Metal man of tin so tall
Your back is glued upon my wall
Your tongue hangs out, a pendulum
But the lights are out so I knew you’d come
Metal man of tin tonight
You make a sound and look contrite
Like tears should pour out from your eyes
But you’re just a clock that vivifies
Metal man with beady eyes
I’m scared your promise will materialize
My family’s asleep, don’t leave me here
I know you can move, I can’t sleep in fear
Metal man
My eyes are heavy
Mama says your just a clock
But I see you breathe
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
If one’s bedroom is a reflection of their mind
And my room is a maelstrom of loose papers, musical instruments, littered with ***** clothes along the floor, rancid, and contains cities of towers of used dishes
And one narrow pathway between the piano and my bed
…
Suddenly psychology makes sense.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
As the light mourns its death
And the blue turns to murky ink blots
This hopeless romantic
Becomes the romantic hopeless
And as I look into her eyes
The sunset is reflected at me
As it falls to the floor
A drunken mess
And we
The two hopeless
Throw down our fears
And live one night— we truly live
And I wake up to see
Nothing more
Than that
It had been a dream
And yet
Nothing short
Of a
Dream.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Should I go on
If I would just stay here
On gliding wings
Saying things
That only you will hear
There isn’t any part of me
That’d trade you for the world
You say you love me to the moon
And back, but that’s inopportune
So I will wait here
Don’t care how far or near
Just as I did yesteryear
And I will always go on.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
As far as I am concerned
We are bound forcefully
By the air we breathe
That soaks up our tears
And spits them back out
In a deluge
From black clouds of our own doing
And by that measure
Our minds are connected
By the tongues of passion
That twist vigorously
Within the head of our greatest fear
The one whom we love
Unloading our universe unto another
And our most undying need
To morph the suffering in our world
With morphine of our own
Of which the recipe is dangerous;
A vulnerable, broken, dangerous self
That is trampled out of existence
As a newborn fawn is stolen suddenly by an unforeseen winter wind
The whispering wind in the air
Carried by all of our breath…
Indeed, we stole the fawn
And in doing so— ourselves as well.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
Between those stars, far up high
There are treks made short
Magnified by the expanding eye
This eye that saw a hundred happy memories
That our beating hearts drummed for—
Those countless fairytale stories
And in those stars above
We can only see them now
As Peace’s Apollo-Dove
That dove that rides on hope
And sails on vaporized tears
And only lands amidst our joy
The stars that shone on the most hated day
Disappeared into oblivion
As our lives slowly fray
While the stars we saw live
We cannot
People don’t always give
All the love that they’ve got
But in solace to us
My dear friend, I swear this:
All stars must die
And thus we rise from the abyss.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
Show to me a Holy Book
But I can tell you now
That this music’s soft and subtle cry
Echoes from inside, deep down
There’s not too much in this life
That I can give to make things right
And when you’re gone I won’t go on
Us both, just rolling with the wind
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
Le mie ossa sono state rotte
Dal martello pesante
Forgiato dei miei peccati
E pesato per l’energia vitale
Immagazzinata dentro me.
Ciononostante,
Non esiste una minaccia come me
Con la potenza del bue
E con il cuore del leone
Che vagheggia uno scopo senza fine.
E senza fine, vagheggerà lo scopo.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Then, the keeper said to her,
“Do you remember me? I remember you.
You filled my cup to get yourself drunk
2 days later I wake up in a ditch
13 feet under the surface of my own logic.
How did you do it?
You bewitched me with that smile
And you left me, riding the dragon into my worst nightmare
You lived with the friend of my enemy
And here we stand, still…
Still ****** into the worst dizzy spell of my life
Still unsure whether to fight the dragon, or tame it.
Tame the dragon, or tame you.
Tame you, or tame my reason.”
That is the story of a keeper’s life
The knowledge of his self-contradictory self
Running from the heart that soothes him
Even if it is his own
Just to come into control of himself
Through the taming of a rare creature
That nobody can domesticate.
At least not him.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC