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548 · Dec 2011
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
548 · May 2011
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
546 · Dec 2011
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
544 · Oct 2010
Change
Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
A draft floats down the hall
All the floor boards groan
The leaves are turned, its fall
The birds have all flown
Its time to change
Were just made of lines of words
To simply exist is so strange
Striking so many different chords
Wishing you could sleep your troubles away
To dream a new land
To make it a new and exciting day
To hear a new band
No longer the same boring routine
But that is neither here nor there  
We are still here in this scene
Living with the utmost care
But the winds of change are blowing
And dreams are but the blueprints for life
So let the dreams start flowing
No time for such strife
542 · Jan 2011
Zombies.
Patrick McCombs Jan 2011
I write to you to have someone to talk to
I don't know what to do
There blood on the streets, its on my shoes
Death had been collecting its dues
Stop and smell that wonderfully awful fume
I sit here half naked in my bed
Cowering under the bed sheet
No time for a meet and greet
They are marching on
From dusk till dawn
Their skin hangs loose
Man kind made his own noose
We have dabbled in god
And we have created something quite odd
They will feast on us for the rest of time
We live in fear and grime
I hear the faint yell
From those monster from hell
I must go.
And hope they do slow.
542 · Nov 2010
Woods
Patrick McCombs Nov 2010
The woods are cold and desolate
The sun is dimly lit
The shadows move fast
Nothing bright will last
old gnarled trees stand tall
at the roots lay an old little doll
her old brown hair tied in knots
her cloth skin slowly rots
an old man walks around
his gray eyes facing the ground
he steps on crushed leaves
For the lost souls he grieves
The woods here are dying
the birds are no longer flying
all has fallen to the floor
what once moved doesn't move anymore
541 · Sep 2016
Study time
Patrick McCombs Sep 2016
Lost in the labyrinth of words
Cigarette carelessly perched
In between her fingers
Smoke rising and swaying
To the jazz
That made the room heavy
With deep contemplation
No one spoke
No one dared to break the silence
To disrupt the voyage
Into our own minds
540 · Jan 2012
Venture Forth
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
We must shift
Before we go adrift
We must drink the earthly rain
Before we go insane
And all shall come before us
Laughing like children of the forest
Whispering things that we can never hear
Planting the seeds of doubt and fear
We shall become enlightened
We shall become frightened
All rushing our mind
We must know what we cannot find
We must believe
We must not grieve
For those who cannot grow
Those who cannot know
We must seek deliverance
Forsake our innocence
Venture forth
Prove your worth
536 · Apr 2012
Slow may day
Patrick McCombs Apr 2012
Its a rainy afternoon in May
Its a slow slow day
The droplets weave a song as they fall upon the glass
I wonder when it will pass
Maybe it won't. Maybe it will just keep raining
Unrelenting and forever maintaining
I venture outdoors
Into everlasting downpours
I am drenched
I am entrenched
In the feeling
That rain is healing
And both concealing and revealing
To enshroud yourself in a cloak of rain
Is a way to keep sane
To feel alone and completely together at the same time
To wash away all the grime
The nature of rain is to be cleansing
535 · Mar 2012
Down the road
Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
I haven't heard another voice in three whole days
I soak in the suns rays
Driving with all the windows down
Trees look like blurs of green and brown
I'm taking back roads that people have forgotten
On the trees the fruit grows rotten
It's just me and the warm radio static
Talking to myself has become almost automatic
I get this feeling, one that I can't explain
I stop the car on the corner of Old Sandwich Road and Norway Lane
I get out of the car, my feet uncertain as they hit the ground
I don't hear a single human sound
Only the wind dancing on the leaves
And the sun touching everything it perceives
The birds talking in the slow summer air
A song leaves my lips like a signal flare
It was wordless song
It felt like it would belong
In the endless choir of the trees
My hair is ruffled by the breeze
As if the forest was patting me on the head
I get back in the car and drive the endless road ahead
534 · Feb 2014
A memory of a memory
Patrick McCombs Feb 2014
I think I remember you
From the last vestiges of a dream.
Where reality and illusion blur
In between states of mind.
You're a memory of a memory
That one face in the crowd
In a passing car, a crowded train.
A glitch
A ghost
From a different time
From a different life.
525 · Mar 2010
Travels
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Looking through the moon's eye
Hoping to start a fire
She says its time to fly
Oh but shes preaching to the choir
The colors wash away
Everything come together
Trying to find the world today
Stones as light as a feather
On track,abstract,everyone knows
The yellow brick road we do travel
People cry like crows
Whispering secrets to unravel
Music fills our empty mouths
So shout sing scream
Its time to fly south
Time to start a dream
525 · May 2016
Anxiety II
Patrick McCombs May 2016
Twisting labyrinthine thoughts
That fork off endlessly
Into impenetrable darkness  
That leads me astray
Away from sleep
Away from solace
A downward spiral
Endless free fall
520 · Feb 2012
The you I perceive
Patrick McCombs Feb 2012
Your voice is lower than a whisper
A voice I strain to hear
To hear over the immeasurable strangling silence
To hear the sweet waves of flow and movement
The words rise up and smash on the shores of my mind
I feel the endless potential energy stored in the structure of your light phrasing
Chemical bonds ready to burst.
I grasp at them like a blind man grasping at straws.
I want to understand you
To understand the girl inside that painted armor
I love you.
I love the you I perceive
I just want to hold you deep in the ever expanding country of my arms
When we talk I see your eyes light up
Your whole face moves into the perfect position
I know that is you.
Your mouth is the opening of an endless river
As a stream of whispered beauty flows perpetually
I love this you.
The one who talks honestly and beautifully.
514 · Mar 2012
Wandering about
Patrick McCombs Mar 2012
The cool air
The sun's glare
I trace the bumps on my skin
I wonder where to begin
I walk down the path
I probably need a bath
I avoid peoples gazes
I navigate my own personal mazes
I stumble into a convince store
My bare feet cold on the tile floor
No one says anything
There's a song on the radio, I sing
I find that one type of chips I will actually eat
I buy them and I'm out on the street
I find myself listening to the sea
Siting with eyes closed underneath the big oak tree
I think as the cool sea breeze cuts through my coat
I hear the long loud horn of a nearby boat
I sit there for a long time, then my phone rings
Annoyed by the sense of reality it brings
Though I still pick up the phone
And realize my mom wants me home
Patrick McCombs Mar 2016
Beyond the borders of our empire
Beyond the oceans of everstorm
Where man first rose from this earth
In the shadows of the western hills
There, buried deep underground
Lies a truth beyond our understanding
Received by prophets of ages past
Long forgotten by the ravages of time
But it's existence lingers in our consciousness
Like a spirit who shall not be exorcised
Every myth from every culture
Has tried to explain this truth
The truth of our origins
The church has declared me a heretic
You, the public have condemned me
But I do not blame you
The blind can not be expected to see
A lie often repeated becomes truth
But I have seen beyond that
I have seen the invisible strings
That hold everything together
They all connect to this single point
I must make the journey, no, the pilgrimage
To the shadows of the western hills
510 · Nov 2010
Poetry
Patrick McCombs Nov 2010
The poem stretches down the page
Stained with tears and flowing with rage
Written with a trembling hand
Its disconnected and hard to understand
It jumps from here to there
It is everywhere
Its all in the poets head
it sleeps with you in bed
it follows with its jumbled lines
You read what is seemingly defines
But your eyes rearrange the words
They appear like soft little birds
You read what you want to read
afraid where to where it might lead
509 · Jan 2011
Dangling
Patrick McCombs Jan 2011
Why does life dangle things in front of us only to have them snatched away. As if the universe was simply ******* with us. If there is a god he sure has a ****** up sense of humor. Things are so delicate. We gather all the sturdy things we can find and hide within them. We are afraid to grasp for new things. The untested things the maybe breakable things. We fear that they might fall apart in our hands. and then we are we? we are standing outside our fortress of stability in the battlefield of fear and dreams with the pieces of dreams digging into our hands. So we retreat. and clutch the familiar things.
509 · Jul 2016
Novel Conversations
Patrick McCombs Jul 2016
I wish I was a character in a novel
My conversations would be meticulously crafted
I would never be at a loss for....words  
There wouldn't be          long          awkward
Silences
                               Between sentences
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never be unblurred
No i  said misheard
My thoughts wouldn't s-s-stutter right out of the gate
Causing a ten word pile-up in my mouth
I wish I could make life more novel
I just want to trim away all the fat
All the conversational excess
To get to the real meat of it
Do away with all conversational trivialities
And just move the plot forward
508 · Mar 2010
Whisper
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Are you there?
Or are you a whisper in my head
Some things are unfair
I fear to fall out of bed.

I'm gone.
Dust blowing in the breeze
Too tired to yawn
My breath seems to freeze

I lay on the floor
My head is tired
Your voice seemed to soar
My brain is wired

Trying to find my other eye
Searching for what was lost
You made my heart fly
Was it worth the cost?
507 · Sep 2011
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
505 · Oct 2012
Dead ends
Patrick McCombs Oct 2012
We walk in a silence that begs to be broken
The words we wish to say go unspoken
I can almost see the tension
Reality is put in suspension
I can feel the words on my tongue
They are as foolish as I am young
I can't do this;I can't look into your eyes
And tell you warm sweet lies
Right now truth is the only path
In the head i've done the math
Thought out every word
How to strike every conversational chord
I just need to propel myself down this dead end
Some wounds never mend
499 · Jun 2011
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
498 · Jan 2014
One Way Ticket
Patrick McCombs Jan 2014
There was a sense of anticipation
That flooded my mind
As I walked to the train station
The stars slowly aligned
As summers dying breath filled my lungs
And wanderlust possessed my feet
I dreamed of foreign tongues
And jungles of concrete
I held tight to my escape
A one way ticket to anywhere
Like a dream about to take shape
Like a self fulfilled prayer
496 · Mar 2010
music
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
Music flows through your eyes.
It fills them to the brink
Expands the blue skies
A huge glass to drink

Eyes heavy with drum beats
Music says what can't be said
Sleeping on top of the sheets
Songs paint a picture in your head

Birds in your sleep
Gray eyes hovering in the dark
Shouting Base lines that start to creep
The bird is a lark.
495 · Oct 2010
Pouring Rain
Patrick McCombs Oct 2010
Go out into the rain
Warm drizzle going down the drain
Laugh a little,dance a little ,live a lot
Get soaking wet, who needs a dry spot
The water comes down heavy in places
Things so blurry its hard to see faces
Lighting flash and thunder roar
laugh for more
When you get you always get dry
There is always time to cry
But this is not it
Rain that looks like spit
It starting to stop
You're as damp as a used mop
But your fine with that
You shake off at the welcome mat.
492 · Sep 2010
Waiting
Patrick McCombs Sep 2010
I've been waiting here
Waiting to hear from you
Its unlike you to play on fear
Its not something you would do
Oh where did you go
Did you happen to forget
Leaving me along at the show
Leaving me alone in the rain all wet
No shout no call hell not even a text
I do hope your alright
As always i know what happens next
Its always quite a sight
The yelling the regrets the crying
The hard silence between you and me
The feeling of no longer flying
Afraid of what we no longer see
I stand here dying in fright
I look down the foggy lane
I see the single head light
Thinking of things that drove me insane
You get out of the car
I'm so relieved in your warm embrace
You had come far
I could see it in your face
You hold me closer and apologize
The pain etched onto your face
The mist running through your eyes
"***** dinner lets go to my place."
490 · Feb 2011
Soldiers
Patrick McCombs Feb 2011
We stand upon the wall
Burning fields and bleeding skies
We all headed the call
We marched to our demise
Whispers of our last kiss
Play like ghosts on our lips
We all think and reminisce 
The fabric of reality rips
The lines are getting blurry
Past and present merge
Madness has an ungodly fury
490 · Jan 2011
Understanding
Patrick McCombs Jan 2011
I see into the landscape of your eyes
gazing upon an ancient civilization  marvelous and grand
Your eyes house large temples and wide open skies
Within your eyes, a people i can never understand.
You clutch to your spiral ringed notebook
The pages thick with brilliant thoughts
You speak like a babbling brook
I listen and try to connect the erratic dots
Our strings meet and tie
With each knot we fall further in love
We laugh we dance and we cry
A love as pure as a dove
488 · Jan 2013
A Letter
Patrick McCombs Jan 2013
You sent me a letter
I nearly dropped it when I picked it up
I read the return address at least three times
The letter lay on the table
Unopened
I stared at it for a while
Paced around the kitchen
Deep breath
I took the plunge
Havn't been this scared to open a letter
Since my senior year of high school
It was a monster of a letter
Ten pages double sided hand written
Letters so tightly pressed together
I thought it was one long word
I read it I read it all in one sitting
You told me where you've been all these years
Every little detail of every major event
Your dead end job
How you quit said job
Your marriage
Your divorce
Your year in a small little town in Arizona
How you ended up teaching english in Seatle
It was a lot
It was more than a lot
I walked over to my desk
And I started writing you a letter
487 · Feb 2011
Game Show
Patrick McCombs Feb 2011
Everything that falls eventually rises
On the game show of our lives
There are so many fantastic prizes
Fast cars for the long drives
People come and go so quickly
Its an ever changing cast
Of the weak the strong and the sickly
Its all smoke and mirrors that move too fast
We're all on public access cable
A confusing show without a host
Were not a fairytale or some fable
We are a game show from coast to coast
486 · Jan 2012
Contents Unmailable
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
The clouds are bursting
And we are thirsting
We light another cigarette
Drags tinged with regret
The drain drenches
We still sit on the park benches
Damp hair plastered to our skin
I try to speak, but I know not where to begin
My thoughts are unassailable
Contents unmailable
We sit in silence
An unspoken alliance
but we both know
This where we can go
We breath out smoke
You crack a joke
The first voice I've heard in hours
I laugh, I drink in the showers.
Your timing is impeccable
480 · Jan 2011
Scars.
Patrick McCombs Jan 2011
I think with half empty words
They strike clashing minor chords
They bounce and resonate in my head
With all the lies i have been fed
By people close and far
These things start to scar
479 · Sep 2010
The Pit
Patrick McCombs Sep 2010
All things that are built fall apart
Even matters of the heart
The road is always turning
Bridges always burning
A series of brief connections
Losing your own reflection
Fall into the pit of your mind.
As everyone leaves you behind
Think of what has been burned
Things that cant be returned
The vapors of ghosts past.
fill your head at last
Screaming pain
You are not the same
You hear a voice, a different one
It carries down the sun
It makes it all right
It makes it so bright
She will get you out.
You have no doubt
A rope appears
It crushes all your fears
You climb up fast
Running from your past.
She holds you tight
As you drift into the night
478 · Mar 2010
Rain
Patrick McCombs Mar 2010
The water falls down.
Today the sky is crying
the tears fill the air

her tears fill my heart
her scream is a thunder clap
loud and condemning

the water carves deep
Breaking down the dirt
Carved with true sorrow

her pain never stops
constantly numbing her heart
life without a sun
476 · Jan 2012
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
473 · Jan 2016
Eviction Notice
Patrick McCombs Jan 2016
You've been living in my head
You’re three months behind on your rent
I posted countless eviction notices
But you ignored them all

You've barricaded yourself in there
You linger like a disease
You have infected my memories
And soon they will start to fester

When I smell fresh bread in the morning
You used to make breakfast
When I hear Ben Folds Five
That was your favorite band

In the middle of the night
In the darkness and the silence
I can hear you moving in my head
And it keeps me awake
471 · Oct 2013
Internal Collapse
Patrick McCombs Oct 2013
You had something written all over your face
But I couldn't break the code
Something was out of place
But it barely showed
Like a carbon monoxide leak
Like a caldera ready to blow
Its there in the words you speak
Subtle undertones that only I know
Its always there, but it avoids definition
Maybe its not something, but a void
that haunts you like an apparition
And everything near it gets destroyed
Your collapsing slowly from the inside
And its a battle only you can fight
But I can help, I'll stand by your side
At the end of darkness there is always light
470 · Jan 2012
Out in the Forest.
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
Thousands of lights hang in the cool night air
You were wearing that sweatshirt that smelled like sunshine
My fingers found themselves in your long auburn hair
We gazed at the skyline
Metal giants trying to grab the stars
Countless people living in the belly of the beast
But out here. In the forest nothing is ours
Tonight we drove east
Silence engulfs us completely
There is no need to speak
Nature does it sweetly
Out here words seem weak
I gaze into your twin blue lakes
They are pure and free
There is no time for mistakes
We simply be.
468 · Aug 2013
Set in stone
Patrick McCombs Aug 2013
It was pitch black
I couldn't see a thing
But theres was no going back
Because I don't know what the future will bring
But I know that the past is aiming to ****
So I take one step into the unknown
I take it by pure force of will
Because the future is only set in stone
If you remain fixed in the past
Everything is always changing
Each day different from the last
Your fate, always rearranging
The past is past but the future is self determined
467 · Dec 2011
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
466 · Sep 2011
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
463 · May 2012
House Fire
Patrick McCombs May 2012
Air rushed from her lungs
The spring has been sprung
Her vision twisted and turned
As she tries to salvage the burned
Her eyes can not comprehend
How her world reached this end
She looked into the depths of insanity
And saw her burning vanity
Her mansion burned to ground
What was lost can not be found
462 · Nov 2014
Lost shoes
Patrick McCombs Nov 2014
If you lose your shoe you'll be in trouble
If you lose your socks make it double
We searched every where on the train
But it was ultimately in vain
It was like you made them disappear magically
Have you suffered some tragedy
And now shoes are strange and terrifying
When I look in the stroller your always untying
The double knotted laces
And making strained faces
As your little finger muscles strain
Its kinda cute but your driving me insane
460 · Jan 2017
Airbrushing
Patrick McCombs Jan 2017
You’re a thought half remembered
Finer details seeping and slipping though
The cracks of memory
Never solid, always fleeting

Filling in the gaps
With leaps of logic
Painting in the blanks
With complementary shades

The past never dies
The corpse is repacked
Airbrushed and glossed
So it isn't so hard to look at
458 · Jul 2012
Where to begin
Patrick McCombs Jul 2012
Sitting on the windowsill
Money to burn, time to ****
My full name passes your lips
Like a specter slithering from the crypts
The old blue wallpaper is peeling
And I know what you are feeling
That deep unsettling pit in your belly
The one that makes your legs feel like jelly
The one that makes you feel trapped in your skin
You want to say so much but you don't know where to begin
453 · Oct 2011
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
453 · Jan 2012
Winter
Patrick McCombs Jan 2012
The cold air makes everything still
Like the whole world took a sleeping pill
And as we stumble through this frozen instant
Everything seems distant
Sounds seem duller
Fading color
Trees dead and bare
The world doesn't seem to care
Warmth's sweet and hard to find
The grayness batters the mind
The glorious white snow turns to grey slush
There is a sudden rush
For spring
And all the pleasures it brings
453 · Nov 2010
The open road.
Patrick McCombs Nov 2010
We constantly drive
Not wanting to arrive
No destination No end
Just want to see whats around the bend
If we never stop then we never part
We never have to bandage a bleeding heart
Time stuffed with things to do
All because i love you
Its just one endless day
No one but ourselves to obey
Its the open road
We have our own code
We both kinda smell
But hey what the hell
Its all just pure luck
As if we give a ****
453 · Jun 2012
Returned Things
Patrick McCombs Jun 2012
Its a rainy Tuesday afternoon
And the sun disappeared way too soon
Watching ****** Tuesday afternoon TV
Sipping some weirdly named herbal tea
I hear my knocking
I start walking
I open the door; your standing there
I try to remember how to properly breathe air
You look like you always do
Your eyes that peculiar blue hue
The color of the sea right after rainfall
******* it all
You got a box in your hand
I understand
I take the box and throw it inside
You follow me in and I can't hide
We sit and adjacent chairs
The floor is the recipient of my dead stares
My full name passes your lips
Like a specter slithering from the crypts
Memories rush back
A sudden panic attack
For an instant we lock eyes
I see past your disguise
I see a stranger
It puts my sanity in danger
I thought I knew you
What was false, what was true
What was right, what was wrong
Was this you all along
I loved you before
But now I'm going to show you the door
Out of my house and out of my life
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