I didn't mean the words I said!
I swear the thought to mind my words slipped from my head!
My tongue was sharpened to an edge,
Poised to pierce, and so it did.
For nothing helps, when blood does boil,
To calm the ire, and end the quarrel.
No panacea have I found,
within myself or here around,
no consequence is taken heed.
to help me stay this wicked need,
And though my sins arent mine alone
I have no strength to cast more stones.
I've put a noose around my tongue
And from it you shall find me hung.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
I feel the emptiness of a brain uninspired,
I have no desire to muse about anything.
And to make something out of nothing
is never the easiest.
Putting pencil to paper,
I drag out the nothing inside
And line by line
It dies.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:31 AM UTC
Dragon fly, so aptly named
You skit passed land,
and sea,
and sky,
In iridescent blues
and greens
and grays.
Like a jewel, shinning through the day.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
Songs sung off key.
Cigarettes shared on park benches.
Fingers touching frets awkwardly.
Ill timed phone calls that last deep into the night.
You wake up refreshed, each and every time
On fantasy, and four hour sleep.
The day, just a silence in between,
conversations in the dark.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Enchantment, envelope me
Surround me, with the sound of her lips
Breathless as though the words themselves were my oxygen.
I'm overwhelmed in the awe of it,
The simple semblance of words,
Spoken perfectly,and in silence.
They destroy me, and make me whole all over again.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
sadness is a sea,
and on its shore I stand.
away from waters deep
feet firmly in the sand
it washes over me,
and goes away again,
a constant ebb and flow eroding who I am.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
How I hate to be a “poet”
Hate the sound of it,
“Puh” forced and lazy,
“Oh” as if it were surprising to be male and have emotion.
“It” as though verse were not infinite.
No I am simply ,
Floating endlessly over waves of lyrical truths.
Swept up in the gusts of life.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
Be still
Be quiet
Listen...
The trees applaud your beauty,
The sun, it shines only to illuminate your eyes
The breeze, it only blows to caress your every curve.
What use do you have for the greed of man...
When the world loves you so.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
If you look close enough you'll see the marks of previous self destruction
Listen long enough and you'll hear the emotions
That inspired the trails I ran razors down
Blood
The Crimson drops that reminded me no matter how dead I felt inside, somehow I was still alive,
A tangible effect,
causation: the constant disrespect of those so ignorant to call themselves human.
Purpose: to heal the wounds unseen with visible references of invisible pain.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 3:55 AM UTC