You wear that twisted badge of honor across your back
A void within because you never can go without
What you lack you will never see
Even though it may be glaringly obvious to me
what's spoiled in your meager inventory
it's not my place to mention there really is no glory
in your sick, sordid, depraved war story
everything which spews forth from your mouth is
merely compost expressed in lies
in an attempt to disguise
the fear you deny hiding in your sad, brown eyes
happiness is for lovers but it's not enough
to fill that ******* hole inside of you
you'll never know happiness it will always elude
it's not what you chase
always trying to stay ahead
in an imaginary race
the chaotic feeling of always being out of place
out of step and out of line
cling suicidally to that void
it doesn't have to be mine
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 10:38 PM UTC
Do you believe in aliens?
And if you do is it already to late?
You said didn't
You'd never again make that mistake
What about gay marriage?
What's your stance on this?
You told me it's none of your business
What's in my spouse's pants or
What door they go behind when
They have to ****
Is it love that makes *** better or
*** that makes love better?
You had never known these commodities to
Comingle you told me unfettered
What was it like going to your first concert?
At twelve years old
You came home covered in blood and sweat
But you hadn't been hurt
How did you get that scar above your eye?
You sighed, it was a souvenir
From the third time you died
Have you ever once shot a gun?
No but you pointed one at the man
Who used to hurt your mom
Have you ever gotten young drunk?
If things go right you'd be that way tonight
And it'd be a real ******
I knew in that exact moment
That I wanted to kiss ya
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 10:10 PM UTC
If I paint still life and hide it away
Is it still art?
If I lack the courage to follow your way
How can we drift apart?
If I beg you to stay; to never go
Would this love decay? How would you know?
Could I borrow your wings
To soar through Heaven?
Silent witness to the angels sing
Shimmering chorus of Holy Brethren
I'll hide from you forever
Exactly what's on my mind
Smiling but revealing never
My true intentions, you'll never find
I'll remain where I was placed
Admiring you from afar
You say you miss my face
Well I say I miss your scar
Unrequited love for a friend
Tragic as this may seem
Love unborn can never end
And I never have to wake from this dream
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
Roses are red
My sweater vest's blue
Hendricks no longer has access
To movies on Hulu
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
All that you perceive is impermanence
No thing is begot by Nothing
All that can ever be known is but
a cap
upon a crest
upon a wave
upon an ocean
upon a sphere
upon nothing
within a sphere
within an ocean
within a wave
within a crest
within a cap
All that recedes is increasing
Nothing transmutes to No thing
All is externally breathing
w
a
v
e
s
into your perception
You are but a w
a
v
e
But you already knew that
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
She sits on the bed and reads me
Old poetry
About ****** sadness, and loss
All synonyms
For the same affliction really
Dysfunction and despair
Captured in yellowed archival snapshots
Of a girl
With a penchant for surviving pain
Mortality leaps
From the prose as she reviews her life
In hellish imagery
A transmutation of spirit occurs
Within her
As she drifts through the years
On each page
Melancholy awareness for us both realizing
That it's all real
No one can take away the scars that
Every word cuts
No one can deny the inviolable fortitude
Required to document
The war embedded and entrenched on the front lines
Just old poetry
To me they resonate like a distant bell
Her sudden silence
Whispers that the dead still scream her name
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Cotton candy and barbed wire define my world
Pink painted princess walls by day become
A torture chamber by night as I am
Dragged to hell by the gnashing teeth of his demon
Sweet sunlight falls on my face in patterned squares
As I play with dolls on the cloudy carpet
In this bright fantasy Barbie can tell Ken NO!
And shut him away forever in the toy box
At night, in the gloom of reality Ken creeps from
Within the toy box of her mind with his filthy fingers
And beer breath. Light the color of
Sickness forces it's way into my supposed
Safe space as the shadow silently enters the doorway
That's my cue to feign sleep and run
Run so far away into my mind
But there is no escape from grotesque horrors which
Invade even the psyche. Every padded cubby becomes a
Sordid pit of persecution where a demon devours
The savory scraps of a little girl's soul
Every blissful oasis scorched
Into a treacherous wasteland of sewage
Even my dreams, once populated by roller skates
And dolphins, offer no respite from the
Demented dealings with demonic deities.
Blood and Pain and Scars and Lies and Hate
Are all the sandman has to deliver most nights
Underlying it all is Fear, fear of the truth
The truth being it will only end
In death. Mine or his
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
*Buried in the walls of an abandoned house
You will find my morality, integrity and values
How can I be holy in a holocaust?
Shame has stripped away my humanity
And left me with volumes of despair
Shuttered into my wrinkled world*
Watching her smile at me from yellowed newsprint
And creased photographs in which everyone looks
The same, except for her. A haunting spirit which
Possesses even the cellulose and ink I clutch
In my trembling hands. Trophies of a brilliant life
That once snagged on a sharpened shard, began to
Unravel amidst Hope and Happiness and Honor
I flagellate myself with memories of walks and
Trips and fights. No amount of self-mortification
Is sufficient to satisfy the demons which torment
Me, nor the angels which mourn her. No penitence
Can relieve me of the yoke I'm burdened with of
Anger, Remorse, and Resentment. No purgatory
Sentence can properly prepare me for a pardon
Volumes of thought left behind in word and
Picture offer little solace to my fractured feelings
Left here to reassemble this life alone
This daunting task of overwhelming breadth
Leaves me with no answers, only the question
How can I complete the puzzle with a
Piece lost forever?
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Post ****** furnace boiling
The breeze kisses my flesh
She softly sings the sounds of bliss
Into my heaving chest
Unknown yet welcomed
The respite from heavy churning passion
Machines well oiled and primed
To deliver it's passengers through
Aeons in a few swift moments
She is my vessel and fellow traveler
Across the spiritual landscape
We have painted
Old canvas dusted and renewed
Under the Master's brush
His hand becomes mine becomes hers
Post ****** furnace boiling
New ideas, new vigor, new life
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
The thing that once was yet could never be
I feel again welling inside of me
Thick oily smoke rises from my soul
Invading every pore, filling every hole
Where the me I'd constructed, had once taken hold
Compassion confined to an unknown place
As I grab your cheeks and lick your face
Bound to me by your own mind
Release from me what I dared not find
Your eyes tell me who you are
They betray your deepest scar
The ***** within is pulling faster
Begging kneeling bleeding, for her Master
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC