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Torin Jun 2016
Skies are blue
So are eyes
Oceans too

Love is red
So is blood
Passions too

Pain is black

I wanted to paint a rainbow on a soul
But I have no color
My brush is only tempting fate

Pain is black
So is night
And darkness too
Torin Jun 2016
I swear these birds do not fly on wing
The sky is heavy
Undiluted gravity
Unbecoming gravitas
A party in the sky
Persona non grata
And what becomes?
Theatre where the stars won't act
The comedy of tragedy
Lives uncompelling melodrama
A panorama
Forgetting the hope
Of kaleidoscopes
I know these birds will not sing
Spring has come and gone
Now the underbelly dreamers
Are left to whither with fault
Sweltering festering heat
Summer suns to burn our skin
And leave us only wishing that we could be cold again
That the leaves should shrink and fade
And all the trees are dead
These songbirds of a winter ending
I held such hope aloft
And saw a symbol in their flight
I saw love inside a light
A beauteous sight
But even glorious wings
Fade from my eyes
In solemn nights
Torin Jun 2016
No quiero decir
Pero las flamas
Las alas
Quemando
Volando
Mi alma
Mis planetas in revolucione sobre el sol
No quiero decir
Pero
Te digo
Es necesidad
Tu eres la tierra
Me veyes en ciello
Tu eres la playa
Yo soy el mar
Hemos sido creados el uno al otro
Su vida es suficiente para hacer que te cuente
Te digo
Torin Jun 2016
I will drop
D
   R
      O
         P
Drop
Each ounce of energy

Its not silly blood upon a page
It is soul
Life force
Every star I am born from

Transmogrified into words

Still

I will
Bleed
Lose my teeth
From biting too hard
I'll suffer the scars

I know
And it hurts me
I know
When you look up in the night

You don't see stars

Let the words
Be said
Unheard
Torin Jun 2016
Beautiful scar
I saw a chasm in my skin
A deluge
A mount of Venus
The angels took their hands
And forced upon my palm a deeper meaning
I saw it bleed
I felt the pain
No head line can account for this
No love line can amount to this
No lifeline
No imperfect star
Only knives
Sharpened by whetstone
And gleaming with meaning
As they steady carve your name into my salt
You were the razor
I was the skin
You were my love
I swear to god
Even the tears you shed found a way to cut me
Cut me deep
And I bleed your touch
My screaming nerves
my fragile flesh
My paper skin
I offer up
In all my wounds I know your heart
And as I heal I know your hope
It is a line on soft tissue
A forever
A beautiful scar
Torin Jun 2016
She cries
She cries glorious drops of sweetest honey
Tears that melt away the obdurance that has become my heart
It's a world we know
Where man grows cold
Skin a minefield
Love a faded tombstone covered in vines
Soul a name that can't be read etched upon a stone
Decaying bones
Frozen wilds
And her warmth
She cries
She cries a boat on a mythic river
Excretions from some north September skies
Her salt a raindrop
On my barren dusty life
She cries the ocean from her eyes
And in her face I'm drowning
Dying for a taste
She cries
And it reminds me
In a stark and ugly world that made me numb
There is still something
Worth feeling
She cries
She cries ink down her cheek leaving a tattoo of my name
And giving me hope
She cries
But I will be the one to dry her eyes
Torin Jun 2016
I guess
      All is not lost
             Because I have my feet
My shoulders
Stress and strain

Buckle under

The weight of the world

I have my dreams
But
I don't know how to make them be

Im sure if I search long enough
For peace
I'll find a cave where no mans been
And die unkown

But still
      All is  uncertain
              Even the bones and shoes I wear
My mind is a king light
And a train wreck

I still fear dinosaurs

My fathers fossils

Even my feet
I'll take another unsure step
And hope it leads me to where you are

Or I can fall

And
     Never
             Stand
                   Back
                 Up
Again.....

Hells infinity
Heavens ephemeral

I guess
     All is not lost
             Because I still have my feet

And I'm eager to take another step
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