If you looked into my eyes
You wouldn’t have asked any questions
It’s clear my soul is dying…
Yet you decided to play the game
You rolled the dice
A lucky thirteen appeared
We laughed and continued on our way
I had no clue how it happened
You didn’t bother to question
God is a curious complex
Sometimes I wonder:
Did she send you to me
Or me to you?
What difference does it make?
The end was the harder part
When you decided to quit
That finished it for me
My soul kissed the end of the barrel
I waltzed with Mr. Death, himself
When I arrived here
I saw a crow doing the heel-toe!
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
A cruel monster drooling on it’s victims
It hollers in his cranium
Begging for attention
A child, maybe a teenager
Crying, desperately for help
Confused, repeating the same questions
Over and over again
Friends laughing at him
One or two genuinely concerned
The nurse reminds him where he is
Suddenly he’s aware of a phone in his hand
It feels lighter than a pen
“Mom? I’m okay.”
The rest of the conversation is blurry
Stumbling to a mirror
A lump can be seen on the right side of his head
Mount Everest
One moment he was playing in the fog
The next: black
What happened in those lost moments?
How did he get into that room?
Who helped him?
Who stood by laughing?
None of that matters
He's okay, he’s safe
Astonished, but safe
Unaware that years later
He would inflict this same effect
Willingly though
Calling it a cure
Self-medicated
Blackout
Something that once horrified him
Would become a safety net
The horror would return though
Memories are supposed to be clear
Not vague,
But then again,
They are monsters
And monsters are not friends
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Sing to me of the times
When we were younger
When the garden still thrived
And the sun still shined
You never made it out
I guess it was your choice
When I caught that plane
Is when it all changed
I never met your kids
Did they reach their dreams?
Do you still think of me?
Are you what you wanted to be?
I rode past the garden today
Watered it with my tears
It reminded me I'm alive
And then I saw the sun shine
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
*Though it may not have been as beautiful as I imagined
The day we watched the world end was my favorite
You painted the scenery and I sang you limericks
Our hearts never could understand society
I think this was the moment we were waiting for
A place where there were no more expectations
As the fires waged, your brush strokes replied
Every shout and cry could be replaced by another line
I know some may not understand,
But there really isn’t much to
There hasn't been such a simple existence
We had each other, and that was all we needed
Just as Nero played the lyre while watching Rome burn
You and I created on the day the world ended*
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Often times I find myself
Desperate for company
Even when it's an inconvenience
The revolving door perhaps?
Keep my mind off of this
Let's go to the bar
Maybe catch a flick?
Hell, even sit down and watch TV
But when I return
It always gives me bliss
Oh loneliness,
How you taste so good
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
*I don’t often dive into your insecurities
Hell, you and I both know the last time
I did it turned out pretty horrible
For both of us
But I don’t understand when you do that thing
You know, when you argue over compliments
My love, it may not appear to you
But it appears to me and the rest of us
That you are the most amazing person…*
Forgive me while I play reminisce
It’s just these days are often boring
And I need something to spice mine up,
Even if it’s a painful memory
Like the time we asked each other
“What’s the bravest thing you’ve done today?”
My response was so bland:
“I spoke my mind.”
Yours still haunts me to this day:
“I got out of bed…”
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
cha-Ching
Breakfast, coffee, cigarettes
"Hello, how are you doing today?"
Scan errors, frustration, metric conversions
"I need 4 loads of steel"
Create order, print bills, distribute
"I'm ready to eat"
Big Mac, large fries, Coca-Cola
"Half way done..."
Measurements, storage, handling
"Two more loads of steel"
Create orders, print bills, distribute
**** I need a drink"
Cha-ching
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
I never knew solace
Till I heard the ripple-
Paint me your best picture
Sing me your finest tune
Sculpt me the most glorious of statues-
It won't even get close
That page ripple
Swings through
Fills me with color
Chills my bones
Lasts for hours
Turns me into an insomniac
But why would I mind?
**** it spices up the night
Not even a shot of whiskey
Could compare-
No amount of smoke
You see when it's hard to cope
I return here
And since every day
Something inconvenient happens
I'm back here every night
Jesus Christ...
All of this
From a ******* book!
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
While walking down Federal
I see two men in an alley shouting
Another man is on the ground
He is bleeding very badly
Statistics say I will run
But I feel like being different today
I feel like being the one who cared
Not practiced at turning my head
Never surrendering in silence
I have seen enough to know
Opportunities are everywhere
And if its an opportunity to do good
You have to take that chance
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC