Cigarettes and summer nights
The fireflies are blinking lights,
Dampened grass on naked feet
A gentle hush, of wind through wheat
Stars are out, and moon is round
This field of mine is scarce of sound
Rich in light and textures full,
It’s in my mind, I feel its pull
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
A sour face in a distasteful place
Of bottles and stools, of drunks
And of gentry that meet to discuss
The finer matters of life. Fine like
The needle that eludes the eyes
Of all but the man
With the tack
In his thumb
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
I think I drowned today,
Swallowing water in my bed
As all the fish and trash and things,
Floated around my head
I saw the morning sun
Reaching through the sea,
Its light dulled by the leagues
Of water over me
The crushing depth of ocean,
Held me where I lie
And the quiet thump of waves
Told me of the beach and sky
It was then that I remembered
I knew how to swim
I flailed my legs, and reached my arms
Getting aches in all my limbs
But within a couple seconds
I saw with disbelief
I only sunk down further
Towards that rocky reef
And all the people, I used to think
Would pull me out of that deadly sink
Were nowhere to be found
But I knew in my deepest mind
I cut apart the rope that binds
My life to those, that stood on ground
A swordfish swam around my body
And stabbed me through the heart,
My lungs filled with blood and salt
My screams tore my chest apart
The folks in boats above me
Couldn’t hear me cry
The bubbles of my struggle
Breached the surface with a sigh
They say it doesn’t matter
If it’s six or sixty feet,
But had you been with me today
You’d likely disagree
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
I dream for the day
When dreamers pass away.
I hope for the hour
The hopeful start to fade.
Those bursting with ideas
Need to be reminded,
No thought so original
Can save them from demise.
Never too soon is the time
When poets cease to cry
When singers die
And artists fly, to the gallows.
For those who are discluded,
From all of the above,
Need to be enlightened.
The world would sit idle by
If not for love
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Nothing feels so empty,
as an empty chair.
Nothing fills the room quite
Like the empty there.
The immense space not occupied,
The break in rows of people.
It serves as much a purpose
As a Monday steeple.
Ceased of being sat in,
It’s now left alone.
A friend now gone to who-knows-where
leaves behind his own.
A wasted space
A gaping hole,
A memory now fleeting.
An endless life
A timeless sorrow:
So goes the empty chair.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
I need help.
Not of a monetary or physical kind,
Not of a spiritual or biblical kind,
Not the help that wipes your chin
Not the help that forgives your sin
A third kind of help, is what I need
I need help.
Or I think I might lose the will to live
Or I think I must start to **** to live,
Or to think of a life that leans on none
Or to think of a way that I can be done
An urgent help is the help I need
I need help.
I don't know if a friend can give it,
I don't know if a love can live it
I need more help, a help that persists,
I need more help than I think exists
An eternal help is what I need
A help, from within
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
Not love but infatuation
Fosters the creation
Of lines of words and verse
And of heartfelt confession
An intense physical reaction,
An almost painful attraction
Gives birth to beautiful words
From within one's soul
But honest and selfless love
While important enough,
Allows one to exist in present contentment:
No commentary necessary
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
Here I lie, the sun sinks. It knows.
As the bottle empties, the darkness grows
And I can only hope that my vision is fading for the final time
Because the only other option I see is to be what you wanted me to be,
But you'll never be mine
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
I see two options in front of me,
One's a guarantee
The other leads to mystery
And happiness beyond belief
Or a field of sadness,
A monumental grief
I feel the breeze
That sways the trees
Towards option "B",
But option "A" seems
All the same, as familiarity
Can be
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
This story has been told
But a new chapter will unfold,
I give you all I hold
Dear, to me
Lives collide by happenstance
Stars align, and spirits dance
A creation of a new romance
Brightens my world again
My thoughts, ever drifting
Your smile still uplifting
I know what I've been missing
My life, sans-you
Storied love spoils all that's new
Cuts the stem of the feeling that grew,
History turns my insides blue,
I want this to be unstained.
Unaware if this is real,
Or if a muse I make to feel
The brighter stars I steal
Glances at through a window
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC