Nathan Machesky

Nathan Machesky Sep 2014

Burn or get burned; doesn't seem to matter
To feel.. all was lost in translation
translated into the formation of who I am now
I feel alive; waking up, breathing, my heart is still beating
but that's just about all there is to me
Emotions.. I don't understand or grasp what these are anymore
Free will.. almost laughable at this point
I've just been acting on impulses of what I conceive to be right and wrong
It's what I'll continue to do, I suppose
Acting on ethics and not morality
This life is not one that I've chose

Nathan Machesky May 2013

Sweetest Disposition

Oh, sweet disposition
We seem to have opposing opinions
On most of your past decisions
Back when we played different positions
In all of our parallel missions
We're trapped within mental prisons
Stuck keeping each other closer than a distance

Oh, sweetest disposition
You have the most striking persistence
Wouldn't count on you a single provision
No need for alcohol, drunk off you in any instance
And your silhouette blurs my vision
When you go missin'
You know who I'm missin'
My bittersweet disposition

Nathan Machesky Apr 2013

The Mornings After...

I always wake up in some ash & sweat, laying wondering what happened after last night began. What a joke...
There was smoke, 14 people at most,
And plenty of liquid to make you choke.
I always forget what did and what could have been, Who was there, and who had their livers spent with consciousness bent.
But these words in my head..
The ones that I've never said..
Will carry me away once I hit my bed.

Nathan Machesky Apr 2013

The sea breeze

I'll drift slow and steady
When I hit shore I'll be ready
Letting waves shift the heavy
From my shoulders
With will power
To move boulders.
I just hope I don't grow any colder.

Nathan Machesky Apr 2013

Content Mannequin

When the puppeteer severes the strings
you're left to see that nothing was as it seemed
The master then stars in a new show
while you're left aside to be content in sorrow

Candid knots are what the strings became
tightened around the heart for strain
arrest of the cardiacs are to blame
for the brain not to make sense of these games.

Nathan Machesky Feb 2013

Surgery Room Art Gallery

Disassembled me into your view
of some abstract art
The gallery would have went smoothly
if every actor played their part
you, yourself have tugged longly
at a fresh, rhythmic heart
even though you secured it onto my sleeve
you never did put me back like I was in the start
once I came apart

Nathan Machesky Feb 2013

Light A Match

Positive vibes spread like wildfires
Return to the world something to admire

Forget sorrows to smile at a stranger
A smile can make a stranger stay until later

They may walk on by
They may smile back
It might **** a cry
It might stop an attack

The process will repeat
...and repeat
From all of upleft elite
To the downright deadbeat