The smoke has given away
to a scene of grim disarray
I ponder in the rumble
of my imprisonment
its not over
nor will it ever be
this war is not fought with gun nor grenades
but with chemicals of mass destruction
I've been shackled from conception
its all I have ever known
I have been a prisoner of this war
before I was even born
the same scene of battle rages on and on
I am solider with a purple heart
now shackled to the floor.
I am a warrior who fought the armies
I am the knight who slayed your beast
but your demons have captured me
the best of my best has been beat.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 3:58 AM UTC
I lay here with you
in your mess
your chaos
your distress
The bed is so warm
but you?
why are you so numb?
you lay here with me
half asleep
half awoke in some other world
Do you even know I am here?
we lay together in the same room
but are thousands miles apart
I am wake
but your half asleep...
we are close no more
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 5:16 AM UTC
I refuse to rhyme
I refuse to repeat
its not my kind of thing you see
to repeat and repeat
then say the the same thing again
what kind of world would we live in
if I repeat the same thing again
that would be ******* poetry
and me a horrid poet indeed
indeed I would know it
if I was a bad poet
for I would always rhyme then repeat
waste of my time
then a time of my waste
thank goodness!
but I should proof read this just in case.
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 4:43 AM UTC
Wait in the darkness
I cannot bare to look
at your bare expression
everything I don't wanna feel
is behind those hazel eyes
so please ...oh please
listen to my plea
stay and wait in the shadow
for if we become seen
the truth will be bright
and it will burn
like a blistering light
turning our likeness to ash.
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 3:57 AM UTC
green mud puddles spill over
unto the salt water
tiny ripples spread about like
looking for a place to go
then disappear with each current
each drop makes the water rise
up,up
untill its drowning my eyes
my body and the lies
washing away the internal cries
of the lost internal child.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:59 AM UTC
The little girl hummed the tune over and over
to give hope to the gray room
the sun peaking finally through the blinds
she kept the tune in her mind
her eyes were heaving from moisture and no sleep
the prayer stone imprinted in her hand
giving up control the things she didn't understand
what the little girl didnt comprehend
why this kept happening again and again
when her mom turned into someone else
she felt panic that she may never come back
but just like before she hymned some more
and waited for the dark room turn gray
waited for her mom to moan her name
from the other side of the door
and so just like before
she lay beside her and she hymned some more
“Jesus loves me yes I know, for the bible tells me so”
until they both were in a drunken slumber
no more praying. no more humming...
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:58 AM UTC
is the pure desire
that sets that soul of love on fire
and hums to the tune of gathered hearts beating
keeps on going, always repeating
and truest-in the song-is listened
and still waiting for dry tears to glisten
that should tear many of souls
that kept waiting in the cold
ive listened in the coldest land
and desired in the sea of sand
yet, always beyond proximity
i asked a question- please love me?
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:56 AM UTC
24 redlines across my arm
Safe from pain free from harm
Slowly it seeps out the pain
Let it drain, to keep me sane
12 drops of heaven on the closet floor
I find my weapon and lock the door
Sorry god, just one more slice
Make it deep. forget the price
6 seconds of internal screaming
Praying to the lord some one can hear me
Silence is now my only friend
No more waiting till I can dice again
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:55 AM UTC
Leaning against the metal cold door
Nailed shut
Bang, bang
In it goes
Each entry cracks the heart
Heals the
soul
Making the feet grow
Cold
Here I am
In front of the
Entrance
That used to make up my
Existence
No Turing back
Doorknob is
Useless
Loving you was meaningfully
Fruitless
No knocking on the other end
All is quiet
Finally Time to mend
Against
The door nailed shut
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:51 AM UTC
Cease the flame
Thicken ash of remorse left
voices go unanswered
The pleading though..
The pleading never stopped
Bewilderment of the present
Swallowing all distant thoughts
Rearranging there sequence
Rearranging what begat
Death ignited the spark
and took of the bark
Darkened its roots
and left the child
With the purple stain feet
mute.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:47 AM UTC