I tried to memorize every inch of you
The way the right side of your face
Dimples and your eyes squint
And light up as bright as the city
Below those mountains we climbed
The way your fingers became
Spider legs crawling to find the right words
But I always became distracted
By the explosions of my insides
Crumbling at the sight of you
I remember the way I felt
When your hand would brush my knee
As you gently switched gears
In that beautiful old Volvo
I wanted to drive for days
With no destination
I wish I was an extension of you
The way that car is
I tried to realize this could be it
So I held on to each passing moment
As if I gripped the seats hard enough
It wouldn't change to just another memory
And I could stay forever
And I don’t know if words
are better left unsaid
Or when you said
I love you
It meant I’m sorry.
Now I'm reaching for moments
I let pass me by and I think
Maybe I didn't hold strong enough
I try and remember the way your
Eyes would glaze over and soak in
Every stupid story I've ever told
I'm dragging behind and I can't shake
The thought of you forgetting me too
And I'm reaching for answers
Of questions not yet formed
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
sometimes i wish
you were still the bitter taste
left on my tongue
instead of bleeding lips
and swallowed sweet nothings
sometimes i think
you’re the tar in my lungs
and for a second when i can’t breath
i remember how it feels
to look at
the icy rivers
and black hole iris
of your being
sometimes i wish
i knew how your hands felt
around my neck
but i think i thought i felt them there
since the night you left
me choking
on lies
that spewed with warm *****
and blaming tears on the stormy weather
sometimes i think
you think all the same
or maybe i just wish too much
pleasure and pain go hand in hand
but to me
with you
its just the same
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
"Love and pain go hand in hand"
he said to me with roses.
And on the concrete ground where our eyes first met
the thorns cut thru my static, once numb chest.
He took the key he crafted when lands forced us to part
And the chains remained binding, wrapped so tight,
locked to him forever more.
He bound me up that night at the docks,
the city rush became the soundtrack of newfound love.
We imprinted our existence to his leather-bound book,
a story that became etched into my soul
in a language only he could decode.
Time passed quicker than the cars I almost still hear echo.
Too soon he was locked in pages of the past
That night at the docks, the willows enraptured,
welcoming us home, we found our kingdom.
We clung to the scarce grass as if we could hold
on to that moment in time for eternity.
It blew on with the wind, singing a cadence on repeat,
so deceptive yet ever resolving
Each second became the last
Being late never tasted so bittersweet;
For we became kids with no concept of time
and no grasp for words.
Silence never resonated so loud
as when we lost all will to speak.
I yearned to learn every reflection of your black hole iris
Longed to learn each blinding shimmer, no matter how lost I might have become
I felt something in a familiar gaze,
a desire forgotten0, or not yet found
The water before us mirrored broken reflections of his sparking eyes
The skyline before us could have never over shined
his beautiful silhouette, illuminated beyond the moon, city or stars.
But, love and pain go hand in hand
I am forever more reminded by these scars
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
The devils claw grips your throat.
Every word you’ve been taught
ripped and slaughtered,
stolen with your screams-
Silenced
He calls on hell to drag you down.
Pressure pins you like a board,
crushing your lifeless limbs.
Mind and body fight through dimensions,
breath weakened and weary.
Paralyzing pain and darkness
swallows you whole.
A reoccurring but distant whisper seeps
close, stinging your ears,
Ringing and possessing.
Claiming you his until sun’s birth.
For there’s no rhyme or reasoning
evil runs its own course
no barriers or rules.
The greatest force knows no form.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
Where I come from does not define me
It is "where are you going?"
You should be asking
Though where I was may help shape
and create me,
Or perhaps help you understand me,
All that can change tomorrow, you see,
I am on a continuous path
To where I am going for
Yesterday will not matter
Tomorrow it'll be gone
So I tell you;
I come from today.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
My internal world does not match the exterior
I open my eyes and the flourishing trees
Are bare and shivering
Your face has grown old, years of pain,
Yet I did not see it change.
Your prickly chin now rest above my head
Now hung in dispare, trying to disconnect the past;
My present
The pain you bring is the pain I create
The tides don't pull when I'm not by the sea
The rain doesn't fall when I can't feel the tears of the sky
The wind doesn't sing when I don't feel the rush
The sun doesn't shine when I'm locked in the dark
And my heart doesn't best when it does not belong to you.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
The world turns within and without you
Though contains you, does not limit you.
I am one, I am all -but
A messenger of lies
Or a masked carbon copy
Or a vessel planted to the cold groud,
Though do not abandon my roots.
I am a passion filled star beaming towards the earth
Conditioned far beyond conformity
Listen close, don't be blinded by aesthetic beauty
My words, there lies the message
You are free
Free from machine
The mechanism will function within or without you.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Millions of sense, on which the country runs,
Thrown mindlessly into the register,
As meaningless as the blank robot faces
Making their routine stop
They feed their trained starving mouths
Filled and spilled with empty substance
Chemicals mixed to send shock to
Molded wired brains
Hm, black suit today.. It reeks of death
Black suits and briefcases stinking up
The stale space between the four walls,
That lock them in tighter than their own minds,
But not strong enough to mask the stale burnt beans
Mask, masked faces, painted smiles,
tired, tired eyes
Leave
Their pockets that much emptier.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
Truth is-
Truth is a lie
For I am trapped in a reality
Of one not conditioned for my kind
Perception is key to the unlocked universe
But what if I'm locked out of the world in which I was born?
I don't speak their language or get their jokes,
But since we are being honest, I don't care
All the pretty images, no thought evoked
In my own dimension, no one stares.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Compose our story on cold wood we clutch,
let fingers play that familiar tune.
The keys, they trickle as light as your touch
on my hips, soft, then hear that tension boom.
A trace is broken as passion crashes,
consonance only our bodies can create
like something seen in light of matches.
The strings come to life, a scene to narrate.
Reflection dim in that old baby grand
the echoed sound and crash reoccured,
two lovers intertwine, soul in his hand.
The sweetest melody they’ve ever heard.
And although keys may grow out of tune and crack,
those hands forever keep me crawling back.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC