Petal to petal;
Withheld, so brittle.
Unstable yet settled,
Undermine, unleveled.
Spoiled with shadows
Coiled in soil.
Divulge subtle flashes
Of a violet so royal
As within so complex,
Though without context.
You’ll find the subtext
Once this flower is annexed.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
I bury exhaled consistency,
the branch
cultivated by stigmas
locked to stock.
Back to the trenches
To be digested by
A faded blue
of obsession
for depression
Enamored
with culpability.
Ingested as scattered
Parables punctuated with
Shadowed flaws forthwith
Swept over by sponsors
Who fix; protect.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
She's got the voice of an angel
Her lips conform with gods
I'm unable to be stable
So I sit and nod
I've got the voice of a Demon
A gargoyle in the night
Drawing followers out of the light
And I never see what I really need because what I really need is to see.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Dear God:
You will be my best imaginary friend
You'll circulate.
Hey god,
We'll incorporate
Your practice.
Holy water drips in the past tense.
My passion striped away by his lashings
I know I'm asking
A lot.
I pray for the lasting
Of us.
Tip toed walls
Surround me.
Blocking out the guarded son, and his glory.
You live under god
I live under an open mind.
Until he shows
And releases a sign.
I loved you through a letter.
He loved you through books.
Until you discover what "it" took,
You're open mind, mind, mind, mind, do you mind?
I'm stuck with differences so I ask all the time.
Do you mind, mind, mind, mind
What I believe?
Because me and your god,
We share similarities.
I loved you so,
I hugged your soul,
I was tender and caring
I was close to you.
Now I'm a distant
You know this
We share final words
It
is
finished.
Amen.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Swoon, swindled, spindled, and spun.
Wisp of a hand,
to the possession of tongues.
With your lungs producing breath; methane gas.
Lips like matches,
with tendencies to strike,
engulfing us in a passionate blaze.
Bodies connected in the dark,
the silhouette of your euphoric body proved that ignorance was needed and illumination,
never needed.
Settle.
Intertwined in the repose,
Was the leaf to our stick.
Fathomed indentation
Tethered in our unspoken script
Heavy apparitions conjured from tight gasps.
Releasing 3 whispered words,
becomes our catalyst.
One embedded in your eyes
A riptide
of size to rise
the ties
in the endearing future of our lives
until we say our goodbyes
you'll shed this pain that cuts like knives.
Daydreaming of electric wires.
Tiptoeing on what
hangs lower than our fire.
Closed currents in the air
You continue the shock
as your fingers dance through my hair.
We're the flowers and petals,
withered into the passion we're plagued with.
Oh so crowded,
We're cursive
Characters tied in knots,
We can't be split.
Fearing the closure,
We mustn't ever be print...
...Fragmented, affluent, vacant, and split.
The script unraveled
Not cursive,
now print.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
You dwindled away,
growing faint,
like the morning dew on lamented grass.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Left flowers on your grave stone,
Only wanting to be close to you again.
I don't like you so cold in the dark,
Soon I'll love you 3 feet apart.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Oh darling.
Oh darling!
Help knot this noose.
Spill out the contractors spindled spew.
My leash is as tethered as my thoughts.
Kick the stool angled foot
Remove tension,
don't slack.
I've decided I just don't want to keep my thoughts inside.
They aren't always sane,
but have tendencies to seek the "in."
My departure welcomes the cold and bitter.
As the winter.
To which the tree holds the sight of.
Chlorophyll picked away from leaves
to fulfill a coming life.
I will restore the color back in the splintered rings held inside.
This withered branch; my neck.
Ready to untwine
From burdening weight balanced on my spine.
SNAP!
Fingers snap to my fall.
4 counts per measure
Each conducted with quietus posture.
A contortionist to the meaning of nurture.
Oh you
Oh darling
Oh me, oh my.
Hanging from this tree oh why says I.
Do I have to die?
Oh right,
NO! Wrong let's lie in light.
That tree giving color,
given hope.
Painted again by my deaths brush stroke.
What I thought would be so warm and welcoming...
Is only what I had before...
Nothing.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
So I looked at my mother and asked her "I'm sorry but what do you speak?"
With a stern look in her face she said "Your nothing to me William, you're only a disgrace."
But mother? WAIT! Mother!
Are my words special or is my self, a son special?
No son you're not special.
Your words mean bleak...
You simple minded fool.
Hate is all you seek.
Oh how cruel,
Your words spill with the old.
Repeated system of vocabulary directed at my point.
That point, a heart, one desperate, one in need.
Of a caring mother who may see something special in me.
Well mother I can write.
I can write your worries.
And hold them tight like your once told bed time stories.
But these new story's that cut so deep,
Hold demons and monsters suffocating my heart beat.
Flip the switch you caretaker.
Press delete.
Erase me from your whittled life,
To one not carved to include me.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
I'm the forever bête noire,
plagiarizing the plague rising cellar door.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC