October 2009
1 post
The Life of a Dreamer
I can’t handle the looks that they’re giving, So tonight I will leave the world of the living, and travel into the world of dreams, Held together by infinite stitches and seams. I balance on a thread as I walk to a whole new world. Met all the strangers whose lips were curled. Mr. Unknown dressed in borrowed clothes, Who has secrets so dark, he strikes a friendly pose. I am this man....
September 2009
3 posts
Shoes
On the dark and lonely street the sounds of two running feet echoed in the midnight air. He runs in his mud stained shoes, from the the life he did not choose. “It’s not fair, It’s not fair” Those footsteps seemed to say, but he keeps running anyway.
THE ROOM
Every night I’m taken to a room, where the darkest thoughts seem to consume In this room there is a mahogany chair, and a rope at which I can only stare, lying on the floor are miscellaneous things, I look outside and only the vultures sing. A requiem for all the things I know just like trees mourn seeds that don’t grow. I grab the rope and sit on the chair, twisting it in my hands...
An Effort to fix you
You won’t tell me what’s going on but I can guess, I can see something bleeding in your chest. something so delicate, something so fragile, something that can be fixed, but not for a while. Molehills grew into mountains, sinks to fountains, and maybe It’s the blessings I should have been counting, not the sins of the past, the times that didn’t last, or haunting...
August 2009
3 posts
to my bro
demokrat:
we’ll have our day in the park. i promise you this, like i promised you when we were kids. we’ll eat pepperoni pizza, ice cream sandwiches, and we’ll sit in banana boxes til the sun goes down.
For all of my loves
Do you remember the days where I played in the sand, and after we crossed the street and i held your hand? fortunate enough to catch the ice cream truck coming and we were first in line despite those kids running. you’ve been working so hard to provide my necessities, leaving the door open because mom i forgot my keys. Do you remember when you were pretending to be my dad? A pillow of...
Breathless
Breathless here are the words for you I couldn’t prep, because I’m terrified of that first step. It’s like im underwater-gasping for air, in my mind there is a small but growing tear. When I see you I can’t even take a breath, always trying to breathe but no air is left, because i see you in both sides of my brain, the coward in me sees my courage slain. Jekyll wants this,...
July 2009
1 post
Hearts On Sleeves And Make Believe
My memory’s blurred, but I’m somewhat sure that tonight you said words that traveled like birds, across the air and along the skyline, as I took some swigs and dragged on cigs, and blew out rings that travel with wings, and your birds start to talk to mine. they say they love, their times above, because when they land, there are no hands, for them to hold. In flight they fight...
June 2009
1 post
The River
I woke at nine in the morning, with a sense of hurt and mourning. I will let you both fade to black, dark memories pushed to the back, of a mind that’s racing around, top of my head but it thinks down. here I am lying on the ground, swimming in air, in which I’ve drowned. Pushing back the tears that I’ve wept, Regretting promises not kept. floating along in this river,...
May 2009
2 posts
The Last Laugh
I flicked my lighter, a fire comes to my eyes, as opposed to the cold stares, when I tell my lies. Leaning back, I breathed a dark cloud over my head, There was nothing I could have done, or have said, That would have deserved a week in which I wish I died There was nowhere I could run to, and nowhere to hide, From this dark cloud, or all this pain I have felt I’m trying to play these cards...
Cold Week
Cold week, Cold, weak. Slow speak, Low, meek. Dead sweat, Head, wet. Don’t fret, Not, yet. Days of ice, memories of nice. Cold week. I’m scared, Don’t, dare. Not there, Not, fair. Fogged breath, thoughts, death. No rest, Long, test. Days of frost, Love was lost. Cold week. Blood flows, I, know. Head low, Can’t, go. Can’t stay, Can’t, pray. Lost way, Cost, pay....
April 2009
7 posts
“It’s going to take a monumental effort,
to preserve the crumbling statue...”
– Myself
Father's Day AKA Death In The Family
I take a book from my shelf, It’s worn down spine, and it’s waterlogged pages, could only further my interest. The beginning pages unravel, mysteries, heroics, happiness. A feel-good book, to read on a rainy day. Rain. In the story it’s raining. The main character sleeps, and dreams of the day he passed. He saw his grandfather, an ever-present character. Together, eating dinner...
Bonnie and Clyde- Parts 1,2,3
I went from having everything to none at all, I was on top of the world, then i started to fall. I was looking down and you were looking up, Baby you always fill my half-empty cup. We can be modern day Bonnie And Clyde, So girl I’m asking you to come with me for a ride, Please hop in, I want you by my side, For tonight, we Can let instincts be our guide. You hesitantly hop in and ask me...
Somewhere In Between
All this while I pushed hopeful thoughts out of my head. I tried to see in colors but I could only see red. And beneath it all were people that I once knew, Beneath our big lies hid small remnants of true. The lives, the lies, the sighs, the cries, The highs, the goodbyes, the tries, Were all part of something we pushed aside. some of us tried to beat it, some of us for the ride. Whatever we...
Everything That We Look For (And Cannot Find)
Everything we look for (and cannot find) I was trying to find diamonds but i got coal. I got bronze when i was looking for gold. I found nickel in a silver mine Everything i looked for, I could not find I lost what I never owned. I couldn’t see what I wasn’t shown, So How could I have known, that our love was not for sale, but on loan. These moments we have are so few, but...
Damages
They tell me to focus on the little things, these little questions, and the confusion they bring. and if the devil’s in the details, then god is vague, as I pray for healing, I get one more plague. something that eats away at me like cancer, Asked so many questions, and got so few answers. I’m trying so hard to find something with meaning, but apathetic tendencies is where...
The Day I Wish I Had Stayed In Bed
I woke up yesterday, and I felt like garbage. This is what i came up with. It’s one of those days where I lie in bed, And wish to myself that I was dead. I woke up and I’m a broken mess. I am weary but there will be no rest. I’m sick, I’m tired, of looking like my best. I can’t hold these feelings against my chest. I go downstairs, my feet freeze on the floor. ...