Sapphire currents
          engulf consciousness  
      'neath waves of
   ancient sunken treasure,
delving neath oceans
       cobalt manifests,
   lost riches of bygone eras
   destined to respectfully
        resurface its significance,
     midst new horizons' creations
           as clarity's power deeply inhales
                the depths of salty sea's tumult

Alex Aug 2014

Can one explode inwards? It's hard to know.
Expectation,
I'm putting on a show,
but I don't feel it.
I'm catching smoke and
inhaling fire.

If this is the end then
end it now.
Don't drag it forward and leave me
suffocating in the darkness.
Alone in the unknown.
I am not me, I am
the man in the mirror.
The tumult in my head and heart
cannot
take
this.

Playing with structure and format, written in 5 minutes so..? Outlet-ing.
Frank Ruland Jul 2014

And with a hollowed heart I
breathe in this batch of brimstone.
I feel the burn and disintegrate as the
high--low?--takes me away.
"Ascension," and "declension" are
irrelevant when your ups are downs and
downs are spent getting back up.

With this splintered heart I
drown myself in rotgut.
I taste the misery and know
I am incomplete.
The sauce take off the edge,
but blurs the lines that much more.
I walk the line, unsure, how
close I am to
tumbling off the cliff.

With an angry heart I
type an angry text.
Every letter bears my indignation--
a seal of my consent.
I sit there for awhile and
wallow in black contempt.
I toss it against the wall and watch it
shatter into it's little pieces.
It's broken in such a way
it can't be put back together.
Fate is such a cruel mistress:
you live your life and then you're
subjected to tumult and torment.

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