The cold breeze
Of a Monday morning
The gentle sun rise
As the moon falls from site
Despite the cliche happiness
Sunlight doesn't feel the same when
Dark skies are where you thrive
So leave me alone
When the morning shows
I can't endure the thought
Of a new day
When I wasn't finished
With the last
I need more time
To fulfill my mind
The earth will slow down
Then there will be no sound
Just myself
Dragging the chains that bound
-Cnk
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
So much to go wrong
So much that never went right
It's just one of those nights
Where the light never shows
Because the sun hides behind the midnight Blues
Between the whiskey above the counter
The marijuana in my drawer
And these pills in my hand
I don't know what to take first
To cure my anxiety of never being enough
The light that escapes the darkness
And enters my room
From the moon
Shows a spotlight
To what's right
It looms over my eyes
Like something great
That has a mysterious fate
It's too bad I never believed
In fate
-Cnk
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Long day.
Still no job.
Not a friend to hear my cry.
I just really need some sleep.
You know, my ceiling doesn't look the same anymore.
Endless nights of mindless staring--
has accumulated a peculiar fascination with
this slab of poorly painted drywall.
Blank, empty, curious,
it seems as if my ceiling and I have more in common
than I previously recognized.
I don't know when the sleepless nights started,
but my need for them to end is imperative.
I can't take it anymore.
Lying alone in your bed at night,
provides too much time for thought.
I can't deal with more thoughts.
Not with this insignificant life of mine.
Too many thoughts of love,
and how i don't posses it.
Too many thoughts of hope,
And how there is none.
Too many thoughts of Heaven,
And how I'll probably go to hell.
Too many thoughts about those painkillers in the drawer--
hiding so close to the whiskey;
Too many thoughts about how many pills It'd take;
Too many thoughts about the chance of getting some real rest;
...
I just really need some sleep--
Forever.
-Bb
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
Draped, splattered on a canvas
that stretches over bones—
Let's see what life you can make of it,
This framed temple you call home.
These rough edges strike you
Awakening their shapes steadily,
Just living lines on road maps that will never,
Ever lead you back to me.
For you are a transformed artist, a pale-skinned army
Composed of a thousand lies,
A self-proclaimed angry bird,
Red like a sick horizon.
With uneven flow, your hesitant hands
Trembled all through the night,
Just to burn it in morning, even though
You worked so hard to get the lighting right.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Her eyes played me
Like soft chords on
An old violin,
And the sound produced
Would never sound as sweet,
As the song flowing from
Your piano key teeth.
There are harmonies in my heart,
And melodies in my veins.
If only you'd strum me
Three times more,
I'd blow into your trumpet lips,
And you'd buzz and you'd hum-
Dancing inside of my kiss.
I'll take this mallet,
And hammer away
At the contours of your spine
Like it were a xylophone,
Your body vibrates-
I flow to the sensual tone.
This is a symphony of few,
An orchestra of two,
And who needs instruments anyway-
When the music is made
by me and you?
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
The music in the background
Provides a shadowy undertone
For the blank stares
There's nothing in her eyes anymore
After all the pain you've caused
She's finally let you go
Don't ask her to stay
It's the only chance she has to walk away
She can find her way
To the day
When she's staring into my eyes
And when she takes the chance
To indulge in my romance
She'll see
Why it was never anyone but me
-Cnk
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Oh, she’s a killer
A knife-shaped *****
She’ll rip through your guts
In the rain-stained
Metro station
Down-town east-end
Blood spills on the bathroom floor
And she just smiles
Beautiful
And familiar
Walking along
Coffee in hand
Going to work
When she hits you fast
Black arrow to the eye-brow without warning
Stamped in the carpet
Cigarette-butt burned and bruised
And just when you thought you could be ok
**** you, Nostalgia!
You know just how to play me
Just where to slice me
All the right words
At all the wrong times
I’m a sucker for your curved blade
I wear your scars and curse your name
Nostalgia
**** me quietly
I am always, only, ever yours.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
The futile remains of what I used to be
Is now dead and gone away
Like she wanted me
So much blame was passed
I think that's why it didn't last
They're right
You never know what you have until they're gone
Like the wind
I hear her slam the screen door on her way out
Her tracks on the hardwood floor
As a reminder
There will never be anymore
-Cnk
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Something about those words
The ones I heard
You told me lies
And sold me alibi's
I can see it in your hardened brown eyes
We're all gone
Like yesterday
I know it's hard to say
You wish I would stay
But we both know I have a long way
To recover from the whiskey soaked dream you caused today
I have to walk away
Maybe some day
You'll see my face
Knock on your door
Pour me a glass
And we'll laugh about our past
But for today I'll see you another day
Goodbye has never been so hard to say
-Cnk
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Dark and stormy weather
Nothing's better
Than the feeling of the mist in the air
Not a thought of despair
Looms in the air
Dark clouds bring the feeling of sadness
Is it madness
That it feels so right
Dim lights set the mood
For what we're about to do
Wisk away in the rain
Helping keep you sane
Can't you see
This is how it's supposed to be
A kind of free
You and I forever
Throughout this endevour
Not a soul can severe
These bonds we've made
Under the gray blue clouds
As we fall under the shroud
-Cnk
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC