She had a wave tattooed on her ribs
Which is apt
For her body was a riptide
That lead straight to her whirlpool heart
She had the sun tattooed on her thigh
Which is apt
For she was my sunshine
Every day was a new moon night when we were apart
She had a lyre tattooed on her shoulder
Which is apt
For she was my muse
And she always kept me in the dark
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
In my front yard there’s a tree
That’s just the same age as me
The tree is much taller
But I am much wiser
Because a tree cannot think, you see
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
I had never known
What I do not know
And I do not know
What I had never known
Is not something I know
I know
I know
I do not know
And I know the unknown
I do not know
I know
Y'no?
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Why do clocks only toll on the hour
When I have to wake up at 7:15?
The train meets the station at 8:33
But the clock will not chime until 9
That's 27 minutes of anticipation
For what? It's sad, I find
That the clock only tolls
But once on the hour
And my appointment isn't 'till
The half
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
The bard feels all sung out
As the world around him sleeps
He is the only one left
In the right sense of mind
Who doesn't feel strung out
So he sets to write a merry tune
'pon his lute so fine
For come the morning
When the people awake
An old tune just won't shine
He tries and tries
Till the **** does crow
But sadly sunrise comes
The women start to knead their dough
To cook their breakfast buns
And the poor old Bard
In this moment did find
Of songs he wrote not a single one
And he now is out of time
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
The last thing on my mind
Would be
The last thing on my mind
I think about what that will be
But only time to time
For I find that when the
Day is done
When the children count sheep
And the race is run
When King Sun goes to sleep
And Queen Moon presides
Asleep in bed
With my love
At my side
That is when I hope I will die
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC
The grass is always greener
When the sun and moon share time
And if you wish to change demeanor
You'll learn this truth, I find
For I have rode the albatross
And dove deep into the sea
I have climbed with Sisyphus
And Hades set me free
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Can evil be measured
By mideeds themselves?
Or is it by how one acts
When under attack
Whether they stood strong or fell?
Because I tend to fall
I do not stand tall
When pressure comes to face me
I crumble and cry
Now with tears in my eyes
I ask you, am I evil?
I lash out when I'm mad
Try to fight when I'm sad
And I lose myself in the bottle
I take drugs if I can find them
And refuse to sing divine hymns
A heretic, a drunk, but evil?
I hate who I am
And I hate what I do
Does that qualify as repentant?
But I'll just do the same thing
Feel the same sting
For self destruction is truly my penchant
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
I look Death in the face every day.
He sits upon my shoulder
and I can see him in the mirror.
He no longer frightens me though,
I have grown used to his presence.
As he whispers in my ear
I recall a time it would scare me,
however now it illicits comfort.
Nothing can be permanent,
not even life.
Not anger, not sadness,
nor joy, nor fright.
None of that matters
no one cares, in the end.
So now I tend to consider
Death as a friend
Yes things are stressful,
yes i get bored,
but my friend Death reminds me;
everyone's life is a chore
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
Do you see the three there?
That points to those two?
That point to that one?
There's another to the right,
and another further down
which points to one
and then another,
and then another,
then a little down
there's three.
Those three there,
do you see the three there?
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC