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539 · Jul 2010
Panic
We used to hear the rain speak
the conversations between teardrops .
the earth
wiped them away with broken hearts

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if  thoughts of suicide were entertained
it was only because they were liberating
not because they came free

now, nothing is coming easily
I have forgotten how to speak
only panic before my thoughts

It happens all the time
everybody is too drunk to notice

All the magic is gone
Everything once special has no meaning
Location is just a sad dot
on a sad map

all fluid movement is forced
the eyes that I meet
desire only to close
and fall asleep

faces are painted gray
the landscape became bare overnight
no longer did we walk
we simply filed in order
and ended up in the dark

We dropped our pens
and shut the door on life
phone calls were left unanswered

movies, a strange silhouette
music, a single note
clothes, a uniform

we all wanted to cry
but forgot how.
the sensation was remembered
and left before it came

love was a job
and growing up
was just the way
to get there

all sterile
and lost
in the slow pulling
pain.

there aren’t any people left
to say “don’t be angry”
“don’t be sad”

that audience was a universe
inside of an eye
that sighed
stood up
and left.
525 · Aug 2010
Never Man
I am the Never Man
styling in the forgetful grace of thought
and live in a house of the things that I forgot
they always seem to bubble to the top
to point the way to take or pave
to bend the grass in a wind wave.

Come visit me
dressed up with black
and I loved you
till you came and confessed
you cried
how worried you were!
you put on such a great show
I believed every movement
till you were no longer there
I tried to get across to you
but ended up behind my eyes.

Lingering long in my thoughts
I died laughing
how funny it really wasn't
why trick a person with nothing?
file away at your complaints
till you see the real problem

darling you were dead
and no visit could revive
the person you had been

loving you was a trap
set by your own graceful hands
but I can't listen
for if I do anything at all I'm too amazed
519 · Apr 2011
Do as it Does
Sit still for a moment
or even for two consecutive moments
without moving
try to close the eyes
no view of the future.
There is no worry
there is no pending fate
just
stillness
and
sitting.
518 · Nov 2012
Spots of Ink
Apathy is contagious,
It slips through lips.

Effortlessly navigates winding channels
Discerning certain sweet spots.

Sapping any will as its own.
Lingering, it never deteriorates,
Every breath bringing in more.

I never cared much for catching water drops
So now I don't try.

Into each life some rain must fall
Too much,Too much has fallen already.
518 · Mar 2014
Distance
Long trips don't measure distance.
Deep breaths don't record depth.

Seen sudden shock and change.
Now witness slow wither and decay.

If I could just open my mouth.
If I could just say something.

A whole year passes.
No idea what happened.

A new year;
I am already forgetting.
515 · Apr 2011
Brick Wall Reflection
Each day will pass through me
Like the leaves on a tree

Everyday takes a fake step
in any direction nowhere
Still holding my breath in
A bus that never leaves.
479 · Feb 2012
Intent
Some pace this planet,
feeling so empty,
a heavy hollow.

An unknown creation
for things we do not know.
Unspoken by words
however absurd,
rambling continuous thoughts
resists a black hole's circular reason.

For things we do not know.

This world where our feet rest,
a faithful foundation exists.

How careless have we been acting?
it's the setting sun
everything is returning,
becoming one
then nights come
and everything has changed

when was the last memorable moment you had
think real hard
mine is under the stars
I'm here, I'm here in the same place
but it is night
everything has changed

We push, for that moment
keep pushing till it feels real
and it spreads your spirit
(the soul)
a thick realization of a moment
when could this ever be
it is night, everything near
you need
has disappeared
it's free.
467 · Jul 2010
The Last Night As A Son
Overwhelming sense of death.
Consumed my thoughts, my actions.
I grabbed onto anything
and held as The Fall began.

Sudden jolt and I am aware
Soft cries come from downstairs
it is too early, something is instantly
wrong.

The drive to my house is long
the last moments of being blissfully ignorant.

Pull up
the driveway is filled with
cars, I don’t understand.
The front door, rushed,
People everywhere
demeanor drops
My mind races with the Intangibles.

Led away, muffled cries
then panic,
Hysteria, disbelief, dreaming right?

Little brother sits softly on my mother’s bed
he doesn’t understand, I don’t understand
as she tells us about
a heart that failed
a heart that stopped
a heart that was too large, too generous
to handle.

Crying. Stop. Shower
Naked, yelling to a god
that no longer exists
coughing as steam rises
apologizing for nothing.

It was the last sentence
I spoke
It was the last time I couldn’t
bear to look.

Screaming episodes
an ambulance
blood in his mouth
the phone and anticipation
screaming from the top to emergency workers
“Hurry the **** up”

I sat crying on two small steps
trying to accept this desperate shell,
this blind man was my dad.

Two months later, a room full of people
where my friends saw me cry for the first time
trying to accept that some solemn heavy casket
was the same man.
465 · May 2011
infinite me
Beyond the brittle needles of foam
in the creeping shores
of infinite me
in the light, eyeless, the sunset dies
the last light twitching

Always be open to the secrets of living
sing better than them,
Old minds, fearless and hungry
it's Sunday, myself and yourself could fail
all the sky, one smile.
438 · Apr 2011
Broken Sentencing
if that
which Didn’ts, did
that is what did me in.
Never’s none bypassed me, with her
kind eyes
432 · May 2011
August Something 2010
I can't believe it's this month or this year.
I still can't believe that I'm even here.
I wonder if I've changed or if it matters
if I've stayed the same.

The lines that kept contrast are no longer
definite, I wonder if this shallow body could
have some depth to it.
I wonder if the curved-edged-hemisphere
will appear more clear, if I could only tip-toe
towards it.

Constantly falling down isn't failing, it's gravity.
395 · Nov 2012
Higher Power
When the world is ****
People are quick to place blame;
"You caused this!" They exclaim.

For centuries small weights accumulate:
Every time someone had to do something they didn't appreciate.
Every time someone lost something that can't be replaced.

My back accepts their momentary complaints.
Their discomfort soon passes or they find another distraction;
However it has yet to leave me.

If I decided things would be this way,
If a **** world is the product of all my decisions,
Then as a creator did I make a mistake?

In creating you, that is.

— The End —