She's woefully unmade,
Struck down by her own hand.
I long to stop the blade
But am trapped
By walls of her own making.
Can she hear my cries
Or see the tears
That fall on emptiness?
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
Smothered in affection
Afflicted by a desire;
Journey on dreamer
But ever only in dreams.
Reality only ever mirrors
And poorly.
Gone is the once wondrous apathy
Or at least the premise I clung to
In shadows, ever hidden
Wary of being discovered.
As it is in most tales,
The discovery was made
Providing glorious respite,
Or so it seemed.
But dreams realized
Destroy a heart that yearns
And the selfish gift that hides.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Wrapped up in thoughts of someone else,
The truths that make me happy
Pushed aside for the moment
(moments...how long... too long).
I've forgotten what it means to desire
Hungrily, greedily, selfishly.
Smile for forever so she survives.
Smile for forever as pieces continue to die.
I find myself wishing that the the title was optional,
Like it once was;
Selfishly pursuing what felt alright
(at very least)
Striving for villainy
And thriving within it.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
She danced in the rain,
Bare feet slapping at the old, worn wood
Of the picnic table.
Her flushed cheeks
Burned bright in the cold wind,
Looking like rubies
In the fat drops of water
That the sky wept.
She looked like a faery queen
Dressed in just my t-shirt,
Dancing in the cold, fall rain.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
Dreams left standing in solemn silence,
Those you forgot long ago.
Are there tears?
Only you can know.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Haiku is like this:
The moment a petal falls,
Beautiful and brief.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
Welcome to the Adagio of my Soul,
Where that slow, slow, sad and sweet melody
Drags me ever deeper and deeper below,
As demons and monsters in panoply
Frolic, full of cheer, in the blazing abyss.
Salute, from the Allegro of my Mind,
That dreadfully cheerful, quickening time;
The one that comes when burnt bridges I find
All around me, as insanity's rhyme
Taunts me terribly, all my world's amiss.
Enter the Fortissimo of my Heart,
While it screams out loud, oh so silently,
To its love, desperately wanting part,
The slimmest, smallest of portions to be
Returned in kind, brush of the lips, a kiss.
End. Pianissimo of my Body.
Lost love, burnt bridges, demon and monster,
Surround me. Overwhelm me. Defeat me.
I lay alone. The music grows quieter.
The song of my life, comes now to but this...
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
O! Pour me some of that fair, flooding draught
Which marshals forth that darkest of darkness,
Leaving me sinking into something less,
Easily erasing all thought of craft.
That's all I am, something crass, something daft,
With wounds from the past that I'd rather not dress,
Instead escape to my glass, not to stress
Old hurts long forgotten, stitched, closed, still graft.
O! Please, please, take from me this dreadful drink!
It has stolen me, all I ever was;
Robbing me blind with every sip and gulp.
Man once, now a shell, in this draught I sink.
Flee, run, I will! Yet she calls me she does.
That fine draught devoured my soul to the pulp.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
The melancholy that can only be expressed by those who have loved and lost.
The tears of a broken life, left to question where it all went wrong.
The dreams that call out to us as we walk through the veil of life.
A poet crying out for recognition, hoping his plea is heard.
Loneliness of a tired soul, only twenty-three years old.
A song, left unsung, for a coward I am.
A dream, but a dream.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Truly, when I look towards
What future days may hold
I worry, as Keats once did,
That I may never put my
Heart, soul, mind,
To the page as I desire.
I long to express
In a most marvelous way,
(Having great passion for my craft
And dreading what has become
Of the most noble of arts
In recent days)
That which all men feel
But few can say.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC