I am a simple mind.
Striving to survive.
My own intentions.
I'm not one of a kind.
Just the only one alive.
I've no dimension.
Some say that I am blind.
But somehow I survive.
Inside reflection.
Once upon a time.
My body was alive.
But now it seems to be just an extension
of my will and a prevention of my own
perverse pretension.
And all I ever wanted was direction.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
These tragedies that we've called love
Are now anything but
Now that these winding, painful paths have crossed
We've been led into each other
And now it is you
It is your eyes I see when I close mine
It is your voice I hear when the cacophony of the world dies down
It is your skin I feel pressed on mine
In the darkness of the night
Yours is the absence I feel now
Exquisitely and reverentially
For the end of this absence
Your absence
Brings your embrace
Brings your lips to mine
If only for a moment
This moment is...
This moment is eternal
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
Relegated to a realm of torture.
Destined for automated descent.
Initiated into the rights of torment.
Loneliness is inborn.
Congenital corrosion of cathartic dreams.
Forever fatal is...
Forever fatal is...
Ruinous.
Led to the shores of cognitive dissonance.
Decaying notes of common dissent.
Pulsing cacophony with desolate resonance.
Strumming the strings of this malcontent.
Forever fatal is...
Forever fatal is...
Ruinous.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
You're a dream
That crawled into my bed
And never came true
You're a laugh
About to burst into tears
What you are
Is vague
And beautiful
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
I've been searching for a metaphor
in your eyes
that does not reside there
Searching for the words
to express the beauty of your being
in a language not yet invented
You are the metaphor
You are the language
I've written poems
in your meter and rhythm
on the small cracks in my heart
No form
no structure
does justice
You are free of form
so I write to you in the freedom that you are
the freedom that you've given
There are things we cannot see
nor say
But in you, they are seen
In you, they are said
You are the direction faced when I pray
The prayer and what is prayed for
The question
and the answer
Pouring over every word
Searching for perfection
I've come to realize
I've been searching for a metaphor
In your eyes
The existence of which cannot be seen
In such a small and subtle beauty
You are the metaphor
It is in everything you are
You are the poetry
I've always wished to write.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
My ego swells
As time fortells
My every last contrivance.
So self-aware
My inner stare
It lends to me a silence.
Oh, what a toll
To feel my soul
Scrape against the hollow.
And so alone
With piercing tone
With no god left to follow.
As moral sense
Constructs a fence
That soon becomes a wall.
To keep away
The social fray
And bring growth to a stall.
We need the fight
To bring to light
The darkness of our hearts.
To fill the hole
Left in our soul
When we let myth depart.
We don't evolve
When left to solve
A fiction erred as fact.
A book of lies
To close our eyes
As common sense is sacked.
The demon priest
Not yet deceased
Still holds most in his grasp.
But he shall see.
There's no more need
For clinging to the past.
We shall rise against your lies.
We shall open up our eyes.
And see the truth.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
Handfull of flower petals
Bloodstains and twisted metal
Force-fed inebriation
Bright lights, strange floatation
Wanted more No more now
Wanted more No more now
Thoughtless rain falls unending
Thoughtless pain, no pretending
Present tense, future hollow
Here today, lost tomorrow
No more now No more now
No more now No more now
Run free and I'll protect you
I swear I won't neglect you
Run now. They may select you
Run now, they may dissect you
Run from this place of horrors
Labyrynthine corridors
Creatures of four and four
Step through each and every door
Know more now No more now
Know more now No more now
Far from the place of colors
Far from sisters and brothers
Handfull of flower petals
Bouquet of when we settled
First and last day together
Taken away forever
Know more now...
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
Ashtray full of ill at ease
Sugar highs and nicotine
Caffeine frantic
******* scene
Adrenaline and dopamine
Depleted of the best of me
More and more and more is sure
To bring us back to where we were
Keep the word flow
Fast and slow
Please don't, please don't, please don't go
Let's sing and dance, this circus show
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Sick and tired lazy eye.
Cold and breezy morning.
Nothing left to smoke at all.
And no check for a few more hours.
I'm trying very hard today.
To be as honest as ever.
I feel the strange and bitter wind.
It feels a little better than before.
Nearly cried a couple times.
Watching stupid flicks.
Self-induced insomnia.
****** with no plants of my own.
Please go to sleep so I can rob you.
I'd hate to ask again.
And there's an imposition downstairs.
So I can't rob him.
I'll make a bit of coffee.
I'll have to wash a mug.
Because you neglected your responsibility.
Once again.
And I have no end nor patience.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
I love this new cold autumn breeze
Falling rain and changing leaves
Everything this season means
I love this new cold autumn breeze
I feel the free and flowing fall
Surround me in the chilly wind
Winding all around my mind
I feel the free and flowing fall
I need the change of mood this brings
The sullen, somber sadness sings
A stranger sort of peace it brings
The sullen, somber sadness sings
The grey of winter soon to be
A darker season soon to be
But autumn is here, it's here for me
Until the winter comes for me
The summers past
With all its sun
And finally my autumn has come
my autumn is here, it's here for me
Until the winter comes for me
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC