Skull etched of flowers
Bones white as snow
You fell in love with the marrow
Listened to the mouth that told you to go
Repetitive are your words, your ways
Many creations helping convey
To be truthful, it all means the same
Go to her
Don't listen to that mouth
Speak, "Home is where you are"
I didn't fall in love in the South
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
Candle brims and faint light
Let it keep you alive
Fall in love with the passing night
It's acceptable to dream up your deaths
These potential slumbers won't bring rest
I wish I slept
and dreamt of lanterns in grass
Everything in my view is on fire
Full of abiding, dangerous desire
It's not my pulse that's pounding
My passion is what's thriving
I hammer the beauty so forcefully
I should recognize this morbidity
To my being it's life,
not the finale
It's the soft breaths you take involuntarily
Peaceful.
I hope death holds this illumination.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 7:30 AM UTC
Gray is so deathly
I watched it all, blood red
From tires you bring guilt
You deliver them no reprieve
From the window,
you look much sweeter
Down on the pavement,
you couldn't make hell any deeper
You're still half beautiful though
Every breathing lung disagrees
Your ***** blood is all you have to show
I won't recite you stories, you're dead
Just bury this in your non-existent grave
I ponder upon your disintegrating- I'll think
I amend the vultures that choose your corpse
You'll have that home you wanted
Even if it's for a little while
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 7:23 AM UTC
I found the cure,
but I'm not so pure
You'll have to bear with me
as I fall deeper, deeper.
We laugh about the mermaids in the sea
I laugh but you don't think you're funny
We'll draw koalas,
and go on walks for hours.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:06 PM UTC
Guess I'll be postponing December's reconstructive surgery
There's nothing like being delayed from your own burglary
It had potential too, well maybe if it wasn't so ruthful
I'll still tentatively deem it as successful
I started to shed the lingering fatigue
I began to think of my completed protocols
Triggered the realization I need the reconstruction after all
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 10:05 AM UTC
I've grown tired of this
surreal, trying-to-run-underwater paralysis
My thoughts will not expire,
even though I harshly insist
It's time to redirect my energy back to the war
The one I began waging over two years ago
I'll keep struggling against this innuendo
All for the hope to destroy my incoherency
Yet somehow still possess my secrecy
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
There is common ground between the seasons and I
Stages of everything going conclusively awry
Undergoing this divine metastasis
I view it as lacking the act of being courageous
And being even farther of described as spontaneous
But I never berated a late afternoon in September
Especially the absurd image of even knowing it was a possibility
I hope in a decade or so I will remember
Every one of these disjointed thoughts
As rapid as hummingbird wings I'll soon miss December
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
Written with unflinching honesty I resume
Although I still see this poignant death as an empty room
Yes, I will resume this empathy
I'll admit it's not well-crafted with superiority
This inevitable event deftly captures us all moving into a vagrancy
Confronting the abyss of what might be
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:53 AM UTC
Do you know how hard it is
to make a dead man proud
It just about puts yourself in the ground
Living for a corpse with a pulse
They have no place for their words
Taking advice from a dead man is absurd
Until they put life back into their own soul
Don't go out of your way and dig your own hole
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
Your body is the capitol of our state
I'll meet you there, or at least what's left of it
I look into your eyes, you're not letting me through the gate
I can't manage this entire place
You have to lift your face
Emerge from the sheets
It's not home without me
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC