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Jan 2012 · 484
Walking
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
The traffic was virtually nonexistent
My senses were surprisingly resistant
To the ever flowing torrent of rain
Walking helps keep me sane
Out here time moves as slow as molasses
As the rain drips off of my the rims of my glasses
The water tastes salty on my tongue
I can't wait to stop being so young
My shoes hit the concrete
My stride has a certain beat
I roam the perpetual street
My thoughts always repeat
I've got to keep moving
Must keep improving
If I stop
My head will pop
My thoughts are an endless barrage
Breaking through the mirage
Till I get at the very essence
And unravel the very fabric of my reality
Jan 2012 · 1.2k
Inspiration
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
Scraps of poetry in my pocket
My mind taking off like a rocket
Inspiration strikes like lightening
Thinking so fast, it’s frightening
My pencil cannot move fast enough
Maintaining the flow is tough
When the words flow
I know
My hair stands on end
I comprehend
I realize
I initialize
I put into action
My every reaction
I filter raw emotion
Put it into motion
Swirling on the page
Hopes dreams anger and rage
All flowing from the pencil tip
I try and get a grip
But the river runs dry
But more rain will fall from the sky
Eventually, I shall become Poseidon
Jan 2012 · 2.0k
Thought Pollution
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
The strumming of lonely guitars
Transmitting the frequency of stars
Emotion coming off in waves
Flowing from the nexus of graves
Music blasting
Hope everlasting
Clouds marching across the sky
I watch them as they drift by
Sweet chords
Bitter words
Such feeling
Defenses peeling
My voice pierces the air
If people hear, I don't care
I close my eyes to the world
In my head the music is unfurled
All flowing in my head
It transmutes my thoughts from lead
And into gold
Its clear, and its bold
Its the obvious solution
It was just clouded by thought pollution
I leave, i know it in my heart
I've memorized my part
No clue what you're going to say
But at the end of the day
That's what makes it entertaining
I meet you, there is no explaining
The words fly out of my mouth
My eyes venture south
Toward your feet
Dead silence, about to admit defeat
She says yes
No more stress
Pure elation
Feelings that have no translation
I look you in the eyes and smile
Then, i hold you for a good long while
Jan 2012 · 675
Sitcom reset
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
Alcohol pulsing in her veins
Dancing in sweet August rains
Hair flowing down her back
Wild as a cub about to attack
I take a swig from the bottle, all bitter and sweet
It makes me feel a little more complete
Drenched clothes sticking to our skin
I couldn't help but grin
She's got that look in her eyes
Like a hundred thousand fireflies
She pounces,teeth jokingly bared
She lands on me, I'm totally unprepared
I stare into twin green lights
part of me dies, part of me sighs, part of me delights
Her lips find mine in the dark
And I swear there was a spark
An emotional/electrical discharge
Her eyes enlarge
Like biolumincent spheres
The water and ***** wash away our fears
She giggles like a babbling stream
Its a hazy dream
Fingertips in the notches in her spine
Her mouth moves with mine
Alone with ourselves, the ***** and the rain
Our bodies sing the same old refrain
In the morning we experience a sitcom reset
We both pretend to forget
Jan 2012 · 1.6k
The Keyboard.
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
Stare at the keys till the symbols blur
Till something wonderful can occur
The keys delight with every stroke
Something only typing can evoke
The clitter-clatter of the keys
Like a thousand buzzing bees
Pure flowing unadulterated phrases
Escaping my mind twisted mazes
I become unaware, detached
My mind has become unlatched
Oh it's so harmonic
So gloriously electronic
Man and machine
So flowing and clean
Dec 2011 · 725
Untitled
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
Perfectly Petrifying
Currently electrifying
Heightened senses
False pretenses
Muscles strained
Hopes constrained
Fears fully elaborated
All greatly exaggerated
Time slowly ticking by
Just want to die
Death's cold embrace
Pale drained face
Cold sweat streaming down my face
I've done things i can't erase
Breath heavy with regret
Things i can't forget
Dec 2011 · 433
Memories
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
The colors flared
Everything became brighter
The sunlight glared
It all became tighter
Words flowed out like wine
Time slowed to a halt
You're eyes shined that familiar shine
I took a snapshot and stored it in the vault
A perfection encased in the eternity of my mind
Then its all starts moving once more
The gears of time will always unwind
But memories build our core
Dec 2011 · 560
A Kiss
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
Sunlight dripping through your hair
And I just can't help but stare
There's something I can't admit
That you're something I just can't quit
Your eyes sparkle like dust in the moonlight
Your gaze makes everything seems alright
Your eyes blaze like a wild fire
Fueled by pure untainted desire
The doors are ripped off the hinges
We no longer cringe
All the emotion pours outward
Glowing,magical,bright,forward
Our lips flowed slowly dripping
Slow soft but gripping
A strange sensation
A half kiss, dripping with temptation
We make eye contact
Our bodies react
The gears shift
Our thoughts drift
Far away evaporating
And its invigorating
We kiss and kiss
Eternal bliss
Dead languages on our tongues
We speak in the way of the young ones
Dec 2011 · 1.1k
Entropy
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
Believe in dead miracles
Uncover the magical
There's something strangely hypnotic
Something deeply exotic
Stemming from the chaotic order
Bursting from every border
Synchronized to the degree of insanity
A seed planted in all of humanity
A spark of entropy
An orchestrated symphony
Magic all flowing from a point uncertain
All hidden behind an iron curtain
We must dig within and dig deep
To the find the harvest we must reap
Their roots deep in the annals of our being
Trying to see whats worth seeing
Their roots spreading wild
All the wisdom of the old, the innocence of a child
Our plants all connected in a glorious field
To see what wonders we can yield
Dec 2011 · 471
Snap Shot
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
The colors flared
Everything became brighter
The sunlight glared
It all became tighter
Words flowed out like wine
Time slowed to a halt
Your eyes shined that familiar shine
I took a snapshot and stored it in my vault
Your voice rises and falls
It stops being words
It breaks down those walls
And becomes lovely chords
Turning into pure sound
It paints a smile on my face
We laugh like no one is around
And i never want to leave this place
In this moment, this everlasting minute
All of life's beauties refined
To the limit
My reality defined
Dec 2011 · 554
The Loud
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
The crowd follows the loud
The quiet silently riot
Deep in the chamber of dreams
The subconscious screams
Our freedoms oppressed
Our thoughts compressed
Staring down the barrel of a gun
There is no where to run
When your mind's a prison
They target you with deadly precision
Dec 2011 · 623
You're mine
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
My fingers laced in the notches in your spine
Our fates intertwine
Our eyes align
Words flowing sweeter wine
And jesus you're all mine
We balance on a thin line
In the cold your eyes are bluer
our words a little truer
Misunderstandings a little fewer
We look odd to the average viewer
To think that you are an actuality
not a figment of my augmented reality
Dec 2011 · 613
Last Night.
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
I grab hold of the morning
And my head is still churning
Internalizing all last nights decisions
Dividing facts from visions
The lights flicker
I remember all the liquor
My stomach begins to turn
I feel my eyes burn
I see last nights dinner
And I'm feeling a bit thinner
I stumble into the kitchen
I hear my consciousness *******
Everything seems so hazy
Hoping i didn't do anything crazy
Found my phone in the sink
It rang 32 times and i didn't even miss a wink
I check my voice mail
Its from Jared, something about the holy grail
I ignore it and chug some orange juice
I start feeling less loose
Living life at the bottom of the bottle
Telling myself I'm living "full throttle"
Trying not to see the dead drop ahead
I go back to bed
Sleep away last night
And await the next delight.
Dec 2011 · 1.3k
Oneness
Patrick McCombs Dec 2011
The labyrinth of memories  calls from the earth
There has been no death and no birth
Lives just flowing on in a loop
Doing laps in the primordial soup
Reach for self-exploration
Look beyond your self and find the foundation
Discover the workings of the universe
So marvelous and diverse
Everything is connected
All things effected
Love holds everything together
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
Cosmos
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
The petals all ripple and cascade
Shining and glowing as they fade
They descend slowly into the atmosphere
Landing on alien ground without fear
The moonbeams dance on the night air
The stars float on without a care
The whole cosmos swirls on without end
Working in patterns we can't comprehend
We treat it like some sort of machine
Trying to figure out what it all means
Gazing at the blackness of space
Instead of the flowers in front of your face
Nov 2011 · 1.2k
Ecstasy
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
The ghosts in my head are threatening to take shape
Thoughts covered in so much caution tape
I mutter softly out loud
Muttering things that set me apart from the crowd
Wondering whywhywhy
As I stare into the deep blue sky
All the clouds somehow all look like her
The lines between thought and reality start to blur
It all swirls round in my head
A raging storm of confusion and dread
Jolts of emotion course through my heart
And its tearing me apart
Being pulled in all directions
All memories bring me to the same blocked intersection
Wondering how the hell we got here
Driven by love passion and fear
Then she left and walked away
She always used to stay
But I'm getting the hint that She's not coming back
And I'm in this state of permanent heart attack
Its been like Three weeks and seven days
And i still can't forget her gaze
Sweet poison tinged ecstasy
As i try to live this relive this deranged fantasy
Nov 2011 · 1.2k
Pop Music.
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Synthesized voices galore
Every woman dressed like a *****  
Automated drum machines
Played for the masses of teens
Lyrics that have no weight
Stereotypes played straight
All claim to have originality
But there is a sort of brutality
Because its all for the cash
Its no substance all flash
Corporate manufactured ****
And were eating it up bit by bit
Nov 2011 · 1.8k
Jumping.
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Dissecting your words
Analyzing your every glance
You strike so many chords
I don't want to take that chance
To take that leap of fate
But you're already falling
And I'm afraid of heights
But I can hear you calling
It stirs a mixture of fear and delight
My head says no but my heart says yes
You're falling rather fast
I don't have time to second guess
No thoughts about the future or the past
I just simply jump
And meet you in the atmosphere
Nov 2011 · 622
A.V. Club
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Basement dwellers
Midnight cellars
Clinging to our ideals
Replaying the old film reels
Memorizing quotes
Writing down notes
Absorbing every action
Every layer of attraction
So that we can emulate
What we can't stimulate
Our actions are rehearsed
Our speech is well versed
We've made this a science  
And we have developed a reliance
On all these false identities
These self fueled entities
Projections of perfection
A layer of protection
We forget ourselves
Put them up on the shelves
We put on new skins
So we all look like twins
Internally different but all the same
Nov 2011 · 623
Stormy Weather.
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Daddy left home when i was five
Didn't know how i was going to survive
All he left was a post-it note
Telling us how he jumped the boat
Right of the deep end
We had nothing to defend
So we left. We headed west
Mom and i tried to make the best
Scrimping and saving every cent
Working where ever we went
And we made it.
We survived every blow and every hit
We rode out the storm
And now we are safe and warm
In a house of our own
Nov 2011 · 1.2k
The Red King
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
The Red King sits upon a throne of skulls
Above the crashing waves and crying seagulls
With his flowing green beard of seaweed
And booming voice that all things heed
He carries a mighty trident
The sea is both calm and violent
His salty eyes gaze upon all
Ruler of the drowned hall
The Red King sits eternal
Nov 2011 · 449
Flying
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
The impossible is incredible
Eating the utterly inedible
its a flight
Its utter delight
To see your confusion
Unable to reach a conclusion
Its beyond your understanding
And I don't plan on landing
Waiting for the fever to break
Seeing whats at stake.
The fire is burning
And no one is learning
So I glide up here in the atmosphere
Seeing all that is far and near
I fly up here until i can land
And people can understand
Nov 2011 · 1.3k
Infinity
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
You hold a little slice of infinity in your hands
Kept together with duct tape and rubber bands
The air felt heavy and oppressive
Yet you still managed to be expressive
You manipulate strands of time and space
Building a bridge to every imaginable place
You see the colors in between
You've seen things that I've never even seen
You put words to every shade of emotion
We are all just rain drops in your ocean
You're a wild flower growing in the pavement
Ever word you say is two that you meant
All with your little slice of infinity
Made you seem like divinity
Nov 2011 · 2.5k
Candles
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
You ask me about matters of the heart
Yet i don't know where to start
My heart strings are all wild
Strangling me like a loving child
Love is air and I'm starting to turn blue
So i don't know what to tell you
Perspectives change and twist
And the field is covered in mist
We all stumble about half blind
To see what exactly we can find
Find, love, experience and hold on
Hold on till the love is gone
Some candles burn quicker
Flare out like good liquor
The rare candles burn forever
People spend their entire live on this endeavor
Stumbling around the mists for that one pure light
Nov 2011 · 941
Prophecy
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
The words are deep and cryptic
All driving at something apocalyptic
Incense all thick and foggy in the room
We struggle to grasp our impending doom
The old lady watches us from the corner
Like a funeral with a condescending mourner  
She smiles a crooked smile
Her words invoked visions
Visions of humanities excision
Great fires will engulf us whole
And the great bells of the universe will toll
As we go insane for a little while
And it all seems to burst at the seams
And suddenly there are no sweet dreams
And we try to forget
And we all feel regret
But it echoes in our mind
And it destroys us in kind
Inside us was planted the seed of madness
The cold black women looked on at with a sadness
As we screamed and cried and laughed
The lady made use of her craft.
She disappeared
Leaving us with what we most feared
Knowledge of the future
Nov 2011 · 908
Candy Land.
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Hair blowing in the breeze
Smiles put on with ease
Her voice are waves on the shores of my ears
Continuously wearing down my fears.
We walk down this winding street
We leave navigation to our feet
Our heads are in the clouds
Where smile to much and talk to loud
The clouds are cotton candy and the sun is a butterscotch
No time, no watch
Just you and me
To the end of eternity whenever that may be.
Oct 2011 · 698
Castles Made Of Sand.
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
In the sandbox in which we all play
And the wind blows as it does every day
Shifting all the grains
Shifting under the strains
All these castles made of sand
Simply can not stand
The tides will swallow them into the sea
What is can never eternally be
They all rise and fall
With the breath of the universe that defines us all.
Oct 2011 · 460
Safe Place
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
Where the sky kisses the sea
Where the waves crash endlessly on the shore
That is where i will be
When i slam shut the door
To cancel out all the noise
Just to listen to the breath of the ocean
To absorb natures little joys
To escape from the senseless commotion
The smell of sea salt
The sand hot beneath my feet
My minds distractions come to a halt
Oh and is it so sweet
Oct 2011 · 1.1k
Sheep
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
Mismatched rambling lines
All going with the times
The random erratic flow
The constant stop and go
All signs point outward
From a single point we are moving backward and forward
Too long have we been condensed
Like sheep herded fed and fenced
It is time to run,time to fly
Knock down the fence or die
And spread out into the open field
Though no one knows what it will yield
The sheep will over come the herder
They will not get away with ******
Wake up from your sleep
Though it is lovely and deep
Awaken and see that the world is burning
And the herder doesn't find it concerning.
Oct 2011 · 1.5k
Unwind
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
The sun is sleeping
And we lay here weeping
Underneath a film of tears
We fight against our fears
Together we battle the dark
Trying to erase the mark
Imprinted on our very mind
Tension overbearing, we try to unwind
To detach ourselves
To put our worries up on the shelves
To find peace in solitude
Is where you find fortitude
To confide in others
To find loyal brothers.
All help us untie our tangled being
To convince us that this world is worth seeing
So we lay here in the dark
Trying to find a spark
To see and to fight
And to escape this self imposed night
Oct 2011 · 1.1k
Small talk
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
Everyone is talking small
Whats on T.V. and sales at the mall
Their words pester you like flies
Which girls like which guys
Its an endless flow of *******
An ever deepening pit
Reality shows, tabloids and radio
Make us malleable as play-doh
See through the illusion
And reach the same conclusion
Oct 2011 · 693
Fire
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
The fire burns bright
A pyromaniacs delight
The smoke eternally rises
It burns off our disguises
We sit and watch in awe
As we stare into our own proto-star
It gives light but it consumes
It gives life and seals dooms
Two sides of the burnt coin
Oct 2011 · 772
City under siege
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
They are shadows with knives
When one lives, all survive
Numbers uncountable, faces unknowable
The banner of peace rendered unsewable
It lies in pieces among the dead
The city hangs from a single thread
Enemies within, enemies without, soon blood will stain the land
It comes together like the cogs of a machine i don't understand.
I sit here in the flickering candle light
Listening for any sound of a fight
I hide in a cocoon of blankets
I am starving, while fat nobles hold banquets
Soon i will feel the cold embrace of death
And i will breathe my last breath
But that day is not today
If the gods are good, it will be far away
I hear shouting and screaming without warning
In the distance i hear people mourning
I crawl out my measly shack
The peasants are at the gates and will not turn back
As one voice they scream for freedom
But most are reduced to martyrdom
The guards let blood
And the people become a flood
A sea of bodies rushing the gates
I see this and thank the fates
Riding the wave
I rush towards my grave.
Sep 2011 · 1.1k
Knowledge
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The sky will turn blood red
And you remember all that has been said
Good and evil all the grey morality
Love and hate and life and fatality
It all flows within and without you
And now there's something you can do
For the end is drawing near
And the air is ripe with fear
Your a light in the dark
Proud and fearsome as a hawk
Knowledge is our key
And it will set us free
Sep 2011 · 478
Idea.
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The idea burst.
Who knew/cared who thought it first
Suddenly it spawned
A new day had dawned
We all saw it in our eyes
It was ours and it shall rise
We all spilled it put on paper
This escapade,this adventure,this caper
It was shared, it was brilliant, it was thinking in motion
Nice to see sensibility mingle with emotion
Sep 2011 · 513
The Voiceless
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The armies of the mute shall rise
And raise their voices in song
We shall look to the skies
When the nights are long
And we shall walk the endless road
Ragged brothers gather like moths to the flame
Our burning hopes shield us from the cold
Among us there is no shame
We all gather to the call
To knock on the heavens gate
To see that love is all
To see it was worth the wait
Sep 2011 · 893
Break Free
Patrick McCombs Sep 2011
The world is a blank slate
To express share and relate
Love is all, love is you
Always believe in what you do
Fly high, fly free
Never fear to be what you aspire to be
Break loose, burn through the haze
Live fully for the rest of your days
Aug 2011 · 950
Discolored
Patrick McCombs Aug 2011
Polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger seat
I drive down this endless highway
Everything seems to shimmer in the heat
A/C broken, windows down, Cigarettes in the ash tray
Bridges burning hot behind me,light the path
The car burning on fumes of hope and fear
The clouds behind me, thick with wrath
I drive towards the beach, i was never much of a romantic
I took you here once last year
We held hands an watched the sun sink into the Atlantic
I wonder what the hell drove me here
The memories haunt me like ghosts
All of them hidden deep in the vaults
But I am attracted to them like moths to a flame
I start wondering about faults
and who is to blame
And the what ifs and what might have been
Even the good times seem tainted
Discolored with anger and too much gin
All these memories and the picture the painted
All at the sight of dihydrogen oxide
They rushed forward like a flood
Overflowing my heart inside
I guess water is thicker then blood
Jul 2011 · 617
The Band
Patrick McCombs Jul 2011
Her lips crack open and music spills out
All of it moving and beautiful without a doubt
Her deep voice is transcending
The notes wrap around me never ending
I feel the bass in the floor
The guitar seeps into my every pore
The whole is greater then the parts
I can feel the unifying beat of their hearts
The drinks shake in rhythm to the song
They sing of where they belong
What it means to be, and the things they've lost
They sing of how they got here and at what cost
All of this they express.
And i believe them.
Jul 2011 · 724
Grey
Patrick McCombs Jul 2011
All the colors swirl and mix
Becoming something grey that i can not fix
All colorless and shapeless and beyond definition
I wonder how it got in this helpless condition
The music stopped playing and children stopped smiling
And now its all office work and senseless filing
The grey offices with all the grey people inside
They all just want to provide
The blanket of grey clouds covers the light
And below them people move out of sight
The streets lie in waste and disuse
And people live in houses of self abuse
Towers of videos and junk food cover the floor
You can't seem to reach the door
Its all seem so grey
All i can do is pray
That we can find some color
Jun 2011 · 507
Sweet Dreams
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
My body is running on fumes
My eyes feel heavy
Everything is sore but
But my mind still races
Racing on in circles
I contemplate all the problems that lay before me
I twist and turn and manipulate them
I consider every angle
But yet i end up with the same answer that i started with
Absolutely Nothing
I start to wonder about everything
Inflicting every wound of self doubt and self loathing i can think of.
I lie in this torture devise i call a bed while my mind turns on it self
I can not wait the sweet release of sleep
So that i can escape my army of ghosts
Dreams Sweet Dreams
Jun 2011 · 671
Future
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
The future is suffocating us. Get good grades to get in a good college to get a good job to make good money to support your family and your 2.5 children. When I hear that I hear regurgitate the curriculum that's shoved down your throat to go into to debt to get a job you hate to support the family you don't want.Well **** that. **** your rules. All this so called "order" to protect a system that's burning around us. A system that seems to **** the life out of you. They tell you how you will be happy and how you must do it. You just have a choice of what profession you will be underpaid and overworked in. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer.  Well **** your future and **** your planning. Its just a big labyrinth and i wish i could get out of it twisting alleyways and dead end Cul-de-sacs. Live in the now and let the past pass and the future come.
Jun 2011 · 699
Oh Comely
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
My mouth moves in yours.
So smooth and sweet
As our fingers interlace
A blaze engulfs your eyes
I see you there so sweet and comely
All the sensations I have ever felt  overwhelm me
The smell of spring air. The taste of burnt popcorn
The hot burning pavement and the cool touch of stone
They are everything and then nothing
And in that instance of nothingness is where you lie
You in your inner most self
We lay there wrapped in the thick blankets
I gaze into your blazing sapphires
And they blur and soon sleep takes me
Jun 2011 · 748
Hope
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
She screams into the rain
The sound bounces off the countless raindrops
The sound goes so fast it becomes color
The color of infinity stretching across the sky.
Soaked to the bone
Clothes sticking to her body
Her tears mingle with rain
A walking bomb ready to burst.
She was breathless
Her lungs ached
Rain danced in headlights
She was hypnotized
Bare feet firmly on the gravel
She felt every crack rock and pebble
It all seemed so small
In the face of rain
It will be all washed away
In the sweeping storms
She smiled at the thought of being unburdened
To be free of your problems
She found it in the young spring rain
Hope.
Banish the ghosts that haunt your dreams
Lift the fear of the future and see the beauty of today
The hope of being able to live
Freely and utterly
Jun 2011 · 879
Lucy And Will
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
Look at the time slowly pass
And see the sweet and flowing grass
It covers the rolling hills and the never ending fields
Never knowing what it yields
The sun hangs heavy in the afternoon sky
And birds fly just to simply fly
A couple makes their way up the hill
They go by the names of Lucy and Will
Carries a picnic basket in one hand
And in the other a girl just as grand
And dressed in their Sunday best
As they watch the sun sink in the west
A sweet darkness wraps around them
The moon glows like a gem
The wind softly runs through their hair
A cricket chirps in the darkness somewhere
Will turns to her and looks at her stunning features
She is such a lovely wild creature
Her Wild emerald eyes burn bright
As they twinkle and burn in the moonlight
Wills smile spreads from ear to ear
Its infectious to all that are near
The stars stutter like film stuck in a projector
He holds her tight as her protector
Arms wrapped around her waist
The air around them sweet to the taste
They laid down and stared into space
Their fingers interlace
They consider every eventuality
Realizing they lack immortality
That they need to value time
Play till the warning bell chime
To make their love last
To value the future as much as the past
And they fall asleep on the hill
That ends the story of Lucy and Will
May 2011 · 758
A dip in the ocean
Patrick McCombs May 2011
Water crept up on the rocks
Soaking our already damp shoes
Seeping into our socks
we throw them off not much to lose
The water crashes onto our skin
Shocking them with a biting cold
And we can't help but grin
The warm air suffocating us
We take the plunge
And without a fuss
and soak it up like a sponge
The water so cold and clean
And warm laughter pierces the air
Its so serene
and we don't have a care.
May 2011 · 551
Flowers
Patrick McCombs May 2011
A string of blooming flowers, bright and fast like a wildfire
The sun dims as it begins to tire
Its fleeting light bouncing around the wood
Where a shrine of ancient trees have always stood
And the flowers are veils on a stunning bride
A true beauty that you can not hide
The roses burn like a fire storm
As the sunlight is still warm
The sun now fallen
The moon has begun its calling
Apr 2011 · 418
Under the stars
Patrick McCombs Apr 2011
our fingers interlace
we stare into deep space
and liquid dreams swim through our eyes
and we imagine bright orange clouds and purple skies
we concoct secret alphabets
and hope that neither of us forgets
the fire in our eyes burn brightly tonight
and all i have is you in my sight
Sitting on the midnight grass
we watch the over head stars pass
i've never felt so tiny yet so large
so helpless yet so in charge
the world cast its weight upon my back, yet i'm light as a feather
I could walk in a blizzard in shorts without much care for the weather
you make me do amazing things
i love you and all the trouble it brings
but its small compared to happiness i feel
you make the impossible real.
Apr 2011 · 788
Mask
Patrick McCombs Apr 2011
Taking swigs from the bottle all bitter and sweet
Half lit eyes, were dead, dead on our feet
All twisted inside and in our minds
We battle demons of all different kinds
The sun will rise as always
Following us as we trek across life’s highways
Driven by some unknown hunger
Something to make us feel younger
To feel alive again
and not old woman and men
To little girls and boys
playing in yards with little toys
We look at the bottom of our flask
and we don’t know who to ask
it seems we need a new mask
Mar 2011 · 813
Falling asleep
Patrick McCombs Mar 2011
Watching TV with the volume turned down
Your asleep on my shoulder wearing your night gown
Your fingers are interlaced with mine
On the table theres an empty bottle of wine
Outside the rain pelts the glass
You subconsciously squeeze my hand as we wait for it to pass
A thunderstorm in the middle of spring
You're not used to this kind of thing
You start to shake and i bring you close into my chest
I hold you tight, hoping you would get some rest.
You wake up and i get the ice cream
and we talk about what we dream
We talk about what we love and what we fear
We talk about the things we hold dear
we talk about life and love
and the things up above
We talk until we fall asleep to the hum of rain
and we hold each other and keep sane.
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