Kyle Fisher

Kyle Fisher Sep 2015

If I were where I wanted to be,
no one would go without.
The truth about this theory is,
there are blocks and I have doubt.

Like packaged deals I'll keep away,
and summoned tribulation.
It takes alot to muddle through,
and understand creation.

Emancipated life and love,
together bring destruction.
Although I need to rise above,
and settle on construction.

To get to where I need to be,
there can't be hesitation,
What's inside struggles to veil.
My core's incarceration.

©Kyle Fisher

#poem #strength #rhymes #rhyme #lock #poems #accept #open

Kyle Fisher Sep 2015

The Key

Thoughts about loving,
They cross my mind often.
Oblivion shoving,
Encased in presumption.

The fullest of hearts,
In masked appearance.
Of the same parts,
They battle for clearance.

Down to the key,
One shutters in pain.
This one I see,
Is lost in the game.

The other takes point,
Revealing it's eyes.
A crease in the joint,
Between honest and lies.

©Kyle Fisher

#poem #sad #rhymes #rhyme #poems #serious #deppressing

Kyle Fisher Sep 2015

Morning Adventure

Black and gray *** leaf tube socks
are stretched up to his kneecaps.
They cover the rugged
saw-like shin bones that nustle themselves underneath a layer of soft, pale skin.

Beige khaki shorts, tethered and worn.
A rip in the left pocket, a hole in the back;
Cigarrettes and a *****, empty, leather wallet reside in the other two.

A hint of a minty, floral perfume, emanating from the cotton fibers of his tattered, black, t-shirt, remind him of the long, arduous night that had past.

Clouded and confused, liqour infested, and hardly satisfied. He stumbles through the morning dew covered grass, etching a new path home.

He feels no regret, no remorse. Only an uninhabited, nugatory self.

©Kyle Fisher

#poem #lonely #lust #story #*** #problem

Sep 2015

Joshua Haines

American Moans

My brain is a factory,
producing every toxic part of me.
******* until my hand gets lazy,
fantasizing about Lexi Belle
and being Martin Scorsese.

My blood is a vacuum,
alone in a crowded room;
my white blood cells like to
travel to my *****,
so I can someday infect
designer uterine walls.

Locked and loaded,
my heart exploded.
The tissue and issues
attracted crocodiles
that swam from the mall,
for miles and miles.

Store-bought baby, my body isn't ready,
to be stripped down to the bone,
and sold to teenage radios,
that'll broadcast my American moans.

Caucasian nightmare:
my skin is not fair.
Peel enough off with chemicals,
until I decide there's no more,
and hide the layers in bathroom stalls,
located in the bleach of Baltimore.

Kyle Fisher Sep 2015

Walking

Masterfully present in mind and spirit.
The days roll forward on a tactically drawn out chasm of
misguided thoughts, and uncharted feelings.

Misplaced emotions drive a long
continuous bludgeoning of my inner sanctioned light.
Its as if ones own being is held hostage by its clever attempt
to be whole again.

Too many edges to uncover,
a minefield of chopped sections of life,
waiting to be stepped upon; all driven towards one
harmonious ending, the need for love.
An outside influence to catch an unstoppable force
from self destruction.

I tread carefully, each step forward signaling
a bitter remediation of myself, crafted so that only
a significant soul can unearth that which one has
held blanketed for ages... eons.

Another wanderer is needed for the part with this man.
Walk wisely,
you may be his end.

©Kyle Fisher

Kyle Fisher Sep 2015

Here To Stay

Incarnations,
They batter my window.
With the severity of countless dreams,
They push me to let go.

Intimidated,
and walking thin,
on constant drawn memories.
Ive learned to let them rest aside,
My internal calamities.

©Kyle Fisher

#sad #dreams #dark #inside #lettinggo #holding

Kyle Fisher Sep 2015

The Match

A stand off between concise,
introverted ends of the same masterpiece.

An alluring strategy that helps define
an existence based on love,
where both intervene in one another's
paths in life..
While still managing to slay imaginary creatures
in the full heat of conducted card games.

Between overly exhausted, endless "dad jokes," precious animal "poetry," and silently lounging in a confined abstract fortress of wood and steel, the time created in this atmosphere, is one that all time should be measured by.

With one in the others presence, yin is completed with its yang,
and a sense of divinity is forced into assembly.

One in the "same, same"

I am proud.

©Kyle Fisher

#love #overwhelmed #serenity #matching