I only wish to see the artist play
a game that does not interfere with this.
A portrait of a mind that doesn’t stay
in line with what is taught to all our kids.
A nuclear weapon set to self destruct
a tiny tear in threadless high design
an addict who is honest to the rug
to which he whispers into every night.
I want to see the artist make a dent,
to smash the frame until it’s fine enough
to form into a line he might regret
and breathe it in until he can’t stand up.
How obvious the stakes become, at last
when every perfect piece is printed fast.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
I never wish to grow old
and become numb to the things
that bring me life, laughter & love,
the most prosperous gains.
Instead of gray hair, I ask for budding wisdom & truth.
I'll trade a life with ten cats, for ten short years with you.
I'll dream away time.
Into space & spirals.
I'll trace your wrist with my thumb
just like when we were young.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
maybe you just consume yourself with your whole
"system of conversation"
maybe if you listened, you wouldn't have to think so hard,
wouldn't have to worry so much, or second guess yourself.
maybe if you lived in the moments of silence between words,
between gestures,
between heartbeats,
you would understand what you're not just misinterpreting,
but simply missing.
.........
I go on, but it's all over.
side tracked, distracted,
not forgotten, just broken.
..
all these words just more to float over your head with the rest.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
I never really see you anymore.
It's not like you're a stranger,
more like a dark, faded puzzle.
Your words are filled with Socrates,
and your lungs with burning leaves.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Two brilliant minds, they always clash;
an equally twisted & subfuscous past.
Intelligently designed by lonely stardust;
contradictory statements are always a must.
Born not to flesh, but to sky.
Dreams not of purpose, but life.
They live within our darkest desires,
most manifest when spoken in choir.
Long be the rule of us,
the creation who trips upon tongue.
When pens aren't enough to write,
return to our home; Starlight.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
I get that you're upset,
but don't put that **** on me.
It's you're bag to carry, mister;
every lie you say, you scream.
I'm ******* done with all your crap.
Call me ****** if you wish.
But soon I'm out, I'll be rid of you
and your rancid poison tongue.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Life's too short to not say what you mean;
but it's also long enough for your words to really sting.
Watch your thoughts when you're alone,
and your words when you're surrounded.
It's just fine to live up in the clouds,
so long your soul stays grounded.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
something should be said
to these voices in my head.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Star struck by stardust,
got caught in my eye.
Living a lonely one,
defining a lie.
Singing wrong verses
They're all out of time.
Which leads me to wonder
if anything's right.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
A shut in, I guess.
A dreamer, at best.
A star among a constellation at rest.
Hopeless? Pure?
Perfect? Obscure?
If only these eyes could reminisce
of tales told by the sky's first breath.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC