It rolls past a snake in the night,
Steel wheels rattling along the rails,
Face bathed in flashing lights,
Looking down lit from above,
I see my own eyes reflect among them,
Travelling silent together through the dark,
Count the carriages then it's gone,
I'm left alone as it thunders on
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Welcomed into the deadzone of meaningless averted eyes,
Nothing but uncomfortable seats,
And an ease to breathe in all the toxins you want,
Tongue-tied for interests,
Nothing to share,
So we stare at our hands,
And I notice something in mine,
They're growing and,
The honesty of work is dying them grey,
And where once I thought of them wasting away,
I find pride in my replacability,
The hollowness of my labour,
I'm glad for these things because they highlight the pen,
Which ink stained my hands as I wrestled with it,
In an eternal battle I have with myself,
So i'm glad to be fleeting,
A relief to myself
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
**** the silent moon,
and all it's stark white beauty,
and the thundering ghost train's,
crescendoing symphonies,
I am ever so angry,
At the effortless night,
for try, try,
and try as I might,
I will never be quite as still as the moon,
all of my lines well end far too soon,
and all will be lost to the effortless night
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
I am the space man,
Who jumped from his spaceship,
To give himself some space,
Because he want quite in shape,
To return to an earth,
Who will not remember his name,
For he did nothing new,
No tremendous feats,
He gave only retreats
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
So dark, so very dark
but I hear a voice
and I can feel a breeze
but I don't know where I am
all I know is that I'm alone surrounded by people
I can hear people calling my name
Since I lost my sight nothing is the same
I didn't just lose my vision, I lost so much more
My independence
my job
my confidence
my self-esteem
I will never get to live my childhood dream
It's hard to only see one color for the rest of time
BLACK
no color, just
BLACK
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Wrinkles spread,
On the mona lisa's face,
St. Pauls will crack,
And fade away,
Smoke will rise,
As towers fall,
And what we learn,
As we watch it all,
Is that even an angel's grace,
Is not safe in such a place.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
scratchy scraps of poems,
scribbled on scrapped paper,
a scraped sense of self,
stolen from silver screens,
siphoned sighs of cyanide,
from the last sacred cigarette,
this is how i see myself,
this is how i see myself
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Broken back bent we toil on our hearts,
pen silently swooping on the purest of sheets,
cigarette smoke blooms out in the dark,
as burnt fingertips drum up retreat,
the words flow in strings,
and get lost in the wind,
nicotine, dopamine drifting in streams,
i’m on an endless highway through the peaks of my brain,
the waves are breaking all over my dreams,
as my synapses rush; flushed down the drain,
a million overflowing ashtrays,
a crackling bowl of brainwaves,
staccato clicks of pen tops,
holding tight as the flow stops
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
There’s no time for heroes I scream out in the dark,
As narcotic times past are pushed through the dust,
Leaving no warmth in lieu or last shedding light,
We run scared of ourselves and eachother alike,
With nothing but the pity of stars and scars of delight,
Not fearing death but instead lying in wait,
As the sandpapers of time take all but our skin,
Spilling ourselves in grey silent rooms,
Grief over banality is a saccharine mess,
Not knowing best which sins to confess,
But when I’ve breathed out all my toxins my bones can rest,
Sacred satisfied,
Still
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
The wild heart of paradise,
that wind whips through a violent storm,
the clouds a gloomy shade of grey,
pulsating with the raw power of air,
a single bird glides then drops,
growing far too tired of the endless sky
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC