Nolan Bucsis

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

#17

We're all so absent.
Crying in tandem to our dying dreams.
Please.
Come back.
From so far out there you float in miasma.
Give us back our hope.
The things that get us through our days.
Our cherished.
Memories.

But the empty don't dream.

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

An idiots illiteration

My life has been wasted.
On wasting time.
Waiting for a wonder.
To weave into my life.

A
Better.

Story to sell.
A soliloquy or something.
More succinct.
Some kinda so called solution.

To.
My.

Feeble mind frantically.
Finding faults.
With my forlorn failure.
My fragile forgetfulness.

It's
Just.

My memory keeps me moving.
Measuring the minutes.
Making me melancholy.
And meaning left.

Nowhere to be
Found

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

Truth

I'm alone.
Always alone.
And the loneliness is just amnesia.
Forgetting how people are.
And how.
I want them to be.

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

She never wrote me love letters

She doesn't talk to me anymore.
No bated breath.
No smiles.
No glance.
No long conversations til dusk.

Just her absence.
I don't think she was ever there to begin with.
All I was was an afterthought.
Meandering distraction.

Cast off husks don't break any hearts.
They rot.
Alone.

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

Non sequitur

She loved me then.
When I was a potential.
A small seed in the mind's eye.
A possibility.

Yet I let her down.
I turned the greener grass a deeper shade of brown and wilted on a tree.

I'm now regret.
Frustration.
And nagging melancholy.
Twitching in the nightmare.

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

More meaningless menageries

Maybe it was something I said.
Or maybe something I did.
I can't quite remember and memories are for the dead,

Was it a thought?
One of those false memories really dreams.
And crying.
Again.

Was it guilt by association with these low life friends from foreign places and afraid of the light.
My destroyer.

Whatever it was.
It made you leave and you've gone.
Not I
Ossified in want to be.

Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019

Untitled

I'm failing at life.
And I want the words to stop.
These useless words.
These imprecise and poorly phrased attempts at connection
These paltry words.
These short stout blocky words.
The words like drivel pouring out my face.