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There is a stillness here
though I would not say it's calm
there are only quiet things
and the beating of my heart
tiny little changes
and the turning of the clock
monochrome dreaming
and the repeating of routine
there is a stillness here
though it's not the kind I dreamt
Silence spoke the loudest today
Rendering another 1000 miles between our destined destination

Loosely leaping for compliments
Falling into black holes who are still angry they exist

Empty rattled anything in nothing
Leaving shattered constellations in unknown galaxies

Gravity will not bring this closer
Swimming in a sea of going no where fast

Finding lost satellites
Projecting incorrect displays of what it means to be forgotten
Realign my spine with beauty
truly break apart my walls
fall in love with my unruly
stance about the world all
drink in these, my lonely patterns
and scatter light as if by will
so things we made might carry after
lest you forget, to love me still
The ink from heaven gates falls not as hard
As when I smell
My own fear
And my mind pours forth in fluid
Anxious to hide the bitter truth
With the iron tang of crimson.
It scabs
I cannot breathe,
Suffocated - the truth of my mind
My nose bleeds raw and
I face another day.
I get nose bleeds a lot :(
With every shift through consciousness I am awaken once more.
Wave after wave it flows through all that is and all that will ever be.
When I look at you I see eternity.
With all the passing faces we've had there is no union greater.
We have always been One.

Wicked the ego to tear us apart,
Warriors of light we are.
Withstand whatever comes our way.

Wrapped in your arms.
Wishing this was true.
Waiting for time to pass so I can be with you.
I've always had itchy feet
Never can sit still
Or let the soles of my shoes fuse to the ground

I keep my home around my neck
Wear it in a golden heart shaped locket
I misplaced my compass but never lost myself

I crave the ground passing beneath my feet
Beneath wheels and airplane shadows
I measure my age in miles acquired

I've seen the Milky Way from every angle
And swam in every sea
I keep going, going, going
And I never stop to wonder what I'm running from
Wrote this on a train!
heroes of the past become villains of the present

tunnel perspective of heroism
demolished by older awakened eyes

even heroes have fragmented thought
a universal truth never to be made conscious to some
don't stop to think to make it a reality

adult realizations are a *****
i gave you all i ever was,
but it was i who couldn't see
relationships are meant for those
who bloom petals of love.
how could i be so foolish
to mistake these lacerations
on my feeble fingers;
a constant reminder of the fights
that saw both the moon and sun-
as dazzling leaves bleeding visions
of euphoria?

it was i who mistook his grin
for the sunshine my soul lacked.
where my ignorance sang of love
his serrated tongue whispered of clouds
and rainy days;
my garden of thoughts
wilting with every word
that took my spirit away.

*How could I be so foolish?
she is the neon glow but i am the rusty sign
she is the moonlight but i am the the dusty ground
everybody says they need to add a light angelic
the kind that only can be found in the hearts of
pretty girls like her on nights like this
a light that leaves you in such peace with all you have done
and become
a light that leaves you beautifully complete
with mind romancing reasons to capitulate
its not so bad after all this carpetbagger life
with your tidal water jewels and ransom notes
with your fragrant notions
and whispered dreams
its that angelic light that leaves hope when all other lights have gone
its that angelic light from the young girls heart that gives
breath to old man dreams
and a younger man's schemes
let me dance a little longer in her angelic light
let me taste these last few passing moments sweetly
it is that angelic light that gave me reason to go on
its that promise that still keeps the daylight alive
so let me sell you some tidal jewels
and strands of golden thread
let me invite you to sit in the angelic light while we sip the wine
and pass the summer's time
old man dreams
and young man's schemes
they seem so kind
in the angelic light
let me be your laugh when you thought you could only scream
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