Made it to other side, turning
over each blank pair of pages
like story book lovers determined
towards happiness,
but is that not only for endings?
yet it’s no surprise
with open eyes — still silently blind
pathetic but that’s just how
its been
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Memories are like seasons―coming changing going dying
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Feed me! Feed me! Winter is here to stay and Believe me when I say it’s an icy cruel cold World out there no matter how giving Mother may seem. Still a barren boring desert out there, so collect what you can my fond familiar Enemy. Disguised as my only friend. Fetch fodder for the Pigs because we are starving—it’s going to be a slaughterhouse. scrambling, sweating, searching for anything I can find from the Fruits of Compromised concrete wastelands. Collect what you can. Look to the tree trunk Tops and climb and climb, and you will see colors. brilliant oranges, bleeding reds, burning yellow light shining onto the Last of what tree trunk Tops are reluctant to remain. Wildfires. Supreme ruler, I bow down, “May I kiss You? May I kiss You just this last one time and I swear I will go”. I have kissed God, and there is nothing more boundless than a kiss from God. Prisoner! Take the prisoner away! He is ****** to Eternity for his Temptation, truancy, and treason that has been committed against his own flesh and soul. regrettable Temptation, malicious self-harm—it’s going to be a slaughterhouse. Although this is the history of the world, and for all of existence we have come crying onto this Earth hungry like lions.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
The kaleidoscope currents sing out my chest, triples, ripples, diving deeper to the gold. Treasure the purple folds and start down the hallway running walking falling. Still falling, Touch it,as if you were there. cheating death, pupils scream pitches of black unseen, forgetting to exhale though remembering every breathe. A fish swimming in his bowl at rest, watching eyes, bringing yourself down to proper size, swimming, loving the two way glass lies. What was everything is nothing and what is nothing is the born beginning of the end of the journey, living in such a hurry, still shooting off, silly star you’re blind, look he’s falling behind still tracing the lines which mock your dust that tickles of what’s left of my body, which is landing now, come down now, do not wonder why, but how each step is a unwrapped gift, in case you missed the misleading misery you must make most of the ride up, and live. Give. Grow. Learn. Yearn. Strive. Rise. Stumble, but be humble for each time you will stand taller than the moon’s melodies which sing the silly thought you just forgot. A song to bring you home.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
DecemberDreamer
I’ve fought the give and go sensation and the suited man on my shoulder hunched under the flickering light post divided—drawing stale smoke trails. Reflections wreak imperfections living in present dim dimensions lit liberations tinted temptations longing for lost love as fickle perseverance ****** me I’m dreaming. Poised stars seaming secrets of wisdom tell me what do you know, where do dreamers go, how much further below twinkling upon the silent tear drop as she goes forgotten desires follow as so without a sound—worn wanderer waiting to be found. My thoughts scream loud but my arms and legs are mounded to my body my gift granted chemical sins straining my soul 20 dollars to sleep pay the toll watch your step 6 feet holes lined in rows of tales however years old and yet here I am the one waiting wasted without a hand to hold. Dearest distraught darling december dressed in gold.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Once it’s written it can’t be forgiven
I let go with such weakness, I am weak and
I can’t hold on
Only briefly as moments,
but my how time flies by no matter
how unusual it seems — what’s achieved
until mourned memories
meant forgotten
find their way back unto your lap
forgive me again
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Had this feeling once before
bare blank feeling what a bore
looking to the door
staring at the floor
Had this feeling once before
When your hope runs dry
kicking up dirt
keep on looking to the sky
don’t know what you’ll find
cry a silent cry
When your hope runs dry
Setting down this road
footsteps steppin’ real slow
don’t know where we’re gunna go
Setting down this road
I am coming on the rise
there is something in her eyes
you just got to realize
can’t you see it in her eyes
I am coming on the rise
When the time has come
let it be undone
depths unexplored together and run
When the time has come
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
and then I felt so alone
the moments where decisions veered then vanished to a place once called home
without a thought and a distant destination to go
when even you yourself does not come to know
though faith and a big heart grow
while as you know the earth grows old and the size of world grows smaller and my sense of being is lower than low
the tendency of your thoughts compare to the sound still sea, blue infinity, deep sincerity
like the morning brings clarity after the night moon releases you into sought after sleep
and we’re free again and again you’re found and humbled
existence, I am, we are to be
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
I look out the peek hole, how obscure; everything is so small on the other side of the ancient blue door. And with a world so dark you would think the light’s shining rays would be so eagerly compassionate to leak its way in. I would rather fight than hide, for all that has ever disclosed light unto my destiny, even still I remained blind. The past is sequencing me like a storybook that has already been written. Bitten into the forbidden fruit too many times, in excess—his stomach cannot muscle such atrocities, diagnosis him with food poisoning.
Recklessly disputing against my own words, desperately reaching for whatsoever crawls under my nose. Well, I suppose I have managed as you can see. In a panic somehow I was able to scavenge up a couple of good things. It is about time I pull my own weight, time is ticking, and nobody is waiting on you. Master fate your late, eternity does not hesitate ither, and I have steered off the path for quite awhile—opportunity, hope, trust in you—I am late, but do not make insinuations, do not count yourself out just yet. Have you forgotten who you are? Possibly so, I find the present as good as any to give myself another venture to demonstrate, moreover discover, just why I have been granted to come along solely for you, master of fate—ready, set, explosions.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Comfort. Drifting. Waiting. Wasting
Somebody I left behind, pulled out with the tide into skies spying peaking to a sea of crawling clouds— can you see me in the searing silence, withdrawing whispered sounds on my finger tips, I feel my consciousness on my tongue and with lingering lips I taste ten thousand dreams I’ve had of you falling further into the great blue bane. As you do. What were those dreams, that ship has set sail, but there are lighthouses I see looking out wooden panels placed around edged white walls, the dull light found there, found here, found behind rocky rocks, nothing the moon cannot hide, shed a tear on me moon, like new stars born red desires on your white cheek, I wanna lay at night, without reaching to myself, let it happen, breathe, breath less as my effort, release my regrets, and pronounce myself, comfort
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC