Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
You are
A Starburst
All **** and vinegar
Making a muck of things
You cry
When i sing
To me
Its beautiful
I am
The watcher
Waiting for my move
Always
Darker
When
You
Lose
You
Were harder
On yourself
Than the fists
You felt
In the lights
Of broken dreams
Where we
Kissed
And i
Pulled you
Into
This
Rivet
Of my
Space
Where i
Make my place
In fates
Not mine
So we
Can be
Nothing
Together
Under
Sunless skies
Feeding
Flies
To lift us
To paradise
As we
Cry
The world away
I am
Always
One
Unto
you
Into
Me
You
Are
The fractured me
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
See it in
See it out
Seer it in
Sneer it out

In hot breath

Breathe it in
Breathe it out
Deeps breaths
Deeper doubts
Doubt the test

With lesson first

Be here
Be there
Be near
Be fair
Be aware

Of the first thought

Start
Stop
Get
Got

Stare

Do
Dont
Wont
Will

Blew
Read
­Blue
Red
****

The lights

But why
But how
But when
But where
But

Not

Not here
Not there
Not sooner
Not later

Never dare to dream

Ly
Lye
Lie
Lies
Lives
Lived

Given

Out

Out of luck
Out of *****
Out of gas
Out of fuss
Out to ****

The killer
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
you
Ask me
Sass me
Harass me
Fasten me
To your dichotomy
In lasting
Fasting
Blasting
The beast away
But appeasing
The lingerings
Of darklings
In your skull
Just
Take it all
Or ******* fold
Too old
To scratch it out
Or tear the flesh
To laugh about
The torn mesh
Just
******* shout
In the
Moments made of
More than you
Moments made up
For you
Moments to live
Despite you
To spite you
In spite of you
It grew
Through
And through
And threw you
To you
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
The ******
The flunky
The automaton monkey

The husband
The wife
Living half the life
Half as bright

The weak
The strong
Living half as long
As the dumb

The hammer
The knife
The enamour
Of life
Sliced
Into bite size

The lies
The truth
The old
The youth
The spies
The mutes
The bold
The brutes

Locked in cages
Blocked in mazes
Mocked in stages

Until grounded
Until pounded into the dirt
Until astounded
In floundered
Meandering
Of the meaning
Demeaning
The reason
For being
Right

Retreating
From the lesions
Where the light
Shone through
In pursuit
Of the truths
You already knew
It is all there
Glaring back at you
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
From across the room i watched with gloom in hand

Trembling of the soon to be lost temper of my severed tranquilities, swiveling on my spleen

Fueling the surrendering of my dreams for one squeeze to lead them all

Fear only stalled in my cause for alarm

No harm shall come before the storm

No spawn of thought beyond the forlorn

Here to see
See nothing
Nothing to see
See something

Something amiss
Amiss of the somethings
Some things are best
Best left unsaid

And unsaid is where they burned

Turned out
Out turned
Turned doubt
Doubt turned

Confidence

Confidence with delicately sculpted prominence over loose targets

Scurrying like varmints

Not to tarnish the cries for help

6 flashes for silence, and a taste of hell

By demon be driven, as we all sell when pressed against hell with the means to end it all

Let the chips fall where they may, as in jail i can prey on bigger things, and emerge a king

Solitary confinement will refine my shrine to stardom

But the martyrdom of *****, is quickly forgotten

Spoiled rotten in self indulgence

Emboldened in molten rage

The pages folded before fading away

In cindered fairies playing with my pain

Falling

As Jagged glass from window panes

Empty walls
Walling in the wisdom
Wisdom calls
Calls for blood
Blood from all

I merely heed the call and fall fashionably

Rationally broken in the cities hold on me, in claustrophobic scolding for my holdings in heavenly weapons pointing to the cure

I expect nothing but the allure of spatter, patterned out to the tune of my doubts, coagulated in lieu of the claps, looping through the traps of no take backs, and collapsing to my synapses crackling in the rain.

Smash my brain, in suicide by cop,  I jump atop the bridges that i burned

I turn the other cheek

Just to wink at the weak

Before i leap

And never learned
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
**** the messenger
Don't trust the clever
Endeavor
In more
Than you can afford
Bore
Out the snakes
Before
Too late
And escape
Adored
Michael W Noland Jan 2013
Utopian slaves
In praise
To an appraiser
Carved from clay
With a razor
From a braver man
That took a stand
In rainier days
And fenced them in
From the judgments within
Amen is man
Clouded in sin
We are one
Without
Look within
Next page