His mind long gone
On weeks vacation
Pupils left to contemplate
With issues watered to sides
An absence of intervention
has led to cut bags
The pipes have froze
With this knowledge
A grey area has led
Rationalization of blue lines to lead
For truth does not come from that of a mouth
But those of a pair of hands
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
The face in your eyes has
Changed reflecting vessels
For I starved
you
As now another hand has begun
to feed
I shall never gain
A single grain with thee
again
Yet this seeks to be
my plummet
Only to silver line your
Self being
I shall
I sholl
I hol
I'm hollow
With our ships sinking
I swim only
too see us drowning
And your face above sea level
So time spent drowning holding our hands
It is time to breath and stay float
Settilin to watch you swim anothers current
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
A tendency to attach
To something
Unable, that is to attract
Yet mending
A reversed revelation
Formed from
Your ***** linens
Tossed away
With good riddance
Then to learn
To appreciate non sense
Until bail-bonds send
To free the despicable
And put away
The clean dishes
In a sink full of ****
***** water
Don't sip some
Feels confusing
Like an early starting night
Is sun losing
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
I can tell the story
But I cant tell the tale
To interpret these words
I would have to dissect
the sentence
A societal understanding
that would fall without fictitious
meaning
Unknown disbelief
able, to make sense
of non sense
And the powers almost out
So conserve the disposable
and excrete the non usable
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
And this place
The same, every face is
But incapable of recognizing
The familiarities of your own
Life.
Where your king
Is your enemy
As well your protector
And god is satan
As well being at fault for every wrong thing
In your realm
But wait
You're not religious
And you're the higher being
In your
Life.
So
Feel secure with
Insecurities
And feel assured
The bridge is strong
The only way to
Fall through
Is to jump
And I know
You're tired of
Standing
Still.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
When you had everything
In a hypothetical sense, you had nothing.
But when you had nothing
well in a literal sense you have everything
The only things you ever lost
Were all the things you ever sold
You set the price
But somehow you paid it as well
Yet, even after you pay the toll
it still takes a toll
Every time you add to your pile
It subtracts some to form another
So to gain is too lose
But to lose is to gain in some sort of the sense
Even if all you have is cents.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Grime
All my steps will ever amount to
Sopping down
then the rust begins to metal
And the cloud has a few skies
When there's more ash than tobacco
That's when you watch it singe
in front of your face
The odd thing?
You set it
And you can put it out
But I laugh because well do you really want to?
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
To be surrounded by few
Means to be left by many
And if the shoe fits take it off
Because if being diverse
means to try hers
then its the box you don't think outside of
You'll be like cold coffee in the microwave
waiting to get out
Yet,
the cup is cold
and the coffee is hot
And to feel protected
By a blanket with only burnt edges
Well,
It makes you basically sound self neglected
Which may sound confusing
Like the birds and the bees
A talk
That I never had
Cause I already knew
Why search for the dog
when hes's in your backyard
for the journey?
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
As I light my last cigarette
I spend my last dollar
Side sweeping but not street cleaning
because theres no parking here
because i never let anyone stay
everyones done by 2
and gone by 3
Yet
some try to stick to
like an ant or flea
but my words are raid
and my actions are someone pushing down the cap
to only spray the bug
watching its passion pass on
dead
but not alive
yet, sti
l
l breathing.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
To most I am simple minded
To few a mind of simpleness
Every thought is a reflective tree
That grows from roots to branches
That adapt within adaptation
But never to relax within relaxation
Yet,
If I were to print every tree
There would be an endless amount of paper
but only one sheet
or
An endless amount of paper
but only one word
To most the background of the photo is where I am
To few the background is the main subject of another
photograph.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC