#horseman
The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time
Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down
A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal
You’re flying now
You see things much more clear than from the ground
It’s all okay, it would be
Were you not now halfway down
Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top
But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound
Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down
I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down
I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
I take my imaginary pen
I write down my anger
I close my eyes and count to ten
just to breathe a little longer
It's laughable really
when I see you justifying
Sure, you're all touchy-feely
only goodwill, so hard-trying
When you said that to me
where was your heart at?
Why calling me your better-half-to-be
when all you wanted was a shoulder pat?
Oh you, with your wonderful poetry,
oh, lies so beautifully written down
please just stop, you don't know no poverty
in your emerald sea everything you wanted me to believe is to drown
I never thought you would make me think
the worst of you instead
And I swear I could only stand and stare and shrink
when you didn't care to lose your head
Now you haunt me like the headless horseman
and you will forever
but I do not worry for my sanity, oh boy of thoughts turned cyan
I walked with ghosts before and a headless one is so less clever
And if you ever come back looking for this head of yours
Think twice, try a little bit harder wannabe
It might stick out of the sand at your emerald sea shores
Your love for me was never poetry
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
You are all the things
That are wrong with you
It's not the alcohol
Or the drugs
It's you, alright?
It's. You.
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
I sat alone
the train car bouncing
and saw the flash of red
Perhaps if not
I might just be
Going out of my head
However it's true
the crimson blaze
that was set before my eyes
I watched the world
get burned to ash
yet I don't feel surprised
This dreading feel
That pours within
from the depths of my soul
Takes me o'er
And leads my out
assuming all control
As horsemen clad
In various garb
pour from within the flame
I hear a voice
call out to me
so violent and yet so plain
The voice tells me
That I must run
lest I face my doom
Still i'm enticed
To further on
into the smoky fumes
I fall to the ground
my head on the dirt
body and mind both numb
You see my love
the horsemen sang
the end has already come
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Searching to and fro, frantic for knowledge
Not for its sake but for ours in others' eyes
A furious horseman riding hard, driven
By ancient whisper, resonant in our being
A wake of destruction: death and progress
Blind to mind's eyes sight of mysteries
Is a recent gift poured out on all man
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC