Drawn to the sea.
Wash out my eyes.
The ash can't be unseen.
Drown out the screams.
Burn away my ears.
The things I can't un-hear.
Whisper the destruction
of my mind once
again.
The debris of what could have
been.
Drawn to the sea.
Once more to find
faded dreams washed ashore.
Drown the hope.
Wash away.
Burn it all.
Silent screams still whisper for a chance to surface.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
How many times can I pull the wires from the wall?
The circuits. I never thought they could bleed.
But the corrosion that seeps reminds me that yes, yes they very much can stain everything it touches.
Why? Were wires crossed? Was there just tape there to keep it dry and together? Who knows what spark was caused, but it was ignored.
The smell of melted plastic and burning cables fills my head. It's a foul stench, but I can't move. Even if I could I'd still smell the smoldering remains.
Mainly, because I still have the wires ripped from the wall still in my hand like a wilted bouquet of flowers.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
Peel back the skin.
Relinquish yourself.
You never knew anyway.
Quit holding back and trying
to tape the falling walls that were
built from lies and deceit all your life.
Scared of the scars that you might
receive from it all crashing down, but
have you seen yourself recently?
You still have your bones.
You still have your thoughts.
You still have a heart.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Pathetic liars
cracking at the skin.
Ink drying up, but
nothing ever written down.
A calamity of words
never hearing the light of day.
Keep pressure on the wound
even if there is no blood
we wouldn't want an infection
now would we?
See it dissolves and has frothing
like feeling. A taste that never
really leaves.
Try to think of something else
to keep from retching. Twisting
,physically, your insides as it becomes
a metaphor of where you've found yourself
this time.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
As if time stood still
You sat there waiting wondering
slipping spinning
sinking
yet again.
Almost like your mind
turns against you.
Doesn't let you see how
much time is really passing.
Everything is in slow motion.
The trick is everything is still
happening. You've just closed
your eyes to hard to see it. Open
them again and see how much has
changed.
It will pass you by
in a feint whisper.
Not again.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
How many secrets does the ocean have?
Maybe just as many as the mountains.
It's funny how such a vast difference
can share such similarities as one another.
Because things change overtime doesn't
mean there wasn't a past.
Only a fool could think they could
change the ever unchanging.
To watch it go by why thinking
of how to change what went wrong.
Look to the mountain and it's friend the ocean.
From bottom to top there are many things we
cannot change as the vastness continues to grow
much as our questions.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
Why pull threads
when it's your hands that will get tangled?
The thought of undoing something
gave perhaps great pleasure.
I don't know. I found my resolve
to not worry, or maybe it's to not ask?
The woven piece now just tatters.
It was a nice thought once I suppose.
Ironically, what was once undone can be
put back together in a better way.
You just have to be able to start from
the beginning again. Can you see a
future from something that once was
intertwined before?
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Looking in
Finding out
Why these wild weeds grow
So tall in a vast plane of consciousness.
Travel through the thick ones first.
It builds character, so when you come
To a thin one that disguises itself
You already know how to not fall apart.
Never think that you are above them when
The smallest one can bring you to its level
Within a heartbeat.
Open all of your eyes.
Be ever aware.
These weeds can entangle you quick
And without you knowing.
The nights of not understanding.
Never let it happen like that again.
Quick flashes can really sober you up
,But don't think too hard or you will
Get
Lost.
Look out.
Find within.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
The fires ravaged a town I once knew.
Ashes now are the solace of the dead.
There are no steps to trace anymore.
I can't find a single remnant of what
I once knew.
The silence is deafening. The charred remains.
The embers that died out long ago.
Where have I been?
How could no one have warned me?
My tracks how they fade
in once what I thought was snow.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Reprise a role once forgotten.
How hard it is to remember lines.
Wiping the dust off and trying to
start acting again.
Don't force it.
They will spot a fake.
Become the character.
Remember the facade that you created.
How the others were so jealous as they looked
on as you waltzed through your performance
so effortlessly.
Those were the days.
Don't let them see you sweat.
Stop sweating.
It's the anxiety.
Shhhh...they might hear that heart of yours beating through your chest.
One more thing before you take the stage again.
Stop talking to yourself and live your life.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC