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Jason Cirkovic May 2015
I had a moment of clarity
In my life
When I would wake up
From my night terrors
The train tracks outside my window
Wobbled louder than my sanity.
Yes you were there
Patrolling my dreams,
Sprinkling hatred
Over the innocence.
You were the fake ****
Who conducts lies
With your promises.
Your nails, nail the impression
That you practice
On voodoo dolls
Hanging in your soul.
Tearing each thread
Back to its spindle.
It cries.
Prying apart
Till frost vacates your heart
Into these dolls.

Look at you go!
Like Reptar,
You mustered the mightiest rawr
To scare everyone away.
Like reptar you are the toy,
Imagine that.

You see,
They use their imagination
To make you look like
What your faking to be.
Someone different.
You forced me
To lock you up in my dreams.
Murderous murders
Slaughtering anyone
Who mentions my name
So you can feed the meat
You store in the temple
Filled with thorns.

People say stick and stones
May break my bones
Yet your smile
Still shatters them to dust,
Stuck between your nails.
An inconvience.
That's what you would called it.

Hear ye hear ye
My apologies
For me not being clearly.
You must understand
My voice is a little drowned
By the lack of intelligence
You ponder about.
Especially when I glossed over the fact
That this is the poem
I've always want to throw down
Onto your trenches
On your forehead,
The gateway to the mind
Which conducted
The illist mistake
Thinking I'm not worth the time.
Jason Cirkovic Apr 2015
I was ******
As I slammed the door through the darkness
Unbound by the bounties of karma
Like the blind man,
I couldn't see what was in front of me all along
Fate played these tricks on me.
The only thing guiding me on this excursion
Are the chains bounded to you
Captain oh captain
The one who walks besides me
On this road of darkness
Holding a transparent torch
It sparks no imagination
Yet these chains feel a little lighter
I feel as if my shadow’s heart
Is picking up the slack
Left from these chains
I cannot continue longer
My feet trips on the blood
Scooched between my toes
Yet you
Captain
Marched
I look at the reflection on the floor for guidance
And I see stars raining out whispers of hope
No I cry
Captain oh captain
lead me away from the darkness
I won't back down
I will be a blind man.
Jason Cirkovic Apr 2015
Take my hand
So I can show you my past
I was a trader
I traded people's desires
With the idea of feeling liked
My ego was stroked
Every time I would collect my clothes
I set sail to what it would feel like to love
Not have to stumble at sunrise
Looking for my shoe

The devil put his ear to the door
And I drove in.
Through the fire and ice
Gracing my face with the thought of leaving it behind
Yes you should do the trick
The way you pick your words
that lick off of my weak ability to keep a relationship
I wish she could know
She separates me with the wall she writes on her laptop
I wish she could just tell
Yet this wall separates me from the red eyes I created
The devil is looking through the keyhole

It's raining memories outside
I hope it doesn't scare you
Watch out if you don't have a coat
You will get the cold
From my cold cold heart
The bags which caresses my irises
Watch the memories run down the window
I hope she liked those flowers
I hope she can forget
The kisses that stain her from the Sinclair

Im sorry but I cannot dance with you anymore
My date would get jealous
And I have been exiled to this ballroom
The devil grabs my shoulder
We begin to dance to the mistakes echoed on the mic
The crying
The whaling
That similar tune
Jason Cirkovic Mar 2015
The starry nights,
the cities miss out on these things.
The peace, the kindness , and you
Oh hell yes you
The red stop light pierces the darkness
It cuts deep from the Loneliness of the night lights insomniacs stare at
The stars that we gazed upon were starting to melt into your irises
The red sparks to green.
Green reminds us that we need to get up and go
To shut up and drive away
Away from the harsh reality like
Just like a birds
We will fly in your truck
But occasionally we will stop at stare at the irises that makes gods jealous
God called he asked for the galaxy back
I told him you can't take her eyes
Because they show me how life works
Like the instructions in a Lego set.
I wanna build temples made with blankets
And pillows
Things that we did when we 8 and didn't discriminate.
Let's stop this car
So I can write a novel on how god fit the. Universe in your eyes.
Jason Cirkovic Mar 2015
Rawr
Like Reptar,
You started young and innocent
Blissful of the world’s sins
Spiraling in the alleyways

But oh no, not anymore

I see that her claws grew in
She has been practicing
With my heart
Dicing up the lies
And scattering them
In the darkest corners
Of my soul

“ Love, why do you smell like Shawn”

I can smell it under those claws
That slither up his spine
Gaining pleasure
From each dark spot
He leaves on your neck.

I see that her claws grew in
So she can scoop my past
And dump it on table
Look at what you did 6 months ago
Yet I never mention
Those dark spots

Until now

See everyone!
Her selfish claws grew in!
My now ex Girlfriend
Cheated on me
And found it
Justified

Rawr
That is the sound
Of kicking people
Out of my life
I hide in this cave
Terrified of my past
The past that stained my tears
All that is left is
Big
Dark
Spots
Jason Cirkovic Feb 2015
These burning letters
Go to my dying mother
To help her
Sing the last note
In the clash of concertos
Called her downfall

Dear mother, oh mother
Do not cry
You will be going
To a place
Where no one
Can wipe your tears
They were too busy
Paving the road ahead of you
It is the same way it has been for me

Dear mother oh mother
Let me build
The house from stones
Left behind
By us skipping rocks
By the streams
The place where you raised us
So we couldn't sink

With the stones
Glued to your heart,
Somedays on a casty day,
I'll reel myself
To this war zone
And the hear the wailing
That comes from the waves
Receding from the cove

Dear mother, oh mother
Pray for me
In my darkest hours
Leave me
In this dusty attic
It creaks the leaks
Left by the creek

Dear mother, oh mother
Please don't see my future
All you will see
Are shards of regrets
Draped by the fabric
Of the silenced

If you saw who I would be
It would break your heart
That rest by these burning letters.
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