World,
World of days, World of hours.
Grey visions of doom surround
the veil of light covering darkness
and that thought
is yours to keep.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Some of these days
children will stop eating your dreams
and the eternal void of thinking silently,
the eternal darkness of your internal voice
will forever be
just noise
and
that pain,
that tedious light
at the end of the trail
won't drag you
away
no more.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
a fast skirling wind
raced through the gumtree limbs
bending their branches
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
It must mean something
see through you,
count with your heartbeat
the days gone,
erase the mist,
the clouds, the leaves.
Death must mean something.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
It is late
too late now,
everything hurts,
you have no face at all.
Lights are still shining bright
while your broken soul is dying.
Sense and meaning,
two things that I don't seem to get.
Come here and tell me
that you care.
This heartless city keeps burning all your letters.
Somehow I'm not impressed.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
touch and allure
blush lipstick make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Sharp shards
Shine on
Cracked glass thoughts
Of you
Cut my fingers
& transcendence
Took over
I wrote us
In sticky scarlet
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
on
the
river
where
a twig
leaf
a bit of
there
float
down
stream
aware
the tug
tow
drift
abounds
I feel
almost
calm
surrender
to life's
magnets
cores
electrons
all that's
in me
deeper
where
I feel
that
draw
that
picture
of a curve
an undertow
framed
in sudden
cold a
splash
wetter
than any
euphism
I spew
******
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
Spitting on your momma's grave
you start to think about happiness,
silly jokes and rainy clouds.
It's okay to be dark sometimes.
And we can be kids,
kids for days.
Hanging on the old cassettes,
being kids for days.
Please let them forget our faces.
Set them free.
And no more rainbows, please,
no more sugar free sodas.
You can keep the change.
Sleeping early is only good
if you wake up late.
Oh, momma, this is the end.
Can we be kids for days?
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Every little word comes with a price.
Shapes and figures,
instant past,
the time, oh, the knowledge.
We can do it, loving a piece of tree,
hating the dance of leafs,
giving, oh, always giving
to receive.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC