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329 · Feb 2015
preemptive attack
Patrick McCombs Feb 2015
I can't face the consequences of my inaction
Or predict the severity of your reaction.
I can't tell you the whole story
But when someone does, it will get gory
Blood will spill from severed ties
And fate will roll it's loaded die
Shared memories will untangle
Momentarily our futures will dangle
Helplessly and fall through the cracks
I'm launching a preemptive attack
In my head it seems a lot worse
maybe I should let it run it's course
Instead of having one foot out the door
I should be doing more
317 · Oct 2015
Untitled
Patrick McCombs Oct 2015
you are like a never ending poem
continually crashing on the shores of my mind.
your words, your rythm, the sheer grace of your cadences
Resonate within me
306 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Patrick McCombs Feb 2015
He had his hand outstretched
And my stomach wretched
At the moment of indecision
There was a sudden collision
Of reason and emotion
As i lost all notion
Of what is possible and real
Because he makes me feel
Like the sky is always green
And that I could scream
In the vacuum of space.
When I look at his face
He tells me impossible lies
And I respond in smiles and half sighs
Because I want to believe
Because he can cleave
Through all of my worries in an instant
Make everything else seem distant
I always buy into his game
When I hear my name
Spring from his tongue
Because I'm stupid and I'm young
And things happen so fast
And the world is so vast
At the end of the day
I just want someone to show me the way
302 · Nov 2015
Untitled
Patrick McCombs Nov 2015
I've been burning the candle at both ends
and the flame is strangely beautiful
it's white hot
seemingly eternal
and by these flames
I have learned to see
in terrifying clarity
302 · Oct 2016
Promise
Patrick McCombs Oct 2016
All my hopes hung on one promise
One impossible magical promise
Everything traces back
To this one point
That only holds up
When I don't look at it directly
It hangs in my peripheral
Out of time, out of focus
Fluid in definition
Like a monolith
It supports me
Like a ghost
It haunts me
Like gravity
It grounds me
Like a black hole
It consumes me
286 · Sep 2015
Gone
Patrick McCombs Sep 2015
You took all beer out of the fridge
After burning the last bridge
After fighting the last fight
You left in the middle of the night
After I went to the Red Roof Inn
Because I couldn't start what was about to begin
But you started without me
You saw what I didn't want to see
Gone; were all of your possessions
and with you, all of my confessions
I still had more I wanted to say
But maybe its better this way
No long awkward conversations
No failing each other expectations
Just silence
264 · Sep 2021
Ghosts
Patrick McCombs Sep 2021
Trapped beneath the surface of the ice again
Nothing I say will penetrate the thick crust of permafrost
That has surrounded and enveloped me.
Sympathies of my confidants have been exhausted
A well has been bled dry by slow repetition.  
There’s a black hole in the center of my chest
Nothing escapes from its dark clutches
Nothing escapes this  tempest, only silence remains,
The lake is calm on the surface
But underneath lies a vortex threatening to consume everything in its path.
Everything is a puzzle waiting to be solved.
With the right knowledge and perspective, conundrums can be unraveled.
But I can’t seem to solve myself.
I want to untie the gordian knot
Revealing the root cause of my problems.
Ghosts from the past that need to be confronted.
The past is always erupting into the present
Interrupting the natural progression of things.
The past nudges things ever so slightly
Until you're on a path wondering how you ended up there.
In order to confront the apparitions of the past,
They must be summoned first.
Offer them memories buried underneath years of emotional sediment.
The ghosts of my past are murky nameless things that are beyond definition.
Will naming the things that have haunted me dispel them?
What if nothing is gained from digging up the bodies and studying the bones beneath the earth that was better left undisturbed.
261 · Sep 2016
Conversational Wells
Patrick McCombs Sep 2016
The conversational well
We've tapped into
Quickly runs dry

We're left
Gasping
For air

We use our phones
Like shields
From wandering eyes
Silences that linger

Grasping at straws
We deal in small talk
Like a cashier and a customer  
Like people who've never met

Distance has betrayed us
Time has eroded our foundation
But if we dig deep enough
We will discover why we were friends
224 · Dec 2024
Inner Storm
Patrick McCombs Dec 2024
The rain cascades down in sheets
Drenching lawns and streaking windows
A lone figure traverses the maelstrom
Wading through the newly formed streams
Forging a path through the damp darkness
Droplets dance in the passing headlights
As cars cruised to their unknown endpoints
A streak of lightning divides the sky
The world reflecting her inner turmoil
Sometimes it's useless to seek shelter from the storm
And it's better to embrace
The cleansing power of rain
214 · Dec 2024
Music
Patrick McCombs Dec 2024
Music courses through your veins
Beating to the rhythm of your heart
Evoking that intangible feeling
Always slightly out of reach
Always on the tip of your tongue
Becomes a little bit closer
With every note sounded
With every phrase performed
Closer to the cliff overlooking the horizon
Where the view goes on forever
Music freeverse
134 · Dec 2024
Flood
Patrick McCombs Dec 2024
Words threaten to overflow
The self constructed ****
That I erected in my mind
Piece by piece, brick by brick
Her eyes awash with acidity
Dissolve the bonds Restricting my tongue
Her silence an oppressive heat
My words evaporated on contact
Like the cruel mistress of the seasons
She takes everything and leaves nothing

— The End —