#rattle
It was always far too quiet
And rarely did I talk
But the silence that persued me
Means I rattle when I walk.
Often, it becomes my haven
Where silence would else lay
My head is a deserted grave
The rattling keeps the silence at bay.
A few pills will make some noise
Too many makes a lot
But if I am filled all the way up
The rattling will stop.
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 6:09 PM UTC
Shadows dancing on the walls
Whispers creeping through the walls
Doors rattling by the walls
People laughing behind the walls
Closed off quarters
But water seeps through
It's likely torture
When it reaches you
Shadows dancing on the walls
Whispers creeping through the walls
Doors rattling by the walls
People laughing behind the walls
Stuck between walls
Neither far nor near
They start closing in
I don't want to die in here
Shadows dancing
Whispers creeping
Doors rattling
People laughing
All in the walls.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
Blargh, (repulsed)
Blue moon, blue moon? (playful calling)
Where are you?
Where have you been?(tender)
Blue moon, blue moon? (loneliness setting in as you gaze out awaiting the train that never arrives)
What have you seen?
Blue moon, blue moon? (heavy hearted)
I've had a dream, (sigh) I've had a dream. (side gaze with a sigh)
A slot of open and a bash of delight. (guileless)
(Sigh)
Oh, blue moon, blue moon? (glum)
Where are you tonight?
I need to leave this area! (fiery rage)
I want to leave this area? (curious)
yes?! (erratic)
To leave this area? (humble bewilderment)
To leave behind the crazed and the immature, the delinquants and the tyranny (assertive)
Such dispair lies within their minds, lost like the foggy winters depth. (anguish)
To wonder, if there will ever be a smile lay upon their ashened faces. (heartened)
The once rosy and pleasant of all chosen places. (sweet blossom enriched with the crisp warmth of mulled wine)
They went and they came, but never accepted, so left behind they became dilapidated. (nonchalant)
Taken by their own obsessions! (dejected)
Like the creaks of the night, they became the howls of the moon. (like cool chills upon the face, the bitter kiss of Jack frost scratching at your door(dead as the night, even the beat of your heart echoes))
Oh, blue moon, Blue moon!? (weep)
Where are you? (nonchalent)
A ponder here sat patiently waiting. (self pity)
Blue moon, Blue moon? (inquisitive)
Why have you left me? (sorrow)
We've been here soo long, so patiently waiting. (tearful)
So far no good, the cries not answered, will there ever be a moment of joy or will they ever be belated. (faded like the mist of the seas, leaving the bitter taste of salt upon the lips)
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
If my words were like a gun
There would be smoke coming off my tongue
I don't think about life during a sunrise,
During a sunset or a star showered night.
I think about life eating a plate of nachos,
Drinking too much coffee with my wife.
I know in a big picture, I don't make the portrait
But when they torch these walls, I'll help restore them.
I can keep calm with a poker face like you,
But truth is, I'd rather be a joker getting wild with the twos.
I'm one of the few honest liars left
And we don't rattle. We don't rattle.
It's an odd feeling knowing the words,
That keep me up at night,
Won't matter once they're out, still unheard
Only said as the emotion lingering in my head.
I lie in bed putting my thoughts to rest
Sliding my finger to turn the page
Back to the real world behind the stage
Of a notepad and metophorical pen
Because a digital thought looks neat,
If only you saw the backspacing eraser
Scribbling out all my waste you'll never meet.
But we don't rattle. We don't rattle.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
Marry feast
marry fist
and marry feast be over
Tables turned
scraps
dancers turned to fighters
drama
a violent rattle
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
bones of truth
rattle in the cupboard
and they make for
a most disconcerting
sound
like as if the conscience
of past foul deeds
are awakening
to be relived
again
they who hear the bones
being haunted throughout life
the rattling in the mind
that petrifying fife
no key keeps
them suppressed
ever they'll
wish to be heard
and the possession
of them
so unsettling
the beholders
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
The town is ravaged, as you take your looks away from me
So begins the life long battle
Waiting for the roads to rattle
And i rise to face the day
That gives me the pain
And break my chain
And ravage the town in vain
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
They rattle inside my head, thoughts of you bouncing of the walls.
They jump and fly in and endless chase, as my mind begins to race
They chain me and consume me, control me with their power
Thoughts of you trap me like a jail covering up my mind
And yet they set me free, like nothing before
Shining a light in darkness as they hold me tight within
Images of past and future flash across my eyelids
Memories battling hopes
Thoughts of you cause battles to ensue and destruction of my mind
And yet they bring a calming peace, with images of a happy time
Thoughts of you rattle inside my head bouncing of the walls. Slowly driving me insane
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC