"regert" poems
A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end.
black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the
after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper.
Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh.
In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn?
Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear.
Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless
desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor.
A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within.
Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last.
Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross.
Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert.
Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb.
I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role.
Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often.
But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view.
A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass.
Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought.
A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone.
Maybe faces passed now can be given light.
through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page.
Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same.
To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point.
words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting.
I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but
never you.
Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time.
The end till next time
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
i live in a sufficatin hell seeing every one **** up.
there is only pure anger for what we have be came
we are only macheins that have rules to be slaved by the government.
we dye we cry we suffer our lives end with just a single button
I live in darkness with no light.
I live in this hell seeing society become a threat.
i live in hell seeing innecent people dye from people who attck there life.
i just watch the world turn seeing nothing but insent blood shed that has lost the most import people who can heal the mistakes
i live in my own hell seeing every day blood shed taking familys to death.
i have words to say but seeing your own friend get taken out by warfare (WHAT THE **** i live in my own hell seeing just **** rip apart people
i live in this world that has no boundries no limits no nothing. just blood shed with no regert
i live in this world full of danger i always have to keep my sences up to be awaerar of the next move
i live in a world of hell where there is nothing to stop by boundries just blood shed
my own living hell is everyday trying just to survive as time goes on
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Never sit on a train
with two slices of lemon
on your head
for one
those lemons
don't go with your two blue eyes
and two
they burn like hell
three
you have to explain
to those whom have been watching you
your not man
just excentric
flutter your saw eyes
which you regert now
ether that
or stand up and take a bow.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC