Where do men go when they can’t sleep
Up the river to a place where time passes like dreams
Their breath slips in and out of consciousness
While their hands tremble under the new fears
Feet crack under the pressure
Through the seams seep puddles of fresh water
That washes away the hollow men that stare and linger
They sway together like a feather as it collides with the earth
Bed in hand the men lie
Clutching onto the only thing that makes it clear
Time is just a passing thought
Bones quietly melt away
Far beneath are the sounds of waves
And the rustling of leaves
The sun dances about the sky
Painting in vibrant colors every memory of their sin
This time it won’t wash away
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
You see it’s not that you’re the voice that haunts my mind
But you’re the one the one that keeps me from sleeping at night
With lingering thoughts of slow translation
You kick and scream and tell me you did nothing wrong
I can see it all; your eyes are like the setting sun
Something beautiful leading to the depth of a void
An infinite place where I can just pass along
The shrieks fill my head as I clench to escape it
Groping at a hole that leaves me helpless
You know you have no hold of me
Yet, you try desperately to remind me of my failures
You’re like my own little demon on a rope
Break my legs again
I dare you
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:12 PM UTC
The stone from where you stand
Has begun to absorb into your soles
Motionless you stare
At everything you can’t reach
The sun can only feel empty upon your skin
I use you as a place to find shade
I found that your heart stopped beating in my hand
Absence is only felt from what once was
Breath for me slowly
Warm the gray that has covered you once again
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:11 PM UTC
Unearth from the muck and the darkness
Straining with white eyes to see
Everything that is breathing amongst thee
Cold he shivers from the sudden stillness
With body so frail
Broken collapsing into the position he knew so well
Wishing he could remember the smell
Of life under the ground
Breath is short and lifeless
Until it deepens at times passes on
Skin beautifully tainted
From that which radiates from his soul
His words are soft and fluid
As they caress the person gently
Leaving a chokehold
In which the person desires to be
He comes to you in passing
And you look him straight in the eye
And yet you see nothing moving
But forever he has changed your life
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:11 PM UTC
In this unconscionable soul rests a being
Void of knowledge, yet engaging in life
He has become stranded in his path
Nevertheless, he knows where to go, but reluctantly does not follow
The inability to stick with his logic has become a downfall
Blinded by the subtleness of repetition
He continues, unsurprised
Caught up in his unrequited lust for more
Sometimes, however, he finds truth in the greatest parts of his life
But instantly the figure appears, blinding
The figure haunts his memory
As dark as it is, he refuses to release it
Some unknown burden holds him closely
Entangled from years of darkness
Is it possible to even discover light?
Or is he eternally traveling with bloodless hands, outstretched in potential?
I find myself only able to whisper softly among the screams echoing in his head
Is it worth your life?
Without this burden you can truly find yourself
Can’t you see what it has made you?
Nothing more than a spec of dust in the ground
Worthless, beaten down by others
He placed himself in this state
Continuing to wander, as he desires
Hoping that in his brokenness he can bring life to something
The only influence he has is the darkness that consumes his soul
At one moment was change possible
Yet once again he has turned away
To find his worth in the loneliness of states
Unable to find redemption in his hollow face
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
Remember the day when things were different?
You used to be beautiful
With the way you captured me in every word you’d say
These spring days went back in time
Winter is here to stay
Now you lie awake
Sipping that coffee from the mug, homemade
You philosophize to make everything feel alive
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
My bare feet are worn from walking
Following the broken path
You stopped me and placed the flower you picked in my hair
Give me your breath, rejuvenating
I love the way, we make we
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
This beautiful mysticism that binds you to me so mysteriously
Is in the same way sweetening the perception of reality
My soul is now full of color
And the haunting aroma that follows you
Is etched into my skin
Your voice is just as awakening as the mountain it flows from
You possess the ability to tell me anything
For my ears are open intently to you
All you do is breathe into me
To bless life to me again
Only few have the strength to speak of verbal truths
From this you can speak everything
Your eyes capture the nature of the world
As you love the wayward
And kiss the broken
I can only see the man
That to me is above all else
To me you are everything
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 9:06 PM UTC