Visions collide
Here, I reside
Closing doors with my mind
Chasing shadows, leaving friends behind
If only I could bend time
Turn demons into simple crimes
Sweep away emotions and trembling oceans
Can I plunge into the Earth
without leaving a mark?
Crowding thoughts
Is it all for naught?
I've turned the dreams away
Faded nights turn to gray
Corroding minds, they all unwind
Plunging into water
How soon will it be till I falter?
If only I could bend time
Turn demons into simple crimes
Sweeping emotions, reflecting oceans
Can I rise from this Earth
without leaving a mark?
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
SSSSSSSS!!
My heart was a firecracker
CRACKLE!!!
And you had lit my fuse
ZWINNGG!!!
Foolishly, I stepped too close to the sparks
KABOOM!!!
And then I was blown apart by your flame
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
She floats over a field of paper flowers
and I, watching her,
feel as if I've fallen through corroded ground.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
They cut me down to free
The warmth they saw in me.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
I will myself alive through these network pages
and even as the sun rises above, I never see it.
I am instead illuminated from the light
of this mirror glass screen
Where pictures form into pixelated sentences
And words are a slanted language, creating different meanings
In this place: population 7 billion
though I never see their faces
Instead shrouded behind the mystery
of strange, colloquial phrases.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
When looking at one's own reflection
It's like looking at another dimension
Everything is the same, but...
deceptively so.
If you stared hard enough,
open-mouthed and peering
You'd see that
Your right ear is on your left
Left eye is right,
as if your person was....
backward? No.
Just a reflection.
But it is interesting to think
that there is a world beyond
with only a thin glass in between.
A world that is yours,
just a play-back in reverse.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Fiddle dee dum,
Fiddle dee dee
Everywhere leaves will rustle for me
Everywhere trees will dispense them for free
Oh, if i found a red one for thee
Of maple, oak, and sycamore, see?
Look! How they lift and float in the breeze
Pluck them out, PLUCK
They dodge and they tease...
Tumble down, THUMP
ARGGHHH scabby knees!
Fiddle dee dum, and fiddle dee dee
Everywhere leaves will rustle for me
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Trace the lines
Breathe out, you're fine.
The cracks are only there
to disarm you
I said come back
come back from black
but you crumpled away
a dry wilt in the sand
Vacant, you are
My once shining star
But even stars
are boiling alive
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
They say you're chaos, grim, and flirty,
and that the words you speak are
*****
you spit ****** flip the birdie
Creep like a callous beetle
over the Earth
(Or more specifically, the city)
Well I said I'd slap you silly
Shove your hands into dirt, nails
gritty
"That's what you get fer stayin' in this
city.
Now get yer defilin' *** back home"
(What a pity)
Then I'd say "Son, yer swinging high, and soon
you'll be dry
I've had up to here with the aches
and the sighs
You pack your bags while I shout with
my eyes,"
and you don't want that, as neither
do I
Even so, of these things I must say
clear:
My worry for you is more than
just fear
Besides ****** I hear moans of
tedium, my dear
And so I feel life is better for you
far from here
Away from here, go on, away
from here, from this
***** city
Show then to those who say "he
couldn't be"
that "be" could only mean anything
you'd want it to be
And you'd never again "be"
a creeping beetle of the city
but the sonorous sliver that warms
the Earth
on a darkened day
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Moonrise
when the sun should sink
and the dry desert cry would ring
through the night
and you will soar
You will soar,
as if the wind must ask
of more
And a cracked tulip may shrivel
from the rasped breath
of your flight
Yet, it's you alone in your might.
And none would know of
your plight,
none other than the moon.
That laughing moon....
If only to pluck it out with talon-ed finger...
But you, with clever eye,
will see that so long as your sole arch
carves the sky
perhaps could quake even the shadowed backs of devils below and
still
always
you will soar
Night glider, sing
Sink, or take wing
Dry wind on feather
Earth and bird, together
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC