I've buried my dreams
In shallow graves
With ne'er a proper burial
For any or all
seconds at last
That had been and were
And weren't no more
Through a glass I looked
Rehearsing from a bible
Unwritten in tears not shed
Hallowed be the sky and sea
Beneath we lie
From around the world
Awaiting the praise of Lazarus
Let us pass through the tips of your fingers
Grasp and once more to be a man who dreams of grandeur
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
"I wonder..." Said I, to a particular no one
"If maybe, perhaps, someday, my desires won't be so vague..."
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
The morning light reminds us of the folly our worry
Yet, again the nights have come we must hurry
The endless ticks have become the flurry
Up against the tocks we scurry
Our minds now our jury
Under covers we bury
Ourselves sorry
Yet still, the sun has risen, and we awaken in the rays of warmth against the leaves of sorrow
Let go and take foot from the nights
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Bleach my soul with the tips of your fingers
Make it polish so your reflection lingers
Wring out every unpure thought until theres only you
You may even want to let some of those drip out too
Scrub my mind with an innocent nap together
To be awoken up by the sunny morning weather
Return my mind to the dirt when our lips meet
For the best results wash, rinse, and repeat.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
Always the bullet, never the gun
Always the boredom, never the fun
Always the lock, never the key
Always the caged, never the free
always the garnish, never the season
always the rhyme, never the reason
Always the trajectory, never the aim
Always the opposite, never the same
Always the fuel, never the fire
Always your need, never your desire
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:56 AM UTC