there was love and cost
pleasure and frost
there were accidents
at which point did it switch?
the cloud’s echo meant
and lingered
bent and fingered
beckoning to dissolve
I had no way of knowing
how could I have?
that the first drops
each matched by a tear
would reveal
it was all a dream
I convinced myself to believe
#tinylittlepieces 2011
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 10:20 PM UTC
the world is burning alive
morals, compassion and self respect
feed the flames of greed
let’s run away before it’s too late
through the shrinking tunnels
of truth and light
kindness and right
we’ll survive the inferno
then stop the flames
follow me
i know a shortcut
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 3:23 AM UTC
the ember, the light
the 4 year old's delight
it stays, maintains
through the darkness and pain
the confusion and shame
it betrays and lays
but choice remains
light vs dark?
light claims and stays
the joy the bright brings
hides the dark cloud that lings
step ahead of the shadow
of sorrow and shame
and follows the glow of the flame
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 4:02 AM UTC
i miss the depth of our conversations
i miss 4am cigarette drives
i miss us painting the mural on our apartment’s wall
but i don’t miss you
so when you call me I feel… nothing
except sad for you
and your cruel ways of giving love
then taking it away
dangling it over my head
like a schoolyard bully
the venom you’d spray seared my heart
it stopped my breath and tore me apart
i gave you all i had, only love
but you slowly broke
an already broken soul
and you knew it
you meant to, it empowered you
so when you call me I feel… nothing
except that the burns you left have healed
and your words mean nothing anymore
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
flatline eyes
dead but blinking
empty
void
like his meaningless tattoos
and the fancy house his dad bought him
he wants them filled
the random floating shapes that are him, filled in
with an empty, socially constructed idea
this is some people's dream?
to me
an invitation to a miserable, hollow existence
but with money!
an invitation to hell
empty eyes, empty hearts, empty gifted house
i'd rather roam this world alone forever
than live in flatline hell
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
the pawn
interjecting appropriate jargon
at appropriate moments
seemingly interesting but far from fascinating
just enough to make you not turn away
at first
jargon, silence, repetition
repetition, silence
ammunition is empty
****
hold hope the initial impression remains
silence, repetition, silence, hope
it doesn’t
it fades
the jargon hardens the plastic
the plastic pawn repeats itself
it pleads and screams to the empty world
for interest, for fascination
just enough to not make you not turn away
you do
you turn to leave and glimpse a sea
of hardening plastic pawns
waiting in queue
to listen
run
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC