Casted aside I reside in the broken remains of yesterday, What we saw together, an everlasting forever is now in ruins ... I'm numb. Devoid of thought - forsaken is my heart - and now I cry, But there's no tears in my eyes, Drifting beyond my grasp is the hope i once clasped, Gone with the wind I've fallen in sin, I'm numb I'm numb, What I want is not what I'll have, Perhaps she is glad, I sit in shambles wondering why my thoughts ramble, Incoherent repercussions.
"its as if the taste never leaves my open mouth" "that kiss only coming about because leaping into your body was easier than crawling" "and the need to breathe was so strong" "with the mint smoke that rose into the sky surrounding and smothering" "lips/neck/teeth/tongue" "everything the eyes could swallow without fear of choking" "because feeling complete was more important that simply living in distant agony."
the words you left me with left me feeling drunk i couldn't grasp the concept of you leaving me in my incoherent dreams i got drunk over, and over again just to hear the message you left; *"i love you"
i have so many words swarming beneath my skin they threaten to break through they threaten to scream i feel lost they threaten to sing, to whisper, to sigh and laugh and breathe they are loud, incomprehensible they remind me of you you and your shining eyes and the ideals you wear as armor and your bright hair and your quick quick smile i feel lost these words and i we are lost in a forest in my chest, the bird caged within me beating against the trees these words yearn to be written, they yearn to be read they yearn to exist and to live and to thrive and to grow these words are not mine they scream for you you are larger than life, and i i feel lost
Words of deep love and longing Are lost on me, today. I've no whimsy to feed my prose, No form of coherency in my head.
I'll write for the sake of writing.
Rustling trees swelled with song birds Are mere echoes of a life outside To me. I feel like I'm suspended in zero gravity - My face tingles, My head is sluggish Like a hangover without the nausea.
We've got potholes in our hearts And the construction's lasted for months So we just fill them all with sand and Call it a day. Integrated into a system That's forgotten the welfare Of the human soul.
There's a trickle of sunlight And it's getting warmer. Summer's blossoming and I can't stand it. The beautiful solace of winter Melts away with my silence, While summer months boil blood And chaos chokes the air.
These words I write are read Aloud in tremulous whispers - The only proof that they're real. Recited every night When I lay my head down And wonder about the difference Between what is evil And what is just a misled notion Of Righteousness.
A vast valley of empty noise. Muffled screams ambient like static. Dodging cunning plans and ploys. As each friend intends to wreak havoc. I set aflame in rage and shame. Smoke signals soar high from my side. As I try to decide what is wise. Incontinence of the lips disguised as clever banter. Hollow thoughts reveal themselves and foggy eyes gleam far and wide. I'll have a drink of endless size. "I'd rather be anywhere, or anything" I say whilst reaching for a decanter.