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Torin Aug 2016
All the signs are red
Sign of the ram
As I see a noose hanging over my head
Sign of the ******
I can fall into
Announcing my intentions
I'm only here
Until I'm nothing anymore
All the signs point too
Stars amount to blood
And I know a knife and my verdant flesh
Time that I bleed
I can sink until
My head is far beneath
I only breath
If I can find the air
Torin Aug 2016
I'm so tired
   Of the trying
The way I play with words
  Saying more with less
And the only lesson I have learned
Be
Simple
For
The
Masses
Are
                       Simple
Now come up
    Comeuppance all at once
Amateurs that strike against
    The professional
Its a lesson taught against from
Poets
Deaf
Dumb
Blind
And
Cynical
                       Simply said
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Torin Aug 2016
Just
For once
True light may shine
That there could never be
An end to the ocean
Only waves
Only tides
Just

Wait and wash over my body
Wait as the weight I can carry so far
Loses weight in the infinitesimal ocean
And then
There were you're eyes
There were you're dreams

Just
Right now
The shore sees the sun
And the ocean outlives us all
We are merely salt
In the water
Only shells
Just

Give as I give my into it
Live As though years are invention
Just another way the reign of man
The hopeless end
Our bones pick up blunted weapons
Fights against the rain

It's only water
And as simple as it seems
Its only water
That drowns out everything

There is life in the ocean
The lunatic laughs as she takes her life
Whence life began
We make believe it's some ending
Torin Aug 2016
A symphony of saxophones may announce
These words are less than sound
Make it safe to breathe
As my mind goes finding deadly places

Anyone is anywhere at all
And all that really matters
Maybe I can feel
Even feel I'm dying

A gospel from the prophets must announce
This skin is empty now
Give me blood to bleed
As I break my shape into painful pieces

Always even if the dark is whole
And nothing really matters
Maybe I can see
A little glimpse of light
Torin Jul 2016
So ends the season
You haven't known god since she left
When you truly lived in the streets
Wondered at the conversations you never heard
And drove past a building everyday
You never once have been inside of
I think the price for these scars is too high
I think the sun sets in a new way each time
I think the skyline I can see from my window
Is only a dream
I think the light's playing tricks on my eyes
Only colors and shapes
But what to believe in
And what is the reason?
You haven't known god since she left
So ends the season
Torin Jul 2016
We will live,
In the sun burst that guides us through morning,
In the song of jubilant worship,
In the arms of the light,
In the hands
And the mind
We will live

As I couldn't ever touch without the feeling,
And I couldn't ever feel unless I know,
We will live as the dreamers of bodies,
Surrounded by shadows

We will live
In the scars of constellations,
In the beauty once wrought with despair,
In the hair of a sunrise,
In the skin
And the heart
We will live

As I couldn't ever see without your gaze,
And I'm only ever painted as your eyes,
We will live as the truth to believe in,
Surrounded by lies
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