I long for the siren who whispers my name in her song
Who calls me into the oceans of her eyes
And drowns me in her words.
Her voice lingers in my mind from times past
And like a scar on my heart forever lasts
Through my looking glass I, the oceans, peruse
In search of her, my first and only muse.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
To feel this much anger
at even picturing a persons face seems,
in itself, harsh.
But picturing that face
Those faces
Sends my mind in pursuit
Of a crusade
To avenge myself
The younger self
That was taken from me
And stripped bare
And shot
As I stood by watching.
Those faces plague me in my sleep
And torment me as though I've done wrong
But I haven't
And I will find them
And hurt them
As they have hurt me
Or worse.
They will weep.
I promise.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
Drop a stone in a well
And wait for it to
Splash into the water depths
You feel
Exist
Interminable seconds pass
And the echo of contact
Does not bounce up the stony sides
A white pebble
Gleamless as it falls through dark darker
Than pitch at midnight
Falls
And nothing more
The consummation of sound
Is never made
It won't be
And yet
You wait
With an ear to the yawning mouth
You wait
Perhaps forever
For the satisfaction
The confirmation
Of a plink at the bottom of a well.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
*When I turn 18
I'm gonna exercise my rights
That atrophied muscle I was denied
Since I was born.
I'm gonna start with a lotto ticket
And a pack of cigarettes
(don't think I'll smoke them though)*
I turned 18 eleven days ago
And since then my dreams
Like puffs of smoke from the cigarettes
I never bought
Have dissipated into air that just barely occupies my lungs
I have no home
No family
No rights to the one thing I wanted
The one thing I convinced myself I deserve:
Happiness.
Gangrene eats the atrophied fibers
And loss of hope eats my soul
Aren't these trials supposed to make me stronger?
Or am I too weak?
I don't want to carry on.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
For you I am a river
Ever changing, ever moving.
Give your troubles in to me
And watch them sink and be forgotten.
Build a boat and float it
Move with me.
I will carry you
Bear you off to foreign shores.
Then someday when you can take me no longer
Build a bridge over these troubled waters
Walk over them
And move on.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
I want to be an artist's muse
And sit in sunlit hallways
As she draws me in the ****
Her eyes wandering across my body
Cartographers of the flesh
Mapping every shadow
that every curve casts upon itself
As she paints me beautiful
In colors never fading.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
A kiss in the blue black dark
Inhibitions lost to drink
But slowly returning
Almost sober, but not quite
Forehead to forehead
Nose to nose
Chin to chin
Mouth to mouth
Resuscitation from this
Dream
Sparks fly between the two
But there are repercussions for that
Hands of another were held so tightly
Lips of another were made slightly wet
With a kiss unorthodox, taboo
Another's ******* pressed to his chest
While trying to make out another's eyes in the dark
A whispered goodnight
An event unregretted
A secret?
Lips that burned for more
But shushed
And feelings unrestrained.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
She makes me sing
On the inside and out
She makes my heart flutter and soar
To have her lips pressed against mine
To show her through fingers entwined
Just how much
How much she means to me
Would be so much more than I can ask
But sadly my hands are tied
I am a friend before a lover
And seek to maintain the peace
And prevent the pain
But as I told her and I tell myself
If she wants me
Needs me
I am here
Me and my heart
Broken or not.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
You can't shake if off
Hold it tight and hide it deep
You can't disappear it or run away.
It attaches all the more strongly
A malevolent cancer comprised of memories.
It resurfaces, exposing all the ugly to the sun.
It reappears and catches up.
Grasps at your mind with greedy tendrils
And poisons it with regret, guilt, shame, and sorrow.
You pick yourself up from each dreadful bout
And move up and on and away.
But it follows like a steady companion
As sure as Yesterday and the day before
Wherever you try to follow your Tomorrow
It's a plague on the present and malady to the future
Doctor, Doctor I need a cure.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
Broken within, broken without
Broken within broken without
SAnity is but a dream
Row your boat to a merry place
And move move move on
Find the sunrise and abandon sunsets
Move move move east
Around and around circles
No relief
Row Row
Never stop
Die
Free
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC