Emptiness, dark room, twelve o'clock, somewhere in space.
Shallow thoughts of trivial travesties
pace through tired tracks, never ceasing;
swollen feet aching for relief;
they run wild
until their toes bleed through their white linen socks
and their faces yield blurred spectacles of anguish.
Hairline fracture of the skull,
oozing dark wishes and sick devotions,
so afraid
that anyone and anything might remind you
of your little demon children
starving at the supper table,
calling for mama as they
sluggishly move their frail little bodies
in wretched formations.
The salt of their tears is
your seed to silently sow;
all you need to know.
To live and forget who you are all at once;
it's nice to sometimes escape fast,
we hardly have a say in these things, you know.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
It's the week's end and
I have no place to be,
but believe me,
I'm far from free.
Hollow black fills my brain
in anticipation of dark solitude,
you will do this to yourself
again and again.
It's the week's end and
I have no one to see,
just my thoughts and me
in this little room
going nowhere in particular.
Working together in aimless desperation,
seeking order in the chaos,
turning up empty-handed
always.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Well you should be grading your exam today
so you know what I did wrong
and you don't have a problem
you can get it together
and I have no way of you going up with me
you know what you did
too well I thought
I had too many things I didn't do
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
Death of a man
is the only person I know
that is happening here
and he has to come to you
and he has a lot more to do
and you just don't say no one is good
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
Too bad it's a pretty cool game
but I can't play
with my friends
and I can't play
with my new friends
and I'm so sorry to say
that it was a pretty cool game.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
My mom just wanted to say hi
and she said
I was really happy to be a good man.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
I never thought
you would be able
again
Too many people would love you
too many times
before I got to see it again
I hope you're okay
you love me
you do love me so sweet
and I hope you're happy all day.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
You are the only one
you want me too
please me
I hope you're happy with your family
my god and my life
god is perfect
and you can be the god
god bless god.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
You were once a scared soul
trapped inside a child's fractured imagination;
driven to believe
only the best truth lies could tell,
driven to want
that which you could not have,
and driven to love
all that came too easily.
If only there were a god greater than fear,
we would have won by now.
You packed your things in an orderly manner;
made no fuss on your way out--
no, we barely heard you leave at all.
And then one day,
things were stranger than usual:
a note in your place,
but the pages were blank;
your name, a trace
etched into our wall
as if to say, "Don't you recall?"
And I can't say we do,
though it occurs to me
from time to time
that somewhere
you are waiting
for a day that won't arrive,
biding your time
and regressing forevermore
into the empty abyss
of no recollection.
No, we barely heard you
leave at all.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
It's a special day
when black coffee and cigarettes are enough to get by,
when numb terrors of inadequacy subside;
when the flaws you wanted so desperately to hide
become new things you calmly confide;
when worries cease your paralysis of mind,
a day when your heart feels open wide;
and, for once, when you said, "I'm alright,"
I could tell you really mean it.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC