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Mar 2012
The birth of what I wont give
A tragedy of likeness
And softness
With the brightest parts of the day
Left with your eyes wide open
Let me down from the path
Let me dare not stop
And harvest dropping anthems from becoming Christ
Little by and bothered
Wiley or not ready to erupt
Cannon burst of hard
Stale muscled smoke drifts
And signal no one that hasn’t sank to the bottom
Even the strongest man sank with a heart of iron
And fast too
Letting the rich man
The little snake
Charm between his life
And forever live it.

How it feels to become a pilot
Before the plane crashes down
And always you’re dancing them down
When they finally wrap themselves around you
Grabbing the first hair hanging low
Just truth that rises behind us is whole
Truth behind the eyes that never look twice

I will never be able to speak
As one at peace with the bronze statue
Of how I talk
Oh my what did I say
Did I leave the best parts out again
About how I looked back
Ridiculous
It never happened.

Taking a turn
On this feeling
This animal feeling
Covered in fur
Bleeding of instinct
Of an animals who loves his mother
A quick side
I am the last take on this disease
More of a last right they never took in
Go leave it
And never bring another letter
Just to say I’m still not coming back
You should see how everything shutters
And how everything shakes when I wake up
To the time I sleep
Loosening the life beside the cracking concrete
I’ve got a little in me
What hasn’t left me
What I’ve been selling to get me by
Sometime we forget that real people
Everyday and out
Run their lives and hearts mad
With questions of god and love
Neither of which matter
Neither of which ever existed
And if they did
If they did they would’ve stayed far away from me
Because I would’ve been running
When they came to town
I just hope my feet never break
By then my skin would change color
By then what smells like wet fur

You want to make a dollar
And you want to be free
You know nothing better happens after the sunrise
And not one person who believes in hell
Has been there.

With every set fire burning on
The truest of animals brought themselves
Before the man could send them off
To keep his kids safe and hidden
While red clouds by wind above
Are breaking upon the mountaintop of dawn
And what it brings in cold morning
In giving its charity of water
Kept our ****** hearts swelled and large
We have never been blind but we have never seen
And we haven’t had a clue of war beside us
No we turned the other way and never looked back
But I looked back farther away to see
That just out of sight sat the daughters of trial
And swift judgment is done onto the ones who stay back
Letting their feet curl under to stay warm in death
Settling the water rings on a slow ending cup
They’re ghost of satellites silvering sky
Bright on them of the day
When all of their horses are running
Dropping not so much a who was it
Or where was it
When they buried the immortal
But not a thief stealing of what never returns
What will always comes back is something never worth taking
Not love given lightly or speaking during song
Never the blind man peers but pulls and pulls
Nothing between clearly fixed is the warmth kept inside
Mothering the carelessness of not throwing out tomorrow’s fiction
Let the children know about death and why we care about it
The creator isn’t destroying himself how he said he would
How was your mother anyway, darling?
How have you been?
Where have you dug to this time?
What have you found a thousand feet below?
Thought of a symphony that never played
Bells, oh their songs bellow about the pouring rain drowning you
Should’ve been a salesman
Knowing there is no gold
So don’t go digging for it
And what’s been found
It’s been taken
Lost
Found again
And taken back
It’s always best people who never start.
Light as ever being a savage in horror
Looking on the world as a glimpse
Ever shot in justice is a false heart tearing down
I hope you’re warm tonight
I hope before the clapping that everybody stands
Before the bow the doors to an empty room close
Did you ever see something so wonderful

What’s only wonderful
Makes me wonder
What’s only beautiful
Makes me wild
What’s only sinking
Makes me swim
What’s only wrong
Makes me worse
What’s only you
Makes me mad
What’s only gone
Makes me found.

What you are
A person but more
Something to think about
Something to frame my god
What good would you be
If you weren’t wrapped in silk
If you weren’t less than a diamond is bright

Gotta get that new right feeling
Gotta fell what I felt that day
But my shoes beat my path
So there I go out again
Wiley or not
There’s a reason for this one
Where there wasn’t before, you know?
I cant wait to take the bus and notice the faces
I cant wait to destroy someone new
And I surely cant wait to be so far out of luck
That my knees split ever step towards you
I want that
I want that of what I think of
I want our names written on the wall and have someone defile it
I want the world to hate us so much
And we’ll tumble them all night

Don’t worry about me yet
You stepped right behind
What you always though better
I’m a fool I don’t mind
And maybe you’re wrong
I’m sure you’re right
But no matter its love that’s around you
Here is my wish
Be it something that’s not what everyone see
But I feel it’s best
I wanted to fly but there was no wind
So took off walking beside you
I felt a shake
I knew it when I said
that I couldn’t stand by and by
without you anymore
but if it’s death you brought so near
you never wore me out for everything you were
Patrick Raven
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Patrick Raven
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