sunken eyes and an untame mind.
eyes grow pale with the sun,
the universe turns black all at once.
free fall into oblivion, lick the edge
and feel the pain. i can't stop the rain from
sinking down my face. this love is all
i had, now i just spin around in place,
wishing to be alone. it's just a phase, so
i say, but everything is dull. the wind
pulls through my throat speaking
words i've never known. my eyes won't
close, the brain says no. can't stop thinking.
the sun is devouring my irises, blinded
by the deafening silences. what's happening?
where's my mind? i can't keep passing by
with i'm fine.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
darkness signals the
retreat into
the shell
of sea-side
sounds.
they whisper
innermost thoughts
of blindness and
profound seconds
of suspended
fallen flowers.
the recluse
can see more
in the deepest night
than the lightest
day.
thoughts circle with
the stars, as the
atrophy of apathy
begins
and the menagerie of
faltering frowns
follows.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
everything we
do is selfish and to boost
our fragile egos.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
soul growth of
a tree, the leaves
drop with every word
you let free.
leave a barren old twig,
knowing you did what you must
and said what you hid.
but remember,
don't
leave without
a twirl or a spin
of the heart, or the gift
you have to give will stay
forever, from this world, apart.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
how the flowing
wind squeals at the
sound of your
concrete smash. fool,
the wind may carry
you on Her back,
but your infintismal
against the screeching
yelp of Her translucent
lips. that fire smitten
jungle howler will
blow your face off.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
seashell minds, if you
listen closely you can hear
the salt roars of oceans.
the emerald ebb
and flow of ideas that
adds spice to our lives.
we are all drops of
liquid fantasy in this
untamed sea of life.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
hope is a reflection
held in a tear
drop. a mention
of beauty in
a wet ball of fear
or sadness. when
all seems unfit,
a reminder that here
is Nature with
a warm touch of beauty
to quell the despair.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
question mark eyes,
dust specked with
anguished lies.
his graceless feet
are always dancing
but not to his soul's beat.
songs sung with unknown
notes, so he drowns himself
in the bars that are shown.
perhaps one day, he'll
read the sheet music,
but for now he's still
dancing to the mysterious
tune and he always will.
stuck with what he's got,
tortured by what he sought.
that's the tune of the world.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
quicksand waves of
sunsets as I
sink into umbral
moments of internal skull
watching.
pictures play upon
my eyelids, dancing to and fro--
whispering foreign
thoughts to my neurons.
as i open the curtains of
my physiognomy, light
prickles my corneas, signaling
the retreat of my
midnight adventures
into the darkest
caverns of my
mind.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
crystalized veins,
and a moon rock heart--
only shooting myself in the foot,
but i like to watch the blood
flow. the stubborn
stalk doesn't need
water to grow.
fool of my own
demise, but you
have to die to
reach heaven.
so i'll stick to my
guns no matter
what.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC