Setting sun and color dims
Some park and bench from ancient years
Some thousand heads have rested there
On rotted wood and metal.
Rising moon and darkness falls
The withered cane clicks on the walk
The empty purse a ticking clock
'Til tired eyes shut finite.
Countless stars and total night
Her wrinkled soul like body maimed
Her tattooed wrist whose digits named
One jilted grain of sand - sleeps.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Summer turns to winter,
And cold conquers all.
In solitude I stand,
Then shiver, then fall.
But suddenly, a breeze,
A spring thaw come soon.
Dancing, sometimes touching,
She swirls and sings a tune.
Crimson gal(e) pulling inwards,
To which crimson hearts betray.
She is my god of the gaps,
And as wind, she blows away.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
He wore a coat from the day he stepped
Out from his home now forgotten and lost,
With patches and pockets and rips or
Tears scattered 'round a cloak journey tossed.
He wore a coat from the day he stepped
Out to remove now himself from his sheath,
He pondered the skin under now bare
**** and uncovered the monster beneath.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
I sit here against my screen, my words flowing like
the blood in my alcohol inflated veins,
My mind muddled, yet flowing, open, and at ease.
I sit here listening to voices, singing. And I miss you all.
I would like to say that it consumes me, that it occupies my every step. I would like to think that it would make me human.
But it is not that.
It is a dull aching in my stomach. That small nagging in my gut that reminds me that while I am not truly alone,
I sure as hell feel it.
My friends,
I would love to raise a glass, smile, and thank you all for everything, sitting here shirtless and tired in my desk chair.
But that would be talking to the two million pixels on my screen, and not you.
My friends,
You help me walk. You help me jump.
You let me fly.
My friends,
I've said this before, and
My friends,
I will say it a thousand more times, because I cannot say it enough, and
My friends,
I thank you.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
It's in these small moments
When you least expect it.
A burst of gratitude
For all that you haven't.
And inversely,
All that you do -
So have my thanks
For being you.
My friends
Are there
When I'm
Not here.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
It's amazing how
Two simple words
Can lift weights unimaginable.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
I need a mattress,
An object to fall on.
Something to cradle me
As I drift off to sleep.
I need a mattress,
An object to sleep on.
Something to comfort me
As I fitfully dream.
I need a mattress -
But, alas,
I dream -
I fear.
If only I didn't fear of crushing it
Under it's weight
As well as my own.
I want a mattress.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
I crave a voice other than mine -
It consumes me in pleasant conversation ,
But then slowly moves into darker realms
Dispelled by a shake of the head.
I crave a voice other than mine -
Mine is not a voice I am capable of following blindly,
Or trusting with the whole of my heart
As it seeks to destroy the very thing I hold dear.
As it seeks to exploit my single, greatest fear.
As it seeks to drown myself in my own silent shouts and the grabbing of my hair.
I crave a voice other than mine -
But they are all asleep.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Trust is a mirror
That I ask you to hold
With a steady hand
Lest you drop it.
There are a few who
I trust to show my face
To whom it matters
Such as myself.
Trust is a mirror
That I myself have held
With a steady hand
Before it dropped.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
It sits in my stomach / Resting, waiting.
Unsolved, / But not unwarranted.
A problem.
It stirs / it bristles as it sits up and stretches.
Yawning / pandiculating.
It's awake.
\
It begins to gnaw.
Eating you alive from the inside.
Encompassing the whole of your mind.
Focus.
Focus.
Focus.
You can't.
You run.
You can't.
You hide.
You can't.
You breath.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
It is there.
It lives on.
It cannot die.
It thrives.
It grins.
You collapse.
It wins.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC