Sadness and sorrow
is thick
(in what is left)
on the breathes
of our noble men
S
c
a
t
t
e
red bodies
crowdedcompactedandcompressed--
thieved of our glory
and stripped of our pride
forced to survive beneath
the feet of wandering eyes
sleeping among a silence that seems too violent
to compromise
from sunset to sunr
i e
s
harro-
wing whispers and
tender cries
Jun 10, 2011
Jun 10, 2011 at 6:47 AM UTC
Such a misfortune on your behalf,
trading lovers on a night like that.
If we could manipulate the time
would you take it right back?
Memories and mishaps
what should we make more of?
Insomnia in its prime
is what's eating at the core of
my soul.
A contentious invasion,
some might call it the perfect persuasion.
Dismantle my mind;
salvage what's left for another occasion.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
Sufferers and survivors;
what's the difference between them?
No one can tell me
'cause it's the same air that we're breathing,
the same dimension and distance,
the same space that gives us freedom.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 7:11 AM UTC
It's 12:25, but she always seems to arrive just three minutes later
A bag and coat under her arm
I wait, watching by the green, rusted radiator
Orange and green recycled
Sometimes not
We check into the room
and head to our old familiar spot
up top
maybe by the window
unless one of us is hungry
then we start to follow the crowd
But we end up back by the window
to avoid the mess and the sounds
So we sit down
and we eat, and we talk
and occasionally I'll get up to look at the clock
because time matters
Especially with Louise because she has to leave
in a matter of time
Je ne sais pas
what she means sometimes
And that's absolutely fine because we don't always need to understand
and that's why I collect so many foreign friends
Because they can only get so close
until they have to leave again
Lunch with Louise is the best time to eat
but I'm always hungry after it ends
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
Cascade
you fade
and fall into
the darkness.
Like a piece of art
hanging
From a string
From the ceiling
Legs crossed
and lights
down
low.
There was a risk
there
somewhere
amongst
and between
this floor
beneath
my
feet.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 4:55 AM UTC
Your room is so warm
but the place where you
rest your head is so cold.
It's so cold
but I wanna learn how to control
and unfold
the layers of my one soul.
And what if I let go?
What if I told you every secret that you deserved to know?
Complexity from simplicity.
Oh, this could be so simple.
But instead
I'm contrived and trying to survive
while my mind is in the middle
While my mind strives to take pride in the greatness
of what feels so little.
So non-committal.
That was like your favourite word.
Like how your name went from my
favourite noun to my favourite verb
spewing from my throat like an intoxicated slur,
waiting impatiently for the day that we
return to the way we once were.
Yes.
We were great for one another.
Staying out late and sharing stories of our fate with each other.
Now we're building walls of hate
while throwing red ***** of paint as our cover
So I sit and I wonder
and I wait, wrenching hunger
until my silence pulls me completely under
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
Wrap me in your holiness
for I am absent from the mind
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 5:23 PM UTC
If
I
told
you
we
were
one
would
you
disagree
(and
say
that
we
were two?)
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
(you're no better
than me)
I've
told
you
but you still won't
believe
Universally
(we are just
the same)
time and matter
are
playing
a
game but
What
is time
even?
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC