Staring down at pink hands.
Stamping forms?
Exploded pen?
It doesn't really matter why they're pink,
But they are.
I wipe them on my clean white shirt.
I can't really remember.
All I know is that I'm living this life.
Wake up, work, sleep, repeat.
I stare down at my feet,
These are not my shoes.
I don't know whose they are,
But they aren't mine.
Wake up, work, sleep, repeat.
Flash back to spray painting your car,
Your clean black car,
Now features fluorescent pink writing.
I worked my *** off for you,
Turns out you're just a *****
and I want everyone to know
Wake up, work, can't sleep, repeat.
Flash back to leaving my bosses house.
Invited for a family dinner,
Discussing my promotion.
This is my life.
Nice house Mr. Boss.
Nice roast beef Mrs. Boss.
At the end of dinner Mr. Boss explains he can't afford my promotion.
I tell Mr. and Mrs. Boss to go **** themselves.
Only to walk home in Mr. Bosses shoes.
Wake up, fired, can't sleep, repeat.
I look out my window and see
Mr. Boss driving down the street.
My life is gone.
Passing by in the form of a black Honda civic,
With pink writing on the passenger side.
Inside is a red faced man
Throwing shoes at my door.
Some lives just aren't worth waking up for.
At least I have a new pair of shoes.
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 3:30 PM UTC
Once again I'm restless and can't sleep.
The ghosts are back, my dreams they keep.
I tried to pull one from their hands ,
But couldn't grasp the evanescent strands.
Why do you haunt me specter of dreams?
Because we love your stifled screams.
The panic rises in my veins,
They laugh because the fear sustains.
I pull the sheets above my head,
And pray that I can go to bed.
And If I die before I wake-
Your soul shall be ours to take
May 20, 2011
May 20, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
I lay still
Flesh on ice
Bones are chilled
It's my price
For trying to
Be born again
I stole stars
Made the moon mine
Put their light in jars
I was divine
I drank the light
That I'd sealed within
And so I began
My second life
With an eternal glow
As my heart beats
The lights pulse
In Morse code
But the sun mourned
All her daughter stars
And her son the moon
See their souls
Were within the light
That I'd consumed
"You must pay"
Said the goddess sun
To my illuminated self
"I'm taking your soul"
My warm tears were
The last thing I felt
So now I lay
In the cold snow
With an unfixed gaze
I am a wraith
Who sees only dark
Even in the day
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
Sitting by the fire, you stretch,
And breathe. The air is stiff,
Perfumed with insensitivity.
But to whom does this mysterious perfume belong?
For I am quite certain that it is not mine.
Your eyes stare,
My cheeks flush.
Our mouths show shameful smiles.
Slowly we lay on the ground,
Where the cooler air resides.
There is no overbearing perfume here,
Only the fire, the night,
And time.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 9:55 AM UTC
Blue-Black lining white on a cold night
Dancing silhouettes in the moonlit snow
Eyes strain to see through the cold
The ground must be their stage
The man moves closer
Beautiful creatures emerge
The dancers of the night
The breathing slows, the dancers pause.
The man watches as dark figures approach
The spectacle is not meant for seeing eyes
The man is cold and calls them closer
He grows tired of his blanket of snow
"I beg of you visions, ease my pain"
The visions sway-
A brilliant dance begins
The man watches and smiles
Filled with the warmth of a rising sun
And yet the breathing stops
The night is still dark
More black than blue
And it is cold
An unforgiving cold
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
When I was young
I misplaced Trust
Mistook Titles for Worthiness
Which left me helpless
I wandered aimlessly
In search of Nobility.
My soles blackened
My eyes grew tired,
I looked to you for rest,
Instead you took what I refused to give.
My journey continues.
My soul is mending.
My blackened feet grew to steel.
I stand strong.
You will not knock me down again.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC