The night has come
So the phase has shift
And in the moonlight
I feel myself drift
Out from my head
Deeper I go
Till I am out.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
There is a bitter taste
Pressed to my mouth
As I sip my tea.
There’s a thought that’s lives
I wish to drown out
But can I ever cede.
All this has been steeping
And it’s now too strong.
I’ll have to deal with it.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
“All my roses like to go,”
He says looking outside.
“I am sure they’ll come again,
In the spring they’ll come out,
Wherever they do hide,
And I’ll be able to rest.”
Something has eaten my flowers...again
And I am not sure who to blame.
I take such nice care of them
But they never seem to grow.
Maybe there is a mole…
Yes feasting away my crop
Or perhaps I am too early
And the chill has made them stop.
I say laments and I cry
But all I ever do
Is shrivel up and die.
I will try something else,
Roses always die too soon
I will try something else!
And then I do nothing.
Weeds and vines grow about
Clogging my drains as they sprout.
My garden feels empty
All I want is one thing
But then I'm left with plenty.
You once had a nice presence
Here some time ago
But then one day you stopped
And left me all alone.
Roses, they are telling me
That I am not the one they want
Somehow I’m not good enough
And I should just stop.
Barbous thing you tricked me
Was it ever mine to want
That i gave you all the conditions
And you gave me naught.
So I look in puddles
And hear about others success
But all I do is wilt
And in it I regress.
I feel like gypsum
A minor step in between
Stale and used
Time has expired for me.
Why are there so many vines,
Why is there so many weeds,
All vexing me in all directions
I wish I could fall asleep.
My face is cracking plaster
As I start to weep
I feel my mind sinking
And I start to dream.
You are the ****** one
With little of success.
I am the ****** one,
They know what is best.
I changed everything
So i could be adequate
I played the role they liked
But in the end I am looked at
In bitter thoughts and spite.
There is a curious thing
growing in my garden.
The vines have blossomed
And the weeds bear fruit.
Is this the allure of sadness
Or just an unrealized truth
Because I sit and look
At the thing I ignored.
So here I take
What has been given
And we brush away
The mistake I’m living
So stop with all this fake peace
You should have been
Honest with me.
So find some sugar songbird,
You can bury me alive.
But I’m not the one
Having something to hide.
Here is my garden,
There is plenty of space
And i don’t want to live
Under your passive glance.
Here is my chance
I’ll try to let go.
But I am the memory of someone
They will always know.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
You have a voice.
That I admire so much.
It carries well and sounds
So clear and humble.
So I decided I should speak
And maybe it was a noise
Or some pretense that drew me in
But I waited for the
Pluck and note
Of the casual up and downs
Your tongue rhythms.
But it’s always at a cost
To have you,
That you speak to me empty
Like the endless droll
Of a receiver left unanswered.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
They say you can buy happiness
With just a little luck.
That it would be so immense
You’d never need to grow up.
But time through time
It might drip away
And dry up in a drought,
That in a few days
It would be filled with doubt.
That type of water,
Doesn’t let anything grow
And maybe this ground is cursed.
Maybe it’s time to go elsewhere
To finally clench this thirst.
But you can keep on running
And that lake becomes a sea.
You just have to wait,
For it to go,
As slow as it may seem.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
I really want to see
If you reached out to me
Like you promised
And possible revel
in the silly long
Banter of our old voices.
It seems a lifetime
turns to a month
That you got older
Becoming more preoccupied.
But I don't want to let myself See
Because another let down
Would leave me lonely.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
I lay my foot here
On the traces of the side
And follow the floor
As if it is a guide.
It's sort of a game
I like to play with the stone
Whenever I am walking alone.
Maybe they see me
Skipping always twice
And following the sidewalk
In a strange zigzag
But maybe they don't mind.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
I think you deserve the world, and all of its ruin
Because you know it so well, and even better.
The tongue babbles
Too much in its cheeks
And I hate the grind
Of morning breath
And clenched teeth
Always reaping a benefit
From the previous self.
But you’re a wealth of information
And you do lead me astray, with words
Echoing and saying “come play.”
How are you today, skull of thought?
Is I or you trying to make us stop,
And consider the alternative
Or some depiction of the devil
That we use to validate us clean?
Don’t you have chatter, to make me cry.
"That's not you, only I," but you say that,
I say that too much. And you don't exist.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
I can't fly planes
today
Because the clouds are too grey
And once they fly
They gain too much weight
And decide to take a rest.
But that's the best day,
Because I can lay on Coco
Who is fast asleep
With her brown belly rambling
As I lay to hear her heartbeat.
Maybe it'll stop
when the drops are all done
And Mr. Thundercloud is gone.
But Ma says it's wrong
To wish him away,
Because Anger comes
But it does not always stay.
"Mr. Thundercloud will move on
And when he's done
The sun will show"
As she wraps her arms around me
And Kisses me on the head
" How many rain drops are there?
I think there's billions"
As the windows collect
Their estimates.
"Yes, Billions..."
Maybe it's greater than that.
Some days are especially bad
But some are steady and slow
Like a sad hurting pain
Dripping with each thought.
Millions of moments
In less than one second.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
You used to have flowers
For words when you spoke.
Tiny petals of sweet smell
That patterned about
Within the air
And settled in my ears.
And they stayed this way for so long
Until something came
And all the flowers were gone.
The petals withered
And hardened like rock
And made me feel numb,
But pain
When they were stopped.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC