I watched you walk
Shoe laces untied
Right out that door
I peered at more
Your spine shimmering
I gave you hell
But here you are
Leaving
Your bones rake and rattle
I can here them when i'm close
But what got me
What really got me
Was the skyscraper you seem to pull out every time
there it is
Holding your soul at such a peak
But your bones are frail
And i yet weak
You hold but a piece of me
Yet i am weak
Endeavoring is only the conquest
Am i not right?
Or am i a bit bashful
I wish you farewell sky
Scraper
Until at last i reach your soul
At the top
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
I'm sick, sick, sick of my complaining, that rhetoric that I've been writing.
That blood red bled from ink to pen, I'm blue/black backwards, I am paper thin.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
And I've never been good
with secrets to keep,
but I can lie white,
right through my teeth.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
Resonance...
The focal point
in which
The quarantined energy
Basks in the being of another
Creating seemingly nothing
But
To eyes of forming cosmos
Chaotic lust
Translucent harmony
As the gravitational pull ensues
Friction takes hold
Spiraling high velocity
Breaching the mass
The unaware are slowly ****** in
Vacuumized ions
Building to the climatic
And otherwise futile
Struggle
Yes struggle
These sources
The positives
The negatives
Strangers to the vortex
Outsiders
Exacting alpha status
Until one succeeds
Casting out thwarted energy
Is all but spent
Leaving nothing more than resonance
Of what was
And could be
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
Sunshine in
Eyes lit
Oceans of sheets
Entangle eight limbs
In that one bedroom apartment
Two souls emerge
From the overcast of cotton
Rising and falling like the tide
A week home
Some call beautiful
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC