There is no sweeter sound
Than the listless sighs of
Those who love
For the sake of Love alone
-
For him to have no secret aspirations
Except to keep her warm
For the sake of keeping her warm
And warm alone
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
A silver spiral runs from the roof of the tallest skyscraper up into the sky
All the way up 'til it hits the clouds and disappears
The streets beneath are full of fears
But the silver spiral sheds no tears.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
Please,
All the dishwashers I've refilled:
Pass them along to the lollipop guild.
Sincerely,
Me.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
If I pooled my existence into a neat, little timeline
Pointing out specific places where my life had changed for the better
Showing-off people who have influenced me and made me who I am today with little red flags
If I decided to catalog my life so far on a long, thin, black bar
You would be at the center
At the beginning, and at the end
And in all places, all spaces
All times, memories, triumphs, losses, and happenstances
The black line would be red as a crimson bow
And your name would be leading the way to my future like a pillar of fire
Without you, that line would be stark and stripped and plain
You've made me who I am today
You've been there every step of the way
And I can only hope I haven't been too big of a pain
I love you
Because you've been my saving grace.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
**skeleton man
meets the dust
and rusts**
his white bone
is vacant of red.
**skeleton man
keeps a key
in his pocket**
It's a locket
That stores his heart and soul.
**skeleton man walks with a limp:
an eerily timorous skip
like some frightened child**
he's a ghost
That lives
And never dies.
**skeleton man's cheeks are hollow
and his smile is splintered
and his hugs are cold**
he's old
full of mold
he's decaying.
**skeleton man walks alone
with the desert dust
and the broken, wagon wheel
and the black raven's croak
and the dissidence of a million nights spent listening to imaginary voices in the wind forever and ever and ever and ever**
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
The clouds are somber
-Your hair smells like wildflowers-
The wind is furious
-You dance like a wild Lakota-
The storm has started
-You grab my hand and smile-
Thunder strikes
-You offer me shelter from the rain-
Lightning sears and sizzles
-I follow and soon forget my pain-
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Off the silvery coast
A starving shipwreck flees
To escape, what can it be?
Just a murdered vessel's remains left at sea
-
On the open wilds, the woody plains of life
There always will be strife
A young woman turned to wife
But she don't love
-
In the icy wilderness, a man treads stoutly on
He is lost, but feels at home
The darkest place is safe, secure, and silent.
-
The hermit waits away the days in shadow, without sun
The hermit waits away the days in peace, without a soul.
The hermit has no need to wander wearily away
Until the break of day
What are the chances that he'll stay?
What are the chances that they'll understand me?
-
You walk a pace, the human race, divided, in your hands
A beach
In water
Sand
They never come together
They are separate.
-
Each one wishes, waits to show
That they indeed are real
They they indeed can feel
That their hearts aren't made of steel
And if pacts were signed they'd boot across the shores to face their fears.
-
A man will show his lover the hidden secrets of his heart
And if they break apart
The secrets will run lost in callous hands
-
Would it be better to isolate?
Or learn to face the pain?
I am lost in hail and rain
And my head is breaking out with sores and sorrows
-
The hermit waits away the days in shadow, without sun
The hermit waits away the days in peace, without a soul.
The hermit has no need to wander
For he has found himself in silence
And there's no need for alliance
No secrets shared, nor hidden passage found.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
I speak, but I can't because words fail me
I jump, but I'm always pulled down by gravity
I reach, but an invisible voice tells me I'm too small, don't even try
I cry, but my tears are parched and dry
I scream, but all that comes out is air
I bleed, but the bleeding is clogged
I run, but the farthest I get is to the floor
I gasp. This can't last.
Time is my enemy.
How to not disgrace my existence? what resistance is stopping me besides myself?
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
The room was clouded with wisps of smoke, the smell of cheep tobacco mixing with the foul fetter of Budweiser's.
Heavy boots crowded the compact living room, some pacing on the floor, others resting on stools, and one certain pair standing on the couch. As the evening waned, their owners smoked and drank and composed.
The fan droned on above the huddle of men, attempting to counter-act the thick, humid air and suffocating clouds of smoke.
Likewise, the window hung open, a slight breeze entering in, attempting to remind the men that outside there was spring. However, not even the sweet smell of growing grass and greening pine trees could awaken the thinking mass of musicians.
Under the soft whirring of the fan hummed a gentle strum of acoustic guitars, two were in sync, one was free to do what he pleased.
At first the song was melancholy, an almost sickening minor protruding through the chords.
However, the two guitars which played this mournful tune were soon over-ruled by the lone guitar, this guitar introducing an almost ****** tune, sweet with lively colors, walks in the park; moody with aromatic evenings spent in wild-flower fields and peaceful nights sitting by the river, fishing and playing Texas Hold'em for pennies.
This strum of chords soon awakened the other musicians and as their ears perked up to the sound their eyes fell upon the man, the man with the boots that stood on the couch.
As the groups' gaze circled onto the man, he finished with a lulling C sharp minor and pulled the smoldering cigarette from his mouth, cocking his head towards the men and smirking ever so slightly as he proclaimed in his proud, deep, southern accent, an eyebrow raising to mark their heedfulness, "And there, gentlemen, is true music."
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Baby leaves a' blooming
Nuzzled up to sunbeams
Shimmering and radiating
Joy and Youth
-
Storm clouds a' looming
Atmospheric wonder
Oh, I hear the thunder:
Fear and Pain
-
Aged man a' brooding
His lungs are giving out on him
Stubborn years of smoking left
Anger and regret
-
Little kids a' laughing
***** are bouncing everywhere
Not a worry, nor a care, jus'
Ignorance and Fun
-
Kind momma a' crooning
Smiling so softly
She knows she incepts
Both Love and Hate
-
For baby is a' crying
Coddled in his mother's arms
He has the potential
To Help or to Harm.
-
To Help or to Harm.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC