fails to grab me
and keep hold of me
the way he does
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
I will ask, but I dare not speak;
for to hear my own words would break me.
Where I cannot go I send my heart;
and in those places he finds not
what the soul seeks.
As the lofty dreamer leaps out into the grey hazed dusk
I call after him; to cry out for his safe return.
Treading the black waters of the devil's sea
called resentment, he spites me as the tow drags him down.
If ever he should return, another request
like this I will not make.
Treasure unfound is not worth
the loss of the heart.
I must ask, and be shattered
by my plea.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
both heaven and hell surround me
coexisting in my kingdom
the throne sits full
of false idols and imagined gods
the true king bows down
or runs from his own authority
i blindly pray to him
and make offering
he is indecisive
and insincere
unknowing and powerless
for all his shortcomings
there still is not one more fit to lead
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
in the end
it comes down
to wasted time
long nights
sweet whispers
soft lips
it all comes down
stop throwing logs in
and the fire might go out
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
he is many things
a musical
writer
on a
self loathing
train to nowhere
and though it may have crossed his mind
he did not wish to die
but rather
he wished to live forever
and his greatest fault
was that he thought he could
and among the space
between sleep and wakefulness
he envisioned a happy day
he knew would come
and even if it did not
he would still rise the next morning
to meet the day with enthusiasm
some days it is all he has though
to write it down
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
even a dull razor cuts
but a wet match won't light
the birds will return in the spring
and be gone by october
the point is
we all want to be understood
but poets muddy the water
with beautiful
but needless metaphors
maybe it is difficult
to see what i mean
maybe i like it that way
never heard
are the loudest screams
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
too eager you say
i feel something
not knowing
what your lines might read
i've made my exit
but the rest is unwritten
so they tell me
if i have another cue
i don't know about it
and the critics can't understand
that i write not for them
as the walls close in
and time slows down
i miss your frame
hovering elegantly
over mine
perhaps you're my greatest critic
and so these words are not for you
infected though my mind is
the sisters have no pity
reality will not bend for me
so i run from her
as i run from him
without the eagerness i need
we cant all win the race
and i never was very fast
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
with every grain of sand that drops
one less word is devoted to you
i still talk like someone is listening
but i know your ears have long since tuned out
living in a place where everybody speaks truth
has good intentions
likes simple things
population unknown
because everyone expects the worst in people
i'd rather expect the best
and be let down
than live in fear
of the evil
behind every mask
at the pit of every heart
it might be imagined
or maybe everything is
the sand and the words won't run out
but i will
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
like smoke
you can fill a room
and be gone just as quickly
all you need is a way out
but you won't find your way back into this room
the guys upstairs got tired of the door slamming
so they locked it
i would let you back in
if i thought you might stay
just for a little while
but you never do
in and out
like the burger joint
fast food love
you must like it
knowing that someone
somewhere
is hung up on you
a sorry excuse for a person
i feel like i'm wasting ink
because one day you'll use it all up
and words can't go as far as thoughts
i'll catch the next bus
i don't want to breathe you in
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
day to day
long stretches of boring
in between the good things
we live our lives waiting
on the next something
anything
and it comes
and goes just as easily
again we wait
on the next anything
i do not know what i live for
but it is not
cold mornings
sad goodbyes
or lonely nights
maybe those things pick us
i don't mind hanging in the balance
as long as i can see you there
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC