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Aaron Bray Apr 2013
i wake up tired
and before i fall asleep
i feel the most awake
the most alert
my mind doesn't work
until the sun goes down
i don't know why
why its so hard to get going
my biggest regret
is waking up this morning
not that today was any worse than yesterday
or tomorrow will be any better
im not afraid
sometimes i think i am
afraid to make the choices i need to make
its not fear
its apprehension
not of what will happen
but what will become
what will become of me
i spoke to god once
just once
it was on a rickety subway car
we were alone
as only he would have it
i cant share with you what he said
im sure you'll understand
but i'll tell you this
he doesn't hate you
because of the things you do
or the people you hurt
he talks to you like a mother
with the wisdom of your father
his presence was fear
of his strength
i could feel it to the bones
his presence was love
because he came to me
and wanted to know my answers
which im sure he already knew
but to speak them aloud
to hear my voice carry
the answers within
the questions i knew
he broke the silence
and i knew why
he gave me a voice
so that we could speak
he gave me a voice
so that i could be heard
and as he approved
rejection
i of he
he couldn't change it
and so we sat
on a rickety subway car
i spoke to god
before i killed him
Aaron Bray Mar 2013
Teeth grinding sleep
sweat soaked sheets
spiral into the maelstrom
deeper into the abyss
earth shattering screams
nails pierce flesh
through the heel
of my right foot
to bleed me dry
this hell of mind
this hell of mine
to see my body
dead
skin flayed
hanging from its hooks
to gaze upon myself
Aaron Bray Mar 2013
Breath
Breathed in
pain of the shackled soul
locked into America
single motivated goal
Amistad
take the youth down
into the hold
throw them overboard
when their too weak
to be
the coal to the capital engine
to this hell we
call
home
Aaron Bray Mar 2013
vacancies upon the shelf
emptied souls upon the
almond scent aged
old faded pages
sooth the soul
voices of old
imortal ink
born new
speak
Aaron Bray Feb 2013
I feel empty

soulless

shell of a man

barbiturates

sedate the mind

blind

to the sights

generation

lost to television

phone

caught in the glow

know

not winters chill

fighting

the warmth of cold

beer

the amber savior

addiction

uncontrolled never more

watch

the stairs

escalator grow reaching

for

heavens clouds to rest

weary

eyes grow heavy

heavy

hevy

hvy

hv
Aaron Bray Feb 2013
Catch a bullet
between the teeth
lead is surprisingly soft
compared to porcelain
yet
somehow the
bone is weak
introverted eyes see
the white
covered in red and pink
Aaron Bray Nov 2012
i sit
wondering
if
Fahrenheit 451
is called
Celsius 232
as my moleskin burns
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