she doesn't seem to notice,
but I'm so vague now I'm a pale mist,
I see the world and all on it in shades of grey,
my thoughts shine empty as odd darkness persists,
my smiles masks it enough,
I'm a clown crying alone,
life's destroying me brick by brick,
and like a fool to it's song I sing along,
there are things I could change if I wanted to,
but the cost would be far too high to pay,
as to family you give more than heart and money,
and I suppose it's right and just to be this way,
but as the grey gets darker and ever darker,
I wonder how much more I can take,
before the rope and the tree and the bottle call,
as well as the 20 a day,
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 2:55 AM UTC
I've never met a cloud so swift
across the sky behind to drift
upon the wind raised aloft
racing through a scenic trough
past the birds and fowl that fly
and the leaves and things that try
to be at one with all soaring
relentlessly passing life by
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:10 PM UTC
what makes a man lose the will to live,
vacant thoughts batter around his aching skull,
his drives gone and dying to a stopping shudder,
so much pain endured the last crawl is his final edit,
he casts off his worries when he sees the exit,
walk a mile or two in his shoes if you've the stomach to dare,
his heart has deflated and his mind desecrated,
he feels it would be best if he wasn't here,
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 5:27 PM UTC
well, it's been a time
hasn't it
black and white
the love dripping
as a candle does
when ages fall
melting crying
we were once
old and older
rented spaces
bold and colder
than any traces
the songs we sang
coughing and calm
the bells we rang
old friends
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 5:16 PM UTC
what use are friends when your heart is dead,
what use is love if your soul is fading,
there's no more time and there's no blood,
only emptiness scouring to witness it's waning,
and I caught myself weeping as the sky grew dimmer,
felt the rot begin to and crack my twisting thoughts,
drank down the last drops of hope from my own veins,
until I learnt of the bruises I wish I hadn't caught,
I was told once that I was a true friend,
it's almost like fantasy lore as I look the distance back,
as all my friends have succumbed to steady death,
and I the one who chased it remain here unblessed,
so many echoes and so many dreams dared and dreamt,
so little time to be the source of anyone's happiness,
it's a crass existence when you lie to yourself,
a fading reflection in the mirror has lost all respect,
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 3:24 AM UTC