7.13° N, 125.6° E
15:41
You were leaving.
I could have asked you
A thousand things
In the time we spent together.
I could have asked you
For the real reason
As to why you chose to spend
Those past few nights with me
In this nameless, blameless city.
I could have asked you
Who or what you were thinking of
In the times that you fell silent
And stared off into the distance.
I could have asked you
If you thought that
Coming here was a mistake
And that you'd rather be somewhere else,
Lost in the arms of someone else.
I could have asked you how I never
Heard you utter my name and yet
The taste of his name still lingered
On your lips and on your tongue
And down your throat.
I could have told you
A thousand things
In the time we spent together.
I could have told you
How I wanted everything,
And yet nothing, to change.
I could have told you
That the people we used to love
Didn't have to ruin the memories
Of things we cherished the most
Or the memories that we were
About to create.
I could have told you
About how leaving was such sweet misery
And yet it didn't have to mean
Saying goodbye.
About how I was still uncertain
About everything.
About you, about me.
About what this was
And where all of this
Was going.
But no.
I tried my hardest not to.
I was too busy drowning
In the things I wanted to ask
And the things I wanted you to say
That I forgot
That it wasn't going to matter
Soon enough.
16:02
You were already gone
Before you even left.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
i’ve lost myself,
far from the rush
of the maddening crowd,
in a city that has fallen silent,
its vestige crumbling,
its past unspoken,
its reality slowly fading.
you are that city
awash with stories
i can no longer tell,
except perhaps in my mind,
in my thoughts,
where the aftertaste
of you still lingers.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
The air feels heavy in the daylight.
Morning noise falls through the cracks.
Like unwelcome guests.
I do nothing.
But breathe in. Inhale. Corrode
Heretic lungs weighed down by sighs.
Combust. Purify. In fumes of nicotine
And smoke of papal white. Aware
Each breath burning away at life.
Eyes that see no oversight.
Curtained in ******* light,
Fade out of view
The room is shun away
The world lies flourish
I have made an enemy
Out of the Day.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Tell me
where
The City
breathes
its midnight
breaths
Where
all *The
Sleepless*
lay their
weary minds
to rest
Where
the *Amber
Veil*
has all but
flickered
and
faded
I will
follow
you
deep into
its *Slumbering
Heart*
And wade
through
the *Thousand
Faces* that
keep us
apart
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Nightfall. Half-closed eyes
Shattering stars. Daylight cracks
In melancholy cups, in ambient air
Coffee slithers, lungs smolder
Hurricanes sing to raindrops
Rabid bottles, prancing shadows
Footsteps glide, sideways sways
Sobered by non-existent memories
The pale goddess smiles. Dreams
Behind scheming walls. We dance
In a place of vertical confusion
Future's past quickly slips away
Whispers. Bays of broken chords
Forgotten winds. Ruminations.
Transient scribbles, dusty tables;
On misty panes. Forgotten. Decay.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
*This is how it ends
In an airport smoking lounge
Wasting life and breath*
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
I do not write about the joys of life
Or the calm and gentle quiet of nature.
There is too much faked joy in the world.
I do not write about love and loss.
I dare not tug at the fragile threads
That bind old wounds in rememberance.
I do not write about worldly truths
And the fallacies that we are often told.
I have forgotten them ― outgrown.
I do not write about my thoughts
For fear that I cannot find the words to fit
And that my mind will soon consume me.
I do not write ― I bleed.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
I have watched the ebb and flow of the Sea
Under the cold glow of distant Galaxies
I have tasted the rush of City lights
And all the Mornings that have come after
I have heard the Heavens move and balter
To the Music of the world underneath
I have seen the many Faces of the night
At the dawn and death of every Day
I have witnessed the Ground give way to life
And the Living given back to the ground
We are as the World that we move in
We are the Bones of the earth; Salt of the sea.
We are an eternity clothed in Transience
No Permanence is ours to hold and keep
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Spend the night with me
In a city that has no name
And I will let your embers
Singe my throat
As the street lights drown
In haze and smoke
Spend the night with me
In a place beyond gods and men
As we bare our souls
To the flaws of our hands
When the morning comes
We disremember and pretend
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Beneath the ceilings
Along scheming walls
The shadows and the light
Brisk tether and play
In a palace of vertical hell
Through space and time
Beyond words or rhyme
Tired eyes let boredom lie
Lungs choking, drowning
In things that were missing
The curtains dance
Against the pale
Gloom of the morning
Struggling to find sway
With the echoes of the wind
Caffiene and nicotine
Accompany the day
I wonder how many times
I've tried to push
And shove them away
Sober bottles scattered
On blameless floors
Bringing to light
The deeds of the night
In non-existent memories
I am asleep in daylight
To slumber I awake
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC