit Hands can drip with tar spirit of the sun clumsy from the weight sucked fingers to clean gums constrict tongue now sticks self polluted shoulders hung the young heart’s bright descent beaten by the years what little of the boy is left so this is growth to know that fear is with us pressure upon us a race to hold to show that we were something a story worth telling grasp at the past before we know that fear is with us pressure upon us

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025