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Dallas jozwick Sep 2014
We might make it out alive
If we run fast enough out of our heads
It might not hurt so much
If we only bleed from the eyes to
Skip the chest.
It holds the dead air we could never grasp
Suffocating was the second best
To shattering our perceptions of the truth
That we both know.
We both know.
We will never make it out alive.

Dont say much, we could confuse it all
Optimism never wore well on you
Escapism was always a better outfit
So escape me, escape me fast
Make it brunt and beautiful
Bring the fragile shame
It goes along better when I whimper your name
Dallas jozwick Aug 2014
Alone I never felt with you in my life
Though you left for so long
Your imprint was cut with a knife
And I questioned what that meant
That I thought of you when ever it turned dawn
Whenever I ached

Now you are back and my mind is a mess
Because with your presence means I am in your eye
No matter the context
I am content
Even when your intentions are never clear
And I can never catch the hint
Of what you meant
When you said I miss you being here
I hope this isn't a game
Maybe I'm getting ahead
With the fresh picture of your frame
Keeping my heart from being dead
Maybe that's how I survived for so long
A wait that's finally ending,
You emerge
Shedding what was covered
Though I am always the one left bare
And you unaware
Of the masked unsettling pit
Diverged from only a thank you and
A miss you
this poem is lame. i am lame
Dallas jozwick May 2014
Give yourself to me so
We can get lost in the moment of we
And define what it really means
To be delusional in this so called chase of devotion
Because really
Aren't we are just agreeing
To stop each other from the oblivion
That hides in the back of our mind left alone
Aren't we are just agreeing to wake up the other in sleep
Isn’t that really what we seek?
How naive we can be
To think we can escape the inevitable through our infatuation
We are already doomed,
Don’t you see?
This will never become a happy story
Because it is us
And as we seek to feed our veins
Of self destruction
Through the heart of each other
We already started the domino of our death
Suicide was always too selfish,
But ****** was a gift we conceived
As we tear the insides out
Of emotional rampage
From the depths of our fear,
The suppressed repercussions have been silence
To let the dark desires we’ve grown to ignore
Play with with each other,
Everything taught to not want
We combine in the joint efforts
And lose our grips on our composure

I will let you hurt me,
Yet I still will let you into me
To find the tangled knots
Of everything wrong
And my discomfort in this skin and in this life,
Because the real metaphor here is when you say goodbye,
You will give me a reason behind this emptiness
That has swallowed me whole,
I wont feel guilty about never being satisfied
Since my need to escape
Will finally have a reason
Because when your presence has left
The tug of my body will pull me towards always looking for you
A search never ending
And a pain never subsiding
You now have opened my insides and let them into your mind
They are longer just mine
Intwined we are,
You could ****** me in the chest
And I will thank you for the stab wounds
Because beautiful art never comes untouched and
My heart was always the blank canvas waiting for your brush
To be edited, subjected to be changed
Dallas jozwick Mar 2014
Looking around
I see a blur of stares
Yet, I look upon a blank face
Overwhelmed with what to say
I retreat into the safety net of unopened lips
No judgement can be placed
If I not exist
Hmmmm

What to say, what to say
I hum to myself
As I search for topics
Within reason
That would ease you into my mind
And feed you my speak
Only I have too many
And do not hold enough normalcy
Not enough built up walls
For what is socially acceptable
And what is to far
You see,
When I think of you
And what to say
I want to ask you why your hand is shaking
If your in love right now
Or in mourn
I want to ask you,
What you did last night
If any regrets come to mind
Then I want to ask you,
Whats your preference
And am I in your eye
Even though we just met,
I want to see your core
Possibly naked
But mostly bare
I want to tear you through the surface
And cut down those trees
Guarding your eyes
And dare I say, 
I wish to be close to you
Not forever
Just for today
In this moment
I want a connection
That will vibrate through walls
And imprint my memory
I wish you never to be forgotten
In the abyss of a million conversations
I will yell for you to stand out
And let my true thoughts seep into your vision
For you to know the real me
And me to vitalize you in my dreams
Lets take a walk through a real opening
Give silence a day off
Even your mask deserves one too
Dallas jozwick Feb 2014
Is it a projection of my imagination
In which I create this entire nation
You, a figure easily changeable
Morphing into the molds that follow my head
Maps that lead nowhere besides the edge

Are you here to save me from caving in
Or convince me there is no end
See, constant battles of unexplained forces thrown upon me
Being played by the universe
Begging to be a creator
Instead, deducted to a strain
I am here forgotten
By the gods who yell in the sky
I am a whisper,
Reaching out I plead
Stop this madness of doubting
I am surrounded by fiction yet again
Being reduced to non less than friction
As constraint movements to remind me of life
Only flashbacks poison my sanity
Were they illusions?
Or the reality hiding about in our ignorance
Taught by whom, taught by truth or fear
For I am scared,
Seeking to know
I continue this path solely alone
Longing to mean
But what I havent seen
Is while truth subsides
I was already lifted my from the lies
Dallas jozwick Feb 2014
A light cannot express
My crooked brain
You see
Just because I am lost in the frequency
Doesn't mean I am not here
I am not insane
Just neurologically  damaged ....
Maybe that's a myth
Or a hope
Because people taken the time
To tell me why
In the reasons behind what I am
Here for so
Doing fear
Or doing sad,
I am confused
If it's an act
Or if it's science
You all seem to have your opinions
So please tell me,
Why it is
I am deficit
Repeating reappearing
Patterns
And words
Bite my lip
Only I rock back and forth
To the bended mind  
I possess
Because
I don't understand
Why can't I take that drug
Why can't I participate in the youth
I am seeing
In the beauty being experienced

Oh yeah because I am
Already that high on
Nothing
But remember
You intoxicated mind
You're already drunk
Off those 12 beers
And 5 shots
Since we are taught
Alcohol is okay
While drugs are distorted
And will end
In your demise  
And crazy people
Are just that
With no regard
For the human life
Raging a war
In their heart
You all seem to forget so well
Maybe my convulsions
Will accurately suppress
The superposition behind
These ticks
And the light, oh the light
Will finally end
In my rumors
Dallas jozwick Feb 2014
Sometimes
My questions are often answered
By the tiny voice in my head,
You know the passive one
That moves out of the way
For my obnoxious impulsive tendencies
That slit my wrist
With actions that have
Entirely no justification

I try to channel
The quiet soft whispers
But then stomeimes,
I smash it with a hammer
Demanding harder yelps

My insides are so messy
They need a vacuum cleaner
To **** it dry
Of all the intensity

Someimtes
I ask the question
Who will love these voices
As much as i do
Or even a fraction will settle
But I am always left
Smiling with the tears
Of an almost encounter
With your better half
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