He ran far enough to know
that in the end there was no end;
that at the edge was a turning point;
that the pavements simply bent.
He was the chaser of suns,
almost always on the run
one foot in front of the other
but the chase was almost done
For Time was chasing him as well,
behind his back, so close
and overhead were clouds that cursed
him for the life he chose.
And in the end there was no end,
but there was no chaser, too
and Time was left alone without
anybody to run to.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
I chose to build a fortress
in the middle of the woods
and line along the edges
pillars of aged books.
Now why, you ask,
did I choose to build
a thing so odd,
what is it for?
So strange a thing
on the woodland floor.
You see, I have a plan
of shutting myself away
from the reality that is the world
and the sight of it decay.
Here in the safety
of letters and ink,
I can finally breath fresh air
and think.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
I breathe in and breathe out,
standing on the Railroad to Forever.
Looking up, I see Spring
carried by winds towards Wherever.
Looking down, it’s an endless sea
(the deepest, it’s called Infinity).
When the winds grow stronger,
I shall fall like Autumn did—
into a whitewashed grid
and burst in sangria
and saffron and brown
and turn the Universe
upside-down.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
sometimes i paint
sometimes i write
sometimes i do what i think i might
sometimes i play piano
sometimes i play guitar
sometimes i steal from the cookie jar
sometimes i dance
sometimes i sing
sometimes i try to do everything
yes, i am a jack of all trades--
master of none, but better than
a master of one.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
watch me
as i undress;
pull off the sheets
of an ancient chest.
i give you now
the long lost key;
go on, my dear
and unlock me.
i know you seek
a work of art
but all you'll find
is a rusty heart
with rusty gears
that spin no more
yes, i'm broken
from the core.
"hold on," you say.
you hold my heart
and gently fix it
part by part,
then with such grace
you place it in;
working smooth
as how it's been
a billion years
before it failed;
before false love
my heart impaled.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
be still, be still
my darling, be still
your beautiful mind
these thoughts will ****
be still, my darling
be still
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
what is it to you
if i pave my own path
and do not speak up
when you expect wrath?
you see, i am
quite the silent kind
but look into my thoughts--
i've a chaotic mind.
these lips are shut
so you may not hear
what lies beyond
my skin austere
though you may peek
into my spirit
through words
that i write vivid.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
the curtain dances
with the wind
to the music of
your cheeky grin
as you look at me
with those hazel eyes
my words i have
to improvise
my back shivers
my voice quivers
as with such grace
you touch my neck
and kiss the lips
that long for you
dear, my heart's
a wreck.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
o, how tender,
o, how sweet
the tune you make
from your leather seat.
dear piano man,
do play on
your songs of old
from years long gone.
make me recall
with shivers all
the memories i hide
about love lost
and new love found
as you play
by my side.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
i am constantly drowning,
though very sweetly,
engulfed in a pool of ink.
the color of midnight
and ravens and coal
falls drop by drop
everytime i think.
and with this jet black liquid i
press on pure, clear white
til one by one words appear
from nowhere, into sight.
i am constantly drowning,
though very sweetly,
swallowed by a sea of paint.
the colors of stars
and rainbows and light
fall drop by drop,
i'm without complaint.
and with these hues and a brush i
smear on pure, clear white
til a picture appears
from nowhere, into sight.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC