I think we get along best
when we breathe,
*no words, no touch,
no sleep,
wide eyed and thinly tailed,
but living in a dream*
Yeah, I think we get along best
when we breathe
*no clock, no job,
no need,
bright eyed and nailed in wood,
but more than what we used to be*
I think we get along best
when we breathe
I think we get along best
when we breathe
*Cant you see?
All we need
is to breathe*
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
This is a story,
a story not worth mentioning,
but here I am,
here I sit,
more than willing
to spread its fire
to the furthest corner
of the earth
*with the sole intention
of starting over again,
a new castle made
from the ash*
It begins with a smile,
an enigma of the highest order,
a smile that could stop time,
freeze it with the force
of a star
stuck at the furthest point
away from the sun
The smile belonged to a girl
with broken wings,
and try as she might,
she could never leave
the confines of his dream
The boy, green eyed and defiant,
grew up knowing nothing,
for he was raised
by his own two feet,
a beautiful tragedy
like no one
has ever seen
He traveled the world
in search of comfort,
comfort which he new not
how to describe,
for it would only visit
him in dreams,
at only a certain time
each night
*I wonder what it tastes like,
does it have a smell?
Is it something I can hold,
is it something I can share?
Will it bite upon my arrival,
does it have a life of its own?
Can it leave at anytime,
does it even exist at all?*
Traveling through the forest,
one step at a time
the sun decided
to show it's face,
and it's lovely
little shine
When the rays broke through
the fear lines of the clouds,
and danced around
the tree line
down to the ground
The little girl appeared
without so much
as a sound
Centuries condensed to seconds,
magic taking breath
right before his eyes
He knew not what to say,
or whether to laugh
or cry
No words were spoken,
no birds softly sang.
the earth had stopped spinning,
no blood pumped to vein
In that moment,
he was free,
lost in the smile
of the girl with broken wings
It was all he could do
not to wake up
but wake up,
he did indeed
''Twas but a fleeing dream,
a dream he'll never catch
or turn into reality
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
I think I died the other night
Nothing out of the ordinary,
just another day full
of the same old ****
It's a full time job,
ya know,
hating yourself,
I should get paid
for my magnificent talent
of self-sabotage
Never a dull moment
in a world filled
with Seattle gray rainbows
sarcasm implied
I fell asleep rather quickly
the night it happened
Or the night
I think it happened
I had the same old nightmares,
I woke up the same too,
cold but sweating,
out of breath and panting
Same old ****
I walked out to the porch
to continue my long walk
to lung cancer,
lit a cigarette
and wiped the sleep
from my eyes
Low and behold,
the sky wasn't gray,
it was a beautiful something,
I could only describe it as
such, I mean ****
I have nothing to compare it to
The lake was reflecting the sun
in such a way
that I felt as though
butterflies were clawing
at my insides
These were no normal
butterflies though,
they had to have
been on MDMA or something
Each flap of a wing
sent chills radiating
throughout my body,
throughout my very soul
I woke that morning,
and life was beautiful
I must've died that night
because my first thought
of the day didn't consist
of an inward hate
Someone punch me
in the ******* face
so I know this is real
Please?
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
Do you ever feel stuck,
like the ground is glued
to the bottom
of your shoes,
or the clouds never move
despite having
every reason to
And your friends never stop
running circles
around you,
moving like a picture trail,
capturing every
last one of their accomplishments
just to compare it
to the empty trophy shelf
gathering cobwebs
in your living room
Do you ever feel stuck,
like the world is spinning
around you,
faster and faster
and it's all you can do
not to sleep
the days away,
finding some comfort
in closed eyes and nightmares
anything but the spins
I would compare this
feeling to quicksand,
but even then,
you're still going
somewhere
*even if it is down
even if it is to an untimely end*
Do you ever feel stuck
like there is no beginning,
and there is no end
This poem has neither,
in most regards,
it doesn't exist
So I'll leave you with
an incomplete sentence
Stuck....
A proper ending,
if there ever were one
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
I've yet to find
more comfort in life
than when I sit
by the river, alone,
headphones in,
blasting some obscure band,
drowning out the chaos
of the world
in three minute intervals
The bittersweet view
of the still water,
shopping carts acting
as sunken ships,
the captain obviously
denied the cliche
of destroying himself
he's nowhere to be found
Like me
Plastic bottles and grocery bags
floating aimlessly,
remains of something
once so satisfying,
now nothing more than
a potential act of homocide
I pray for the animal
or fish that makes the mistake
of giving in to curiosity,
more than likely,
*the cat will get
what's coming to em'*
It's still beautiful though,
despite my racing thoughts,
despite the decay,
both internally and externally,
it's still beautiful
Such is life, I suppose
The destruction of beauty,
the beauty of destruction
*Both, ever present,
eternal*,
and breathing
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
Whether by needle or ***
through vain or throat,
nose or lungs,
by heart or soul,
through brain or toes,
you are me
We're gonna' make it
through this life
if it kills us
intoxicated or sober
chained or free
Doesn't matter
because you are me
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC