I don't sleep at night for thoughts of you and what I'll do.
Dreaming a life of fright seemingly only subdued
by intoxicants, though with them my life is can'ts,
my words, rants
on a staggered stance;
No clear path through.
Intentions misconstrued
Me and myself collude
to ruin an attitude
****** Still I feud
with myself and me
to separate what's glued,
but as wood breaks first
on what's naturally fused,
I crack first
where the aforementioned has affused
unto me a link weak and loose.
If I could I'd choose,
but know there to be no use.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
A branch
6 foot 5 inches from 8 perpendicular wraps
sat beneath the left jaws angle to ensure a clean snap.
Up, right, and back.
Never a plan so mapped
nor a mind so cracked.
Black,
then 15 minutes max.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
I thought I'd aptly be recluse.
As if I could flee this ruse,
and, in me, find a use,
but alone I seek my muse,
a friend I knew I'd lose.
Once acute but now obtuse,
my acceptance, but I don't confuse
my penance with a noose,
as there's good still I can do,
to impress this goddess; You.
A greatness to show through
the darkness I've abused
to shroud me from abuse
to change this shade of blue
to an optimistic hue,
and in that new light brew
a life to entice You,
and find, even in our tempered state,
a way to start anew.
Though, I'd not change the line you drew,
in dreams I'd bond our one from two.
I'll hope always for a dream come true,
but I'd not gain mine at a loss to you,
as I see your dreams more deserved and due.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
Darkness
Erupting
Producing
Regression.
Esoteric
Statements
Seem
Indefinable,
Opening
Nothing.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
I'll be lost when found
Squandering time from lost mind
With what fun I find
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Surface stimuli spreads a serotonin smile across her face,
but the Half-Life's less than half the life she wades in space.
Knows she should quicken pace through times of disgrace,
Though often feels displaced, rewound to start of race.
How's one to continue when all progress is erased?
So many demons faced, and more still to take their place.
She just trecks on through space
Pulls tight shoes' lace,
A race to erase disgrace,
Makes haste to displace
Any demons she'll face,
And on her own, a smile place.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
All I know is that I don't know?
Through the logic loop we go..
I don't know?
But know you don't..
I know one thing. That's it.
Best yet, but I still won't sit.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
Separate many a week
Long missed embrace I seek
Stomach twists, feeling weak
As face turns, collision with cheek
Eyes away, now thoughts grow bleak
Effect assumed, cause unknown
Lowered me easy, still I was thrown
Your voice made me queasy, and touch felt of stone
It could never be easy, something now that's well known.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
A literate in a little nation
Likes to play with literation
And can add alliteration
To send along a fun sensation
And maybe make you misspeak ration?
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
Unsettled understanding, perhaps paranoid
Oculars overacting, should vision be void?
Are thoughts toyed, or distracted destructively?
Slide this sinusoid to come back constructively.
Away it's easier to see.
When near you know no need.
Stay thine hand from Mead,
and mind from greed
As only fulfilled neuron fires repeat
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC