Patience

Patience May 2016

I gaze on the                                I shut my eyes                            The Air cools me;
half yellow half                             Hands shield                              a contrast to the
black                                           my Ears weakly;                        warmth which
panels stacked                             I still hear the                             travels playfully
but separated                              Useless fights                             across my face
standing in the                             erupting due to                           before leaving
face of my                                   rampant emotion                        a smoke trail
bedroom window.                       on friday nights.                   out my window

Patience May 2016

Faustian Bargain

I met Him at the crossroads,
Where he asked my soul away;
Naivety took hold of me
And strangled me to say,
"All to do,
Is sign this through
and through, and then
My wishes will come true?"

The smile that embraced
The warm flesh across his face
Digs deeper in my mind
As I replay this (all the time):
Where did I waver,
Trip and cave into desire
deeper than my own
morality?

Maybe I'll never know,
Might as well give it a go,
And enjoy this whole no-soul
****;
It looks as if
I'll be dealing with it
for quite a while anyways.

Patience Apr 2016

desire

how i love your melody
i hear its tone quite often—
resonating deep in me
i crave your burning passion.

Patience Apr 2016

Intoxication

I can feel it in my feet
a little tingle, a little tweak
as if I'm floating
above the sea—
And no ones eyes
are watching me.

My heart pounds with alteration,
I think I live to change the face I
wear around, fit to occasion—
I crave to preserve who I truly am.

Fueling my spirits sinfully,
I revel in poisoning
my frail body with much glee,
despite damage done to me.

Patience Mar 2016

endless

my bones tremble
my ribs cave
into my lungs
releasing pain
beneath each breath
I dare to take.

Patience Feb 2016

abstract

~
I think I'm in love
with floating above
ordinary boundaries

Patience Feb 2016

Therapy Rocks

"what's worse?"
I ask
a little pebble,

"Indulging in sin
or decaying within?"

of course,
he doesn't reply,
he never has or will—

but at least he hears
my faint cry
and listens, real still.