white mountain, your beauty is revealed
your top rises above the lake bed and beyond the trees
and breaks through the barrier which contains us
Winter's cold wind carries cigarette smoke up to you
and the burning ash falls into the water below the bridge
a perfect scenic picture fading with the sun
and a pink portrait of light fills the sky before it all disappears
the **** is stomped and disposed of with time we will all secumb to the night hide these secret burning lights
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 1:49 AM UTC
Dig your own grave
day after day
deep down into the ground
through the roots of the trees
past the skeletons of ancient beasts
into the lava hidden at the core
dig down through layers of soil.
dig until this hell becomes your home
until your own grave is filled full of pain
when your hands will shake from strain
when legs give out and fail you
and your bent back aches
and the darkness becomes more comfortable for your eyes
but do not stop to feel that pain until you reach the fullest extent of what it could possibly be.
then, when no more can be taken
when the heat is moments from consuming you. you will awake
and fade from this false heaven we call our home.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 1:37 AM UTC
Am I swimming? Or am I floating?
Something's changed
It's a new feeling
Once lost but now found
The breath released out of me is calmer than it ever has been
The weight of the air no longer seems to weigh me down
And the water doesn't **** me in
I stare up at the sky above and for hours I don't mind just sitting and staring
I must be floating
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
These glasses have fixed my views
And repaired my perception and my moods.
I can finally see clearly.
Not that I was ever blind
But when I stared off, far away,
I couldn't decipher the signs.
They were strange, foreign to me
I couldn't make them out.
Then I placed on an old pair of glasses
To help me see.
Presently, I stand in a home. One that is not mine own and I can see what I never could before.
I see a new life for me.
One that is filled with music art literature and history
Where I'm surrounded by nature happiness and family.
It's a new vision that these glasses have given me and I'm hopeful to make it my reality.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
He has dug deep wounds into the sockets of my eyes
And rang sounds so horrendous that my eardrums burst to escape
Vocal cords were vandalized, relieving my vulnerability to cry
Still, some senses remain so I reach out to feel your memorable shape.
My only fear feeds on what's left of my fading corpse
That your skin be burnt or your body damaged beyond fix
And all I'll have is my last remaining force
Then I shall recall you with my lips
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
The window is open and from the sky a bright light sends an old memory of you, to me.
Layers of blankets lay scattered widely across your room, draping off your bed
Soft Yellow lights fall from the roof and shine a heavenly glow around your head
That night the moon captured two wounded strangers laying there
Whispering and laughing, allowing their secrets to be captured by the air.
Time faded away
I held onto the moon too tight
So as I sit, reflecting on the night
I notice how badly I miss those yellow lights
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Did I fall into a void for a minute while I was thinking?
Did I suddenly disappear away from here while I was blinking?
For so long my absence has played tricks on my mind
I was living every second and yet I forgot to breath
I was totally present and yet completely unaware
I am here and there and everywhere
Where am I now? Who am I?
Have I lost all memory or worse
Have I changed?
Like the leaves in fall or the shedded skin of a snake
I leave an old safe behind in my wake.
And all I feel is fear.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
My intake took your fuel and ran it threw
to this carburetor and disguised itself as a brain.
It took all the information thrown at it and combined it together, then a little spark caused an explosion, which led me here:
I stood idle and held myself in the ice cold rain,
Water began dripping down on my shivering frame.
Each drop adding a beat like a song’s surrounding pound,
Running thoughts drown out into a long forgotten sound.
Pulling the handle I choose to release this body's soul.
And I strike solid like a nut whose free from the tool,
And land with a force derived from deep set desires.
Finally free from the strong grips of deadly pliers.
My soul is free, therefore it no longer seems to mind
That I drove away and left my lonely nut behind
And there it remains in the heat of the black asphalt
Sinking into the earth because of mine own ****** faults.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Countless times while scrolling down a screen
I've come across a glistening smile
From a girl who's wishing to be seen
I'll stare at her portrait for a while
Then read what she’s left for all to see
And contemplate the hypocrisy
Of her wonderful philosophy
Which she has laid out in front of me.
We seem to have a million ways to live
A thousand different techniques
That teach us how to thrive
A billion different people,
And it all comes to this:
That no one can find
Happiness
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
For you I shall search wearily through this night unill the lonesome loathing I’ve named darkness fades away.
For you I shall brave the bright oncoming light that your scorched sky shall send my way.
Oh, that I might grow to have the might to hold you tenderly, forever in my sight
Your kiss, which burns red onto my skin; burning with that lust that they describe to us as sin.
May it never leave, but to remain to remind me that our love is pain.
I sustain to every second
And every second I am held subject to my blinding queen
Evening comes eventually.
when you return, know me by my mark:
Buried in Ash I shall breath as the only burning ember of bark.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC