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Alex Goodrich Sep 2013
smoke in the fog
I linger at the riverside
I lie on a log
waiting for the tide

my coats covered in crows
I **** in black billows
o'er water, I see she grows
Oh, I see her, princess of the rose

way out in the wood
I feel the time run slow
could I swim...I think I should
to let my glass heart show

in the river I drown
I feel the could flow deep
I sink to the ground
I feel the water seep

in the river I froze
then her hand reached in
Princess of the rose,
take me away from this sin
Alex Goodrich Feb 2012
I run my fingers along scars long healed,
feeling the tissue strained to bond,
knowing the sand since fallen.
No blood that falls will **** the pain;
needles and pins in a leather sling
and the claws of the beast remain.
Alex Goodrich Feb 2012
O, emerald angel, give me pity!
This immortal sea king has dared to dream
Away with my chains, free me from this city,
Where sorrow and filth bubble in cream.

Sweet viridian seraph, look into my seas,
As they so long to be one with life.
So distant from your guarded bushes and trees,
Yet my oceans reach in strife.

God, grace me, as I look on this jade cherub I see,
Her song above forest floor soothes Leviathan's heart.
Too good a creature to live in where mortals teem,
Yet my waters ever seek her until earth is torn apart.

So, good lady of green, give me you, I, a lord of blue;
For in all I do, I do for you, done earnest and true
god
Alex Goodrich Mar 2013
god
god is small and white;
yet sometimes yellow.
god is a capsule.
he shows me the light.

I found god in hands-
hands of a smiling man.
I love god, I hate him too.
he tells me what to say
what to do.

god takes me up high;
above the stars and night.
god drops me down low,
beneath the burning ice.

god will never leave me,
this I will always know.
I love god, I hate him too,
he tells me what to feel,
what to do.

I feel gods hands on me,
I feel fingers around my neck.
he leans in and says he loves me,
then he breaks me into dust.

god touches me, smooth, soft.
he asks me to let him in.
I love god, I hate him too.
he tells me what to think,
what to do.

god keeps me warm-
but his body is dead cold.
he smiles, and holds grace,
then spits and laughs in my face.

I take god in, forced and warm,
without him I cringe and I writhe.
I love god, I hate him too,
he tells me how to live,
what to do?
alternate title: ode to benzodiazepines
Alex Goodrich Jan 2014
A storm; weather which wears the stone in two,
The rose; which from her sisters, I took for you.
The warm; the blood that flows from head to toe,
and the words; words which we utter to and fro.

Simple gifts, water and life, as trivial as empty speech-
Yet, how can these mere earthly things have heavenly reach?
But, I forget, as I stand cold and wet, winds blowing by,
That I have made my trek to these steps to catch an angel's eye.

My arms outstretched, branches grasping for the sun;
The sacrifice of the bush set for this wholly, holy one.
There stands I, bare of pride, daring never to feign
Feign my love for Elysium in this eternal rain.
Alex Goodrich Mar 2012
You tear into me when I wake
When I think.
Eat.
Sleep.
You make me warm a while
then you go.
And I'm left to
pick up
  what's left.
Even though I know:
your pain
keeps
me
  alive.
So it can't surprise me when
it hurts even more
  each time you come back
because I can't
say

  no.
Alex Goodrich Feb 2014
rivers run through rock and stone
souls pass through flesh and bone
i suffocate as i reach out to scream
as the current drags me down stream
it was you; always you i would see
dreams of a light yearning to be
to pass through the bars and wooden frame
to give illumination to my greatest shame
give me a year- 50 weeks more
and i would cross to your side of the shore
you stopped and stared to wave and smile
yet here i stand twisting ever while
death means nothing to an empty heart
but its the ones who were dead from the start
who seem to linger and shiver and last
dragging you under into waters past
i reach out i scream in vain
and you look on and see me; plain
i am nothing
i am dust
but this is a world where in dust we must trust
so i'll burn every bridge and sink every ship
and i'll make believe that this did not exist
and i'll laugh a bitter call as the masts begin to roast
the call of a man who's been chasing ghosts
pain
Alex Goodrich Sep 2013
fill me up and let me breathe
breathe in the poison and this sea
light fire to this rope at which i heave
**** me, oh god, i beg, **** me
yet i live on in this mortal coil
i yearn to know the purpose
purpose to my being, to find my foil
this mortality both blessing and curse
drown me in whiskey and bathe me in gin
show me the path to the makers glow
let me swim in the mortal sea of sin
and let all these scars be my banner to show
i live to hide from what i am
and what i am no one will know
battering the gate with the head of a ram
trapped in a war, lost in the snow
Alex Goodrich Feb 2012
An urban song, draw me to the break,
the end of the page calls me.
I look, and lights shine on shadowy deeds;
my birthright, a scathing iron in my heart.
Never to follow the path of the father,
I go to follow the path of a son.
A son lost in the fog.
Alex Goodrich Sep 2012
I walk alone on this sorrowful shore,
Lungs fill with spite, my heart drowning at sea.
Memory fleeting; lost thoughts of before,
Before summer nights, the waves, you and me.

Hazel spice warms my eyes, and gives me hope;
Auburn drapes down the visage of white light.
Sunlight, some see sacred, while I praise snow,
Snow kissed with autumn leaves, without blight

She walks alone, upon the bitter sand,
Exhaling ocean winds, bringing me back home.
Earthly angel, reach out and clasp my hand;
Thea, come sit on my nautical throne.

We the king and queen of this western shore,
Let us rule this sea; be alone no more.
Alex Goodrich Sep 2013
make me warm
make me feel at home
shelter from the storm
no direction where i roam
i cant see past the fog
but i can see the days rush past
so i drown in this sea of grog
and hope this euphoria will last
misery and angst crawls up my spine
it teases my whole and fills my soul
no word i put on paper in rhyme
can ever fill this voided hole
empty years spent on empty hearts
wasted time alone in the dark side
bury my mind in puzzles and arts
because it's my reflection that i cannot hide
im worn and torn, aged beyond my days
and yet still i push my rock up hill
is there hope for the men trapped in haze
or will i die before i get my fill
i linger on in this mortal fold
here i lay and writhe with a silver tongue
and eighteen years, italic yet not bold
i will forever be the one never  young
whiskey dreams and young nightmares
Alex Goodrich Feb 2014
sometimes it'd come; a uniting word
something soft and almost unheard
others it was a thing felt
a need that swelled and couldn't be helped
city nights hinted by smothering black
hiding away where none could track
hours over coffee and somber tones of death
yet there was more life with each passing breath
every portion i tasted and i knew
and even now, i wish i'd never seen you
a thing far too sweet for a feast
and a bone not fit to be gnawed by a beast
it was only you for whom i'd kneel
and it was only you whom i sought to heal
if ever should you go the moon would fall
all would hush and slow to a crawl
even after every word your shadow will loom
and i feel frozen in sight of your doom
i know no words no prayers i could say
the will of your god will have its way
but still i cry as the plowman comes to reap
i will lay beside you as you go to sleep
cancer and exes

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