"lockpick" poems
Block - unblock - block
Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked.
Mind screaming, silent dreaming
Mind hushed, dreams rush.
It seems like you are playing musical chairs,
I am free of you, but when the music stops.
When the world grows silent,
You sit in my mind again.
Unblock and stare at the words proclaiming "online"
Curiosity crawling up my spine.
Wondering if you ever opened our chat and stared as well.
Block - unblock - block
Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked.
Mind screaming, silent dreaming
Mind hushed, dreams rush.
Every time I see you
I feel we can start afresh, anew.
You smile, I smile.
We try to remain in denial.
We go on as just friends
We finally make amends
We pretend nothing happened.
Then something happens
My heart flutters,
But nothing can come of it,
So it shatters
I locked it again, but you are a skilled lockpick.
unblock - block - unblock
Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked.
Mind screaming, silent dreaming
Mind hushed, dreams rush.
I wait for your message to arrive,
You're no longer blocked, you're alive.
But it never comes,
I become numb.
My dreams are black,
Because if I sleep too deep,
I might miss your message back.
The memories creep.
I can see them sneaking over the fence,
Maneuvering through every defense,
Until it stands like a shadow learing over my bed.
A demon stuck in my head.
Block - unblock - block
Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked.
Mind screaming, silent dreaming
Mind hushed, dreams rush.
I am almost over you.
I have almost made it through
This tormented affair
This maze of dispair.
The memory of you no longer walks with me down the street,
I don't see you in the places we used to meet.
Your face doesn't burn in the back of my head,
But now you have crawled into my dreams instead.
My mind is working through the last bit,
But I am so exhausted.
So tired of fighting guilt and shame,
So tired of breaking all over again
Whenever I hear your name...
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Heart broken, heart shattered, but heart finally locked.
Mind screaming, but screaming a different song.
All of the dreams are finally gone.
It is over.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
so i took liberty's with my lockpick and freud's diary
and went in search of the reasons for dry thunder
and for pictures of the rain locked away in some peoples eyes
some hearts are waterlogged silent forests
grey clinging to the wet pine needles
some are deserts of the twilight
like dust gathering at the least disturbed path
their hearts are heavy with dry weight
i found her in the cold light of candles
mapping the unknown with her thin hand
her perfections chiseled softly into all of my senses
like a michelangelo paint by number sweet summer dream
her immediate and urgent presence on the night air
makes me breath in deep and feel to the bottom of my feet
that she is tenderness personified
she is light perfected
she is fresh off the pages of some steinbeck novella
she just has a grace that gives
she is in love with its concept and rumor
with lockpick in hand and the image of
old man freud smoking something funny in his pipe
traveled through this place with an eye to the depths
a girl out there provides a sultry version of hopes in a song
from within her place of televisions flickers
as i sit by the window shade as it stirs to life
approaching rain
the lockpick also comes to life
as the complexity's of a strangers smile
fluctuate in the eye
a grain of sand lodged in the crawlspaces of the mind
grinding in the gears of thought
the song drifts to an end
with her smile
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
Can you hear me, can you feel me?
You can feel me
purple spiderwebs mark my *******
proving that you can
so if you can feel me why can't you hear me
i think i said no
i said no
but you're invading me still
unwelcomed visitor.
I closed the door and you don't have a key.
but you don't require one, do you
you have a lockpick. a lockpick on each finger.
the skeleton key on your tongue.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Love long lost, it feels like years
Of foolish lockdown by festering fears
The door was locked, no lockpick in sight
And doors do not fall for the pleading of night
The wreckage was full of white whaling ghosts
Lifeless enemies who love a good boast
Meek mask of a man tied on a short leash
Madly whispering "nechoď ke mně blíž"
what once was lost hardly ever comes back
No matter how hard the great God gets begged
It's better to set this whole scene alfame fast
And watch reborn phoenix not burdened with past
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
I may be forgotten by history.
Win or lose both sides will despise me.
In battle, I will fight valiantly,
but in the end, I will die alone.
My weapons rust as time continues on.
Of my fallen friends, I'll sing a song.
In this endless battle, I will stay strong,
knowing I have no chance of winning.
Flattery has long since then been replaced.
To lie is no longer a disgrace.
Is there any honor in such a place
where the thieves and the murders thrive?
Becoming the best is that which I sought
But time in jail was all my efforts bought.
Escaping once held captive my thoughts,
But still in jail is where I do rot.
My lockpick is gone, my crossbow is too.
But one day again, I will debut.
Though I'm old, frail, and a bit out of tune,
The life of my work will never undo.
The young lads do earnestly aspire.
The old do after time retire.
Crime will decrease, or at times run higher.
No matter what, you can't douse our fire.
The law hates. Thieves destroy competition.
Old methods are gone despite petition.
Will they put an end to our life's mission?
Not as long as good and evil endure.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
Sometimes, I lie awake thinking
If there's a magic word
A fantastical phrase
A solemn song of our wonder years
That would make you return to me
I wonder the oddest of things
Where it must be stored
Who could guard such a treasure
And what it would take
To lockpick my way inside
And I die a bit more everyday
Suffocating from memories
Choking from dreams lost
And drowning in the deepest
Oceans of misery and regret
But, of all the sleepless thoughts
That rattle around
In the darkest corners of a broken mind
I think about the tears I've shed waiting
And the years I've let dance away
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC