Tag: C’est La Vie

Overpowered

by sidcorvid

Overpowered by the Lips,

I lie here breathing,

staring at the ceiling,

Wishing the fan was pointed in my direction.

Overpowered by her lips,

I lie here thinking, romanticizing

Wishing she was struggling with me for the sheets.

How could she love me, though?

I’m broke on a broken computer,

And my room is a mess.

I dribbled piss on my boxers.

Embracing the safety of a bedspread tent

I sink further into the bed,

Knowing if I want change, I must effect change.

But it can wait, just a bit longer.

Let’s just lie here, only for a bit longer.

i wish i could wiggle my arms

by sidcorvid

I wish I could wiggle my arms
under this boundless sky.

I’m lost in transcendent drunkenness,
a fool with a mind.
Synapses firing with alcoholic fervor,
I lie motionless.

The cigarette ashes on my cheek
As I puff with my eyes closed,
But not for too long.

I must stop the dark from spinning.

Wandering and wondering in wanderlust,
I hope we last forever.
I wish you were here now.

But C’est la Vie!
I’ll make do,
and I’ll make do
in accompanied solitude soon.

I see double as autocorrect corrects.
I close my eyes as the sky shuffles.
I fade to black, wondering what tonight will hold.

I want you in the fall

by sidcorvid

I want you in the fall,

When the sun grows cold

And the leaves turn brown.

 

When the Pennsylvania wind bites,

And those with money go to warmer climes,

That’s when I’d die to hold you.

 

Imagining you in a sweatshirt,

Hand in hand with me,

Walking down a country town Main Street.

 

We’ll forget the harshness of the season change,

The fear of winter to come,

In one another’s embrace

I am what happens

by sidcorvid

I am what happens.
Whatever I’ve become,
And where I go, transforming,
I am a product.

Imperialistic in breathing,
I expect to end as all the greats do,
Invaded, perverted and in a puddle of vomit.

I am the Holy Roman Empire,
Something to fear, my very existence.
With existential crises crashing,
I can be… unpredictable.
A Caligula.

Angry, I will sleep.
Accosted, I will sleep.
Ashamed, I will sleep,

And maybe when I wake,
It’ll be worth it.

Flashback

by sidcorvid

Flashback

The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.