Thursday, October 3, 2013

Discontent

Discontent. That's the only word I can use to describe how I'm feeling at the moment. The same slow sinking feeling that plagued me when you were around, or rather, when you weren't. What lasted for what seemed like forever was finally lifted, seeped away over time, its corrosive tentacles drawing back into the shadows.

And yet now, it's gripped me again, and as far as I know it's not because of another one of your forms. Why, after so long has trouble finally reached paradise. The feeling of isolation, of suffocation, it's just come out of nowhere. All there is to do is wait and see.

I've recovered from much worse, but this bruise will take its time to heal.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Never really was the upper hand speaker,
Tried on the shoes and became the main feature,
Playing the drunkard with the motor mouth,
That false expression and robes of clout.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Hysterical

A growing wave
A letting go
Who am I to refuse their call


The dancing letters rise into the sky
Eyes roll back to see them fly
Time like molasses passing by


So I give up all control
I let the words burn me up
And the wave consume my soul



Thursday, September 20, 2012

Hard Bargain

Love isn't a thing, it's a verb.
It's something you do, and something you fall out of practice if you haven't done it in too long. You forget what to do, forget what to say, forget the past and its ghostly face.
I'll keep myself numbed and distracted with all these immediate things because somehow I feel like if we don't work out and I succeed elsewhere, it'll feel like I've traded this off for my success.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Crimson Ice

She's a complicated cypher,
A timebomb right beside her.
He ticks on and rips her age right open,
And tears everyone to shreds.

He's broken her compassion,
No attention to reaction.
Atextual with no attraction,
Any softness in her dead.

Feeding on and on in silence,
Asexual and violent,
Bubbly on the surface,
But frozen to the touch.

Her synthesized lines, wide eyes and smile,
Her heart bloody and light while a smile resides,
On this childish disguise,
Slowly turning to rust.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Lead

Standing on the edge,
with a gun to my head,
just waiting to pull the trigger.

Cold hard metal stinging at my hands,
Singing in the wind,
As another gust greets me.

Another half step,
Teetering on the ledge,
Giving it all up cause there's nothing left.

Through the mist, haze,
Sun rays and tears,
She appears.

Angelic smile,
Eyes with shards of green,
Watching placidly.

Back from her voyage through the stars,
With her own fair share of wounds and scars,
She puts the fear of god back into me.

Welcoming smile and arms outstretched,
My hands wander up back to her neck,
Her angel wings beat heavily,
Carrying us back to where we're meant to be.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Debark Here

I am Ed's complete lack of surprise.

She isn't a motel,
Love isn't first come first serve.
You don't all get in line.
I wasn't put on reserve.

No matter how much I want her,
She isn't just a prize.
She isn't a reward,
That I can just claim as mine.

So I guess we'll see what happens,
As an old poet once said.
Why don't I feel anything,
Is my heart really that dead.