It's difficult, purposturous even, for some to conceive
Of a life that is fought for
A sense of security earned
With every waking hour you've been cursed
They baffle at the mute colors with which you paint
And half heartedly smile,
As they pass, with their fluorescent teeth
Yours ***** and yellow
From the brown water that has become your gasoline
From the cigarettes that are now your oxygen tank
The good air is all bought up
The good food is all turned to ****
**** for you to envy
As you scrub
They will loan you a dream
Knowing it is an unclimbable mountain
Because they are waiting at the top
With the soul of a shoe
You eat stew out of habit
Always chasing the wild rabbit
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
What system giveth me?
Maybe a novel, on a screen
In a play, in a dream
What entity indebted me?
Maybe I'm code, on a screen
In a game, of some being
What consciousness cares for me?
Maybe I'm all, not a screen
There's no gain, there's
Nothing
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Why must passion be frustratingly entangled in melancholy
The words remembered are acidic; a teary brine
Nights of foraging your soul alone hang in the hallways
When the only drunk that's worth a **** is nostalgia
And the only ink in the universe is trapped by old letters
You drown any fire mercilessly, unflinchingly
Because at least the colds consistent
And at least you've learned to cope
Breakdowns are receding with miles of open road
Nights of infinite stars drape a world's worries
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
I want to fall in love so hard I can't get up
I hope for romance so breathless, my heart becomes a base drum
Loudly intensifying, calling to me, confused
Laying there, contently aware, the past is pessimistic
Introduce silent futures to the boisterous blues
Do you long to see the sweater stitched
Are questions your only communication
I can't dance, but would love to sit and talk
About the hem of your pants, or how earnestly you walk
And read to you the stories being written each day
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
On the Eve of awakening
In a universe under my nose
Somewhere near adams apple
Two lives bound by time
Dreaming, and doing, dancing they went
Concocted crown sat on my head
Eyes met, "let there be light" was said
Illuminating exalted will divine
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
There's a whole lot to be said
of 4 a.m.
and the men it's tortured.
Same goes for clocks two
and all those dead
amongst the barns red,
Recently painted,
in fact still wet,
Violently the say
was the spray
of artistic revolution,
But the shoe never fit
this little slit
we narcissistically created.
So we Jew
them out of heaven
subjectively created.
Jaded fire stares at...
skin
like a white wall
Too begin
-
The fall
Stated hatred
is hypocrisies
living breath.
Inflated by
dated school of thought
uneducated, wrought with..
Complicated.
Or Basic.
We're......
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 5:56 AM UTC
Why did I stop,
Writing that is,
Games of hide and seek
Coyest the dream
Getting past by
Society in cab
To there next check
On the sixth list
Ever increasing, wants,
With if's
I forgot what the sky looked like
Or a tree yet pressed thin
Building the tunnel
Which will one day collapse
Maybe if I just,
Cut myself up,
Into the tiniest of pieces
There would be some left for me
Lord knows I've given in
Selling myself,
To the the devils lawyer,
But it's impossible to breath
No divergent existence
Prayers for content;
As I settle
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 11:37 AM UTC
Please kiss me, I said
Craving her want, elusive desire
Just once please, regretful nots
Loan of certainty, interest included
My credit is flawless, trust needed
Your searching for reasons, to turn
To second guesses you're in-debted
Musing the records spent
Twice to never fool
But oranges, apples, a mess of nuts
Sifting the pages, money lost
Stolen, more to say
On this cool night, Sad moon
Half empty, pessimism learned,
From spilled milks past
I understood
Inky cloud, view clotted
For a moment we sat there
The most beautiful of voids
Reflections bowed, Memories,
Collapsed, kiss was given
In the absence, ambiguous
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
I find imagination in the craziest places
Spirals stare through my dreams
Paintings knock me fluid
Soaking into existence
What a mixture, reality and me
Ideas dance like tree branches
Songs pierce the absence
Creations voice runs through
A composition by mighty pen
Infinities inkwell to dip
Poem of novel, set in itself
Beautiful confusion
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
Where, and why, and how, and what
Trust cuffed to absence; on the cot I cried
In my cave, too cold to care
Lost among a million point's in time
Horrific precision in their detachment
Some splendid smile he imagined
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC