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Knock Knock at your door
I'm here today to give you more
Hard I come to the core
My in and out may leave you sore
Words I pile to make you smile
Moments of magic keept on file
Expression of thought done with style
Write poems that rhyme I go extra mile
Good vibrations sent out each day
Many a reason why I walk this way
Inner child comes out to play
Can't see the wind yet trees still sway
Knock Knock please let me in
In eye of the beholder lives the sin
Justice blind create the spin
From foundation of loss we build the win
Open doors endless halls
No more doubt bring down the walls
Take a stand pick up those who fall
Tap into greatness within us all.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
The other night you said
You could never love like this again
Your stare piercing each vessel
As it squired uncomfortably
Underneath my skin
Everybody knows
Just exactly what it is I did
There’s no holds barred, now
and I plan to go down with my sin
She holds her breath
Praying she doesn’t see her again
It’s own sick form of torment
To the transgressor and the transgressed
Every time a car rolls by
“Has she come to take you, is the time here yet?”
For her it isn’t if, it’s when
I gave away what was not mine to squander
and You’ll call me a liar, worse yet
but For every shred
Of evidence I left
I too left the key for your vengeance
and I hope you’ll wield your weapon wisely
For this shot,
Its the last one I’ve got
So I ram the rod down the shaft
Compressing the powder
Lick my fingers clean
Of the filth I’ve wallowed in
I’d shed a tear, but what’s left is a monster
The girl I was, she won’t come back to haunt you
She’s given up too much hope for that
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
“This’ll be her last winter”
My father says in a
Soft sort of way
The same words I’ve heard him say
Countless times before
He always had an understanding
Of life and death
and A quiet acceptance of both
As we drove the road sides
Were littered with bodies and snow
Corpses waiting until spring
To decompose
He’ll never worry again
About being the last one left
The people mill about as if
Nothing’s changed at all
but He can’t stop looking at
The place where she used to sit
and It hasn’t quite sunk in yet
That she’s gone, forever
He’ll never see her again
She’s never coming back
and He can’t shake the feeling that
He no longer belongs in this place
He can’t move on and he
Can’t go home
Because she is dead
She is dead and he’s
He is the one that remains
This was her last winter and she
Nearly made it through
He holds his tea between his fingers
and Looks at me as he whispers,
“This’ll be my last, too.”
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
When I saw that the black had permeated
Every last vein, nail, and hair
and That it finally stopped to rest
Deep inside me, somewhere
I pulled out my best knife
and I rolled up my sleeves
Without thinking, I tore open the skin
and What I found wasn’t regret, but relief
I watched as one by one
They milled about and then out of the room
They stopped to peer inside the box
Before they left, they each caught
A glimpse of the beast that
Loomed underneath
No one dared to touch the thing
The oddity that had become me
So I guess they wouldn’t have known
I was harmless back then
I wasn’t a monster yet
I guess it doesn’t matter now
Like everything else, it’s water under the bridge
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
It was November in Houston
I remember because the leaves
Were crunching under my feet
and The air had this stagnant, hot feeling
but The breeze was cool
and Soothing to me
Just cool enough for long sleeves
She lived just up the street
I had a place to park my car and put my things
She was a piece of work, to put it lightly
Better it be her than me
I was a monster back then
but I didn’t know it yet
Sometimes ignorance
Has a kinder effect
Amazing the things that stick to us as we grow
Things burrowed so deep that we don’t even know
She wanted so badly
To believe that she loved me
That what we had was
Something of meaning
She took me to a psychic,
A palm reader
In hopes she could fix things
Instead I did coke in their picturesque bathroom
and Met you in the car after my fix
Thinking about it now makes me sick
but Like you always say,
“It is what it is”
That was a decade ago
Almost a lifetime
Another person ago
A different time in my life
I’ve closed the door
and In my mind
I’ve left the mirror girl behind
I watched her face pale
As she stepped back into the mist
Then she slipped into the darkness,
Irretrievable
and The part that wants to drive
This whole mess into the canyon
Drew great satisfaction
From my demise
Her eyes faded to black
and It seemed almost familiar
I can almost put my finger on it
I guess either way, though
I’d prefer the ladder
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC