droplets of dark
fill a pool of sorrow
those forgotten pangs
return to haunt
the sound of your voice
with your touch on my hip
and i am nothing.
like melted ice
in a puddle on the floor
how do i return
and where do i begin
hurting so deep
like a forgotten soul
and i am nothing.
emptied beer bottle
standing abandoned and lone
heart scraping the floor
tears stand barren
and not withstanding the force
crying seems not an option
and i am nothing.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 9:45 AM UTC
tears to me defy.
i asked.
my eyes won't reply.
my heart taken to task.
i only hear me sigh.
i hope it won't last.
maybe, baby, i'm just a mask.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
you are my obsession,
this seems not a simple regression.
i draw on all my strength,
to keep you at arm's length.
but every time you call,
my heart takes a fall.
you are no good for me,
i can so clearly see.
but yet i confess,
i can stop myself no less.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:15 AM UTC
so pretty,
those butterflies
pity i hate them
detest them with a childhood whim
striking colors,
so amusing.
they flit,
they float,
they die.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:05 AM UTC
twiddle dee and twiddle dumb
who so sees the futile jump
spinning tops and random shops
we but fly yet seem to flop
rhythms tapping out of beat
he tries and so keeps to the heat
flames flare with no care
my thoughts to you shall share
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 7:41 AM UTC
intent and hell bent,
to escape and to pretend.
that all's well,
and nothing else.
i pause to run,
and simply because there's no fun.
to say i am not sad,
and it isn't all that bad.
but seriously,
as i sprint furiously,
who am i kidding,
if i am not fibbing.
it's all pretense,
and it's my only defense.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
for fear you jeer,
in self-preservation, it's clear.
we bring ourselves so low,
sometimes, the moment gets cold.
sign of weakness,
we stretch, at our thinnest.
huddled in self-obsession,
truths hidden from confession.
for who we yearn,
yet we never could earn.
this day we part,
quite really, presents an art.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 8:37 AM UTC
gripped in a stance of personal defence,
it all seems too late as we primp and prop
for the struggle, it appears too much.
floating in a sea of white graces,
for fear, it never looks too clear.
crazed eyes, they stare and glare,
we must exit, all in such haste.
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
i must smile, as i breathe.
i must live, as i die inside.
for the time shall not come,
for lighter showers to grant upon.
whether be, it withers thee.
all burnt up inside,
and prolongs to smolder.
i am all singed in green.
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 6:39 AM UTC
the string of words, they dance in waves.
seemingly unaware, of the grief they hold.
with skirts a-merry, to the silent melody.
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 6:39 AM UTC