"abandond" poems
She loves me,
she loves me
please love me I can do
anything, in an instant,
I can make the Greatest,
Nothing.
I can turn away from
it all.
I promise, you know
right.
an eternity felt in moments
paradise abandond,
maybe for a moment
what is to be done with all these moments
stories
proof
pitiful
every emotion the same
every tick of the massive Clock,
this ever growing wasteland of
moments.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
JEROME
you mar
her skin the colour
of midnight and dawn
like a palette
your mother never brought you
because she was too busy opening her leg
like a gastro pub
the one you have to wait in line to
with the sign "WE'RE CLOSED"
only one deadman short
they tell you to love her
the right way
leave her gasping but breathing
standing but swimming
but what
when someone's right is another person's wrong
but how
when you still don't know
house is a building and home is the person
so ******* blame her for
thinking you don't love her when these red and blue
painting her skin is
your version of love bite
and the hallow on her cheek is because your hand
wants to be kissed too
just like your heart
but too bad your father scooped it up and sold it on a
secondhand store with no return policy
blame her
for building a bridge only to set them on fire
and hope for asphalt to surface
or footsteps by the sand with LED sign ' HEAVEN IS HER
but what
when you can't even differentiate whether love is
bliss or rupture
but how
when not even a shooting star can find their way back
so blame her
by loving the **** out of her
chase her until
she runs away
draw her name in abandond graveyards
because god knows how you hope
she can be their salvation
and when she is, maybe, just maybe she can
be yours too
but never ever blame her for
leaving you because
you know
you splatter so many colors on her
how she is no longer a centerpiece of
a masterpiece
how your romantic grandeur ends up a VIP spot
on the living room couch
how you beg until
your knees scraped to its skull
for her to tie a noose one last time
don't blame her for the words that
clogs your lungs so hard you thought
you'd die because of it
don't blame her
never blame her
"What happened?"
"It was my fault anyway."
JEROME
oh, JEROME
hasn't anyone told you
a monster can be someone else's angel too?
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
I slowly watch as the dreams and plans i once made fade away in the land were i was born and raised we travel down the roades day and night moving towrds one thing insight a new life is what she wanted a time away frome the hell he started but moving makes me see the things i needed the dreams and planes fade away as we travel away from the land ok its time i say im afraid i wish everything wouldnt change i wish my dreams and plans wouldent have faded away but now were here and everythings clear my life is new but i have absoulutly no clue on what i should do should i run away or hide away no my life is moving and soon ill be new just as i am when i move im confused and i dont know what to do i feel alone and abandond at home but shes always there and i thank her for her care even though i feel alone im not im home my body may be still but my soul will always and forever will be moving
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
When a man found a rotting piano
In the woods of Germany,
Each unplayed note traveled through his red blood veins
up to his brain painting colors of wound and gas mask.
He could hear the music of war within each taste of sheltered forest air.
In his nails, shadows of bleed
and drops of motor oil,
the residue of sea salt from the hulls of ships.
The man
Thought of all the Jewish and non Jewish fingers
That never touched each key.
He played all the combinations of chords never played
On the tree trunk next to him.
The man felt his right fingers cramp,
Riger-mortic,
And saw his fallen brother behind the largest tree holding his palm the same way.
He thought of all the stiffened hands sitting in holes dug by living hands,
Hands begging for one more sip of water soup,
Hands begging for freedom,
Hands begging for death.
The man forgot his salt crusted boots.
The man couldn't forget how his gas mask could have saved two more hands to play the unplayed piano.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
That night we sat in a circle
And talked about the afterlife
What it is
And what it isn't.
That was the night
My godless world
Collided with your heavenly paradise.
Our words were lethel
But we were numb to the noise
We were too busy filling
Ourselves with Gods Poisen
To hear the angles scream
And our eyes became too heavy
To notice the Devils wicked grin
As he clipped the Angels wings.
That was the night we were alike
And you abandond everything
But you will deny.
Every Sunday morning
You will pretend to see God
And you will deny.
But the devil told me
He often thinks of that night
And laughs
Because the Angels still have trouble
Trying to fly.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Let the river bathe me oh highest king
For thine eye's are closed
To hell it seems
Wash away my sins so great
Abound me with your glory
So great
But do my ears deceive my mind
For sounds of darkness now climb
Into my empty mind at times
When lonely less
Stands by my side
So not forsake or abandon me
I feel the hands of him
Drag me from this place of peace
Down into
A space so bleak
Why doth you let me go
Did I not sing hallelujah
To your praise
Prey tell why this is so
That now my soul resides below
Rescue me I beg you now
For eternity taste so sour
And my eye's stay so blind
Below here amongst his kind
Now as I rest in soil so burnt
How my heart sinks
A lesson I've learnt
Yet still I belive in all that is written
While my world lays burnt
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC