Morning thoughts swirl under the last night's char
Slowly body comes alive from the coffee dark as tar
An exercise I do for my self
A creative act I do for my health
My heart I keep in a Five Star
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
Scratch out a little something
a honed blade
a sharpened pencil
paint thinner creates a subdued hue
hands ache
and fingers bleed
What once was nothing,
exists
Now, you are lighter
a surface scratched
You
have left pieces of yourself
exposed
A sculpture
A canvas
Raw Nerves
A poem
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Clockwise against the blue light
Silhouette against a 70 mile speed limit
"I let the music take over my soul, body, and mind."
It looks like an ant with wings
Hitchiking it's final ride
Counter Clockwise against the blue light
It takes off and lands again
The wheel shakes as my unbalanced tires reach 75
I turn the volume **** two notches up
Clockwise against the blue light
"The stress burns my brain,
like acid raindrops."
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
There is something wrong
I don't know why but when
I find a mirror it becomes clear
as I become distorted
My face slowly falls apart
blood oozes out as my nose falls off
My cheek is gone and exposes
Damaged teeth held together by roofing
nails and plaster of Paris
The blood is heavier now
and my deterioration excellerates
Where did these wires and transisters
in my head come from?
I am pretty sure they were not there
before I went to bed.
I hang my mechanical zombie head
to the side...and bleed.
I wait patiently to be awake again.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Puffy eyes, stayed up late
That's what they say
Broken window, glass in the seat
Who would want an empty bag
anyway?
Manners lost, nothing but hate
and strife.
I hate when people can't even act
in real life.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Sitting at the coffee shop
across from my labyrinth of
employment.
I could...I could do it.
I could walk to my car and just drive.
Keep driving.
Just disappear....
If I was brave.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
Sitting here sipping away
at this blackest of coffee
I cannot help but think
that a glass of tequila might
serve me better today
Somebody should have a
Happy Hour
in the morning
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Do not fear it's form
Soft, dark dweller of the earth
Everyday reborn
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
The goofy middle aged men
are funny as they
flirt with baristas
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
Why count sheep
when you can count shoes
Think about it
Next time you are having
trouble falling into the abyss of the night
Try to go back and think about
every pair of shoes you ever owned
maybe even in chronological order
The good sleep will come
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC