A. VDB

Author: andivandenberge

  • Price

    Price

    My head is an ocean inside it you swim trying not to drown while my inner light dims I’d do anything to save you but nothing will suffice So I want you out of the water Name your price.

  • Purgatory

    Purgatory

    Wind moves you while I’m tangled roots you braided through my limbs pulling me, holding me leaving my name in the dark Bloom for the sky while I chew on the infested green crust barrier sitting on top of the pond

  • Laundromat

    Cycle spins, soil dispersed Silver and gold pavement curse My skin shivers, perpetual cold Warmth comes from within the fold Permanently pressed my face to the glass. I’m nothing But another brown rat

  • Not all that shines

    Not all that shines

    Our chests split open our sternums cracked Exposed, lie our hearts waiting to be wrapped in gold and silver, the threads we stitched Too busy with sewing and scratching the love itch to notice the stings, the things we never said our wounds unnoticed pulled together by threads But the damage got worse and so…

  • No longer

    No longer

    Below my skin, a burning heat The vibrating tune of your deceit Adrenaline dump, dissociation spike You double down when you know I’m right Translucent as usual, I see your lies Your blatant untruths are no longer mine

  • Monster

    Monster

    Tongue as a train I’ve been swallowed alive I’m inside the belly of an unknown sign But then a break, a yawn, A flash of white I move so quick The monster’s trite. It’s mouth like a cave but opens like a claw I slip through its teeth and refuse to be thralled.

  • Steam

    Steam

    Writing on the mirror my finger pushed to the glass I trace my suffering in a cursive lash I want it to fade or go away with the steam But life is cruel and pain will cling.

  • pack my bags

    Quarter horse like I’m running a race Blinders on until my lungs shake and break Eyes locked or freeze framed? We float off the ground and then find out the helium’s fake Can’t live in space, can’t suspend this feeling while my hands fucking ache Stars in ur eyes, dust in mine Gotta cut the…

  • blue July

    nothing quiet like snow free falling from the sky matter meeting pavement like a feather soft lie

  • u don’t know ur the villain

    You wanted to paint me bad but these horns were cast from your shadow. Dangerous, & there I was spun in silk with punctured wounds, your thumbprints. I oozed infected acrylic you painted your roses dead then gave me credit for your blood canvas.