Broken back bent we toil on our hearts,
pen silently swooping on the purest of sheets,
cigarette smoke blooms out in the dark,
as burnt fingertips drum up retreat,
the words flow in strings,
and get lost in the wind,
nicotine, dopamine drifting in streams,
i’m on an endless highway through the peaks of my brain,
the waves are breaking all over my dreams,
as my synapses rush; flushed down the drain,
a million overflowing ashtrays,
a crackling bowl of brainwaves,
staccato clicks of pen tops,
holding tight as the flow stops

There’s no time for heroes I scream out in the dark,

As narcotic times past are pushed through the dust,

Leaving no warmth in lieu or last shedding light,

We run scared of ourselves and eachother alike,

With nothing but the pity of stars and scars of delight,

Not fearing death but instead lying in wait,

As the sandpapers of time take all but our skin,

Spilling ourselves in grey silent rooms,

Grief over banality is a saccharine mess,

Not knowing best which sins to confess,

But when I’ve breathed out all my toxins my bones can rest,

Sacred satisfied,

Still

as a writer i strive,

for new phrases and terms,

for cold hard linguistics,

and the pattern of words,

sometimes forgetting,

the truest I’ve heard,

the sweetness of laughter,

that squirms through your cells,

and the beat of your heart,

through your chest’s thin veils

This desk is my island,
This pen; my sailboat,
My mind is the captain,
Exploring the world,

But,
I can never get far enough,
To know myself,
There’s too many miles,

Words can’t cover them all,

I barely know who I am,
Or even what I want,
Or if what I do; will mean a thing.

Though at times,
I am alone,
Others; I am not

I am my own worst enemy,

And my own best friend,

I could sail forever on this pen,
To a sea; misshapen and insecure,
To try and be sure,
Of an answer which may not,
Even be there.

But of this; I swear,

Whatever ship carries me,
To wherever you may be,
Whatever treasures,
I have to bare,
However adorned,
With all my scars and tears:

It’s all for you,
I reveal my insides,
I sift through the oceans,
And clear the skies,
I sail for you; my dear,
Until my last pen dies.