Bite your bothered tongue
until the four horsemen come
carrying fire and ice
bringing and end about
through cosmic collision, super heated surfaces
and Atomic Winters
Swallow your sullen words
although many threads remain loose
cut short, never nicely tied
unraveling in the winds
of never meant to be
and hopeful uncertainty
The Answer will be seen
when it all comes crashing down
and your world falls with
her every step away
The world is burning to you
but everyone else just goes
about their day
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
When the last spark of wonder fades
from the eyes of our young
when we decide to live in a blase' Universe
only then are we lost, only then
have we ceased to find our North Star
and we become refugees
while sitting in out own homes
Trying to rekindle our flame, that old spirit
but alas we lack the spark
Ingenuity has died, cleverness lies withered
Renaissance will not come
for wonder has perished and us along with it
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Starlight, Star bright
why do the monsters
come out at night?
Equal parts the product
of rampant inaction
and furious cynicism
Both omens and harbingers
of the tiding's
sudden illness
Their forms blot out what light
is left in the day
retrospection brings only fright
Tearing apart what is dear
time after time
until the kinder fate
is for me to
nip in the bud
any feeling of fondness
for a cold heart
is much less painful
then the gnashing of teeth
and tearing of their claws
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
This is a place to write and right
the wrongs
that despite their numbers
I can conquer them
through blood, sweat,
tears and ink
until they re specters
of their former selves
or the same fate
befalls me
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Remarkable as it seems
we are here and it is now
but that doesn't mean a thing
Amazing as it all may be
we are who we are
though our lives are nothing but brief
Insignificant as it may appear
we have grown up through the past
in order to live in the future
Disappointing as it always is
the picture we hold of ourselves
rarely matches the one of which we dreamed
Unlikely as all of this can be
we are here and it is now
but the amazing thing is the impossibility
is that with you holding on with me
I think we can be happy
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Our pasts are gilded in rosy hues
painting the picture of golden yesteryears
Reminisce back to the innocence
blissful in ignorance
when small idiocies collude
into a charmed life
widening smiles like the taste of chocolate
upon a younger self's lips
the world seemed so sweet and sugar coated
just to turn bitter before our eyes
searching for the sugar once again
but all time hands us is more salt for the wonds
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Moments of grace, moments of glory
times I can be myself and not be sorry
but they never stick around never seem to stay
unlike the clouds hanging in the skies on a rainy day
Clarity has become rare since silence became violent
when I said that I love you, but you remained quiet
reeling from the knife you twisted in with force
from my attachments to you I need a divorce
I've never been one to gripe or complain
but lately the way you've been saying my name
has left me completely drained
and there are terrible thing Ive wanted to say
but karma's a ***** i don't want to **** (with)
so I'll sing sad songs like you keyed up my truck
in a bad country love song
gone so very wrong
left here a knight without a kingdom
fighting for nothing just like Don Juan
But growing up means letting go
I hope you find love
some other place, someone else's arms
but never mine
I'll attempt the same and I just know we will be fine
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC