"theend" poems
at theend
of the day
theking goes
back in the
samebox
as thepawn.
Right next to the guns, poppers and wedding rings. Right next to the forgotten kings words written in pages bent but unread, revealed and sent like bullets found a gun bed. Stories woven and unwoven through the magic of attachment.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
50 shades of ****** up,
I've ventured deep within you.
...scrutinized every centimeter,
every corner,
of that perplexing cavernous mind of yours.
*I
fell
in
love*
...but somewhere between "I" and "love"
I found myself stumbling into the spaces between them.
I knew you were too weak
to catch me but
those cogent promises,
that compelling voice,
how could I not succumb, baby?
I never doubted you and that was my downfall.
I stood in the gap for you,
defended you,
when anyone pestered me with pessimism.
There's this saying about....
...a log being in your eye
yet you're trying to take a speck out of someone else's;
Let's just subliminally throw the ***** laundry out.
Out of all the wrongs I've ever done,
I'm able to say,
**"I never cheated."
"I never gave up."
"I was always there for you."
"I kept my promises."**
kinda distasteful that you can't, huh?
tbc has been discontinued.
TheEnd.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Admit it- you feel like it's ending-
the thinking, the talking,
the knowing,the looking,
the living, the loving
It's ending.
You follow the everything
with the palm of your hand
transformed in the world you were
once promised.
And you only know it for an instant.
And that's all it takes, anymore.
Love, for an instant.
Think, for a moment.
Live, though it's fleeting, out loud.
It's ending. Your true life-
the one you wanted to live-
is the victim of expectation,
of answering, of following.
It's ending. Admit it.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC