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Beaux Sep 2013
Placed in a room with five corners
Walls as tall as ever
Infinity found on the ceiling
Did you hear a knock?
      No. No. I'm mad.
Decisions of the weak minded
Collapse the hour glass
Time holds no meaning here
Did you hear a knock?
      No. No. I'm mad.
Painted portraits of an American family
Hang to the right of the window
Picture perfect flesh eaters
Did you hear a knock?
      No. No. I'm mad.
Four legs sit to support a back
Middle of the floor: pale and plain
Cover me in words of color
Did you hear a knock?
      No. No. I'm mad.
Beaux Sep 2013
To be cursed with forgiveness
Never producing an ounce of anguish
I presume you find that lovely
Never to hate or become bitter
Oh, but how I am bitter
I forgive the ever-mistaken soul
Bleeding out my veins for humanity
Humble yourself, humble thyself
Motions seem programmed
Free will spits in my face
Not having the right to an emotion
For if I forgive and let be
Will my soul be taken from me
Did I ever care at all
How easily forgiveness falls
..then fails
...and fails
....and fails
.....and fails

Undying forgiveness makes the kind soul grow weary
Beaux Sep 2013
You're the ghost in the mirror when I'm standing alone
You're the breath on my neck when I start to feel cold
You're the whisper I hear when my head hangs low
You're the hope I hold but can never make whole
Beaux Sep 2013
Color my skin an icy winter
My heart as red as autumn leaves
Eyes reflect bits of green, a lovely soft spring
Bright little soul burning like the summer sun
Four seasons are all found with me
Beaux Sep 2013
"Your heavenly eyes renounce me of solitude"
Words that now mock and fleer
Words that begin a paroxysm
Curse me, Hebrew woman
Soul bare across cold concrete
Hand in hand, lady skeleton
Face of an angel
Devils thrive inside
Reaching off a cliff
For the sweetest of fruit
Beware the fall, young one
Beware
Beaux Sep 2013
I sit...captivated my overwhelming silence.
The sickness in the air thickens as the flowers grow in the window.
Mirrors laugh at me when I pass by.
Best not to look around for the devil could catch my eye.
Mindless chatter of the outdoor creatures as they swim the void.
Can you hear it? I can.
Screaming loud through empty minds.
No one is safe in their own head.
Neck twisted slightly to the left, for life has many angles.
Burning passions behind lovers' eyes go blank in betrayal.
It is fear that keeps us together.
Place your sights on the weary soul.
She's crawling across the floor.
The door is open but the exit seems impossible.
Rip away from the false reality you've been engulfed by.
Comfort not the morals of the masses.
For freedom is but a decision.
Beaux Aug 2013
How I miss the warmth of your flame
Sheltered by a blanket of sincerity
Kind hearts be all that I knew
Silk covered fingertips for the bad
A glance, oh thy glance
One should not possess such power
One wink, to my knees I fall
Thy eyes be a window to a soul, yes
Allow me to look upon an immortal soul
Send my body to the masses
For spirituality is all you allow me feel
Whimsically I float along
Much like a sparrow with a song

Woman, oh thy spirit be bright
Thy heart be gold
Thy thoughts so clear and true
Thy mind strong
Thy body delicate
Oh, thy passion... words be too little for that.
It's a shame she'll never know how I could love her.
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