If I ever get out of this cage,
I'll move so far away,
they'll never see me again.
I dream of a great migration,
now trapped,
forced to suffer flagellation.
These chains that hold me in place
will be the same to shape a noose.
Infinity has never felt so long.
I say my last goodbye with the words,
"So long."
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Numb lips
Acid trips
These are the days
of our lives.
Lung skips
Short quips
These are the days
of our lives.
Soda slips
Dislocated hips
Regret fills my
Sundays.
Remote flips
Coke drips
I'll forget these words by
Monday.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
It takes a great deal out of you to admit you're wrong.
We don't ever like to own up to it.
Being wrong isn't on anyone's bucket-list.
(At least no one's I know)
I will say one pro of any apologetic situation:
It is a terrific weapon.
A decent apology can bring most anybody
to their knees.
Frankly, I think we should all relish the opportunity.
Make amends for losing the battle,
and as a result win the war.
However don't take this weapon lightly.
It will jade you.
Ruin your concept of sincerity.
Not just for yourself, but for others.
We must never forget that sometimes we really are
Sorry.
I apologize, dear friend, I seem to have ruined your dinner party
with all my talk of apology.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
I used to know you
love you
With distance you wavered
and I did with you
Still so much in common
Yet so dissimilar
Pain like grief
When someone you love dies
You died
And I missed your
Pretentious funeral
And I feel sorry
Perhaps I could have saved you
from what you've become
Now I only feel sorry
for seeing you move away
Too far gone
My couch has never been so
Empty
My heart never so
Heavy
Farewell my friend
wherever
You have gone.
You've gone.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
Meant for more from birth
Carried in satin like a god
I do not envy you
When I succeed it is a surprise
Something met with pride
Due to lack of expectation
The Underdog Advantage
When you succeed it is anticipated
Should have been more
Greater in size and worth
Living up to your destiny
I do not envy your
Royal Disadvantage
In this great race
The start line may begin
With varied handicaps
But the finish line is in turn
Equal distance
I do not believe in Royal Design
We are all nothing to begin with
Nothing simply looks different depending on
Where you're standing.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
Since I was eleven
I've found my self now and again
In a front yard
Yours
Mine
Doesn't matter.
I look left and right
The street seemingly endless in either
direction
If I just started walking
I'd end up somewhere
Somewhere else
I turn around
and walk back inside.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
If my psychi were a body of its own
My melancholy would be the eyes
running like a broken faucet
a stream of confused
Inconsistancy
My anger would be the heart
beating deep in my chest
harder and harder as if trying to
Escape
My lonliness would be the belly
deep with hunger that seems
Infinite
My ambitions would be the bowels
a canal of waste moving downward
a perpetual flow of filth
I sift through my own feces in hopes of finding something
Tangible
worth keeping
Something worth doing until
The Inevitable punchline
to a bad, ******* joke.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
The light dims.
The fire dies.
Darkness fills in the blanks.
Sweet release.
Tears against my cheek.
Now met with the dissatisfying drought.
Left alone in desolate cold.
Fear overwhelms.
Not fear of monsters or the simple unknown.
Fear that when my eyes grow heavy I will never lift them again.
I will become a stone.
Unmoved and cold.
To survive these nights alone.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
Hollow she preens.
Forever correcting herself before her own glass ceiling.
Like routine examinations throughout the day to ensure she is in working order.
Though she is falling apart.
Hair is too flat and makeup runs away.
She is beautiful.
I could never bring myself to tell her.
Though I long for her to know that she and I do not see eye to eye.
Yet, she is the apple of mine.
So we'll both remain in misery.
And miles apart.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
I think back on my nostalgic memories most often when I am reminded through music.
Songs that were so synonymous with wonderful times in my life.
Those memories change those songs so intensely.
Some songs become happier and some sadder.
Lately I’ve listened to those memorial tunes and wished I could go back to when it was relevant and lovely.
Times when I was having the time of my life.
My nostalgia is synonymous with melancholy for I know all too well that I can never go back, and even if I could, those moments would never be the same as they were.
The music now only reminds me of those that were once so close, and how far away they drifted.
The music is still good.
The music is painful.
The music is wonderful.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC