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An alcoholics duet.Take the void,
take the noise,
take everything that reminds me of what I destroyed.
Fill in the spaces
that are left between these places
that we've been.
I'm finding traces
of all these faces
etched in my memories.
To infinity, to Atlantis,
to everywhere we danced at,
and the shame that came,
for the acts that I've been blamed.
Where's my rhythm
and my partner,
the music is dying,
this is so much harder.
The drinks that brought us to this brink,
and we blink and struggle to think,
but the glasses clink and our minds just shrink.
The path doesn't matter,
but then again,
neither does the destination.
The Weathered SentinelLike a stone face carved in the cliff side,
eyes always open,
with lungs charred
The constant rain beats him down,
the lightning tears him and sears him,
the wind has left him raw and chilled,
but he still stands,
and his hands
clenched with pain and despair,
once again open to hold and to help,
only for the wounds to show again.
The seething song played,
the words that he will say,
Locked behind pursed lips,
because the ship
into the deep,
where these words he will keep.
The ocean holds secrets like no other,
and that is where the weathered sentinel will find his death.
Pale faced liar.Dropping to the depths.
You feel me now?
You taste like the many sea creatures floating to the surface,
upside down and festering.
You use your mouth for a lot of things,
and I can say that talking is the worst one.
The infinite babble of an idiotic brook,
the words trickling over ivory stones.
Vile, pink slug.
Your eyes are just tombstones,
cold and lackluster like the granite,
my name chiseled,
So it says my sanity died?
Please, tell me more.
Let me bring justice to this fact.
Show your face to me,
I would like to see the red flee from your cheeks
as the verbal knife is plunged into you.
Pale faced liar.
Schrodinger's DaughterAsk me what it feels like to
Synchronously stalking my echoes.
The Tick is maddening.
I want to live,
You want to kill me,
But we get the best of both worlds,
I'm a filthy paradox.
Physics don't apply in the safety of a box.
I can feel the walls
Absorb my heart
You don't even know
The Tick continues.
Like a parasite,
Feeds off of my sanity,
Fueling the thought experiment
And the glorious madness to keep me here.
Oh, when does it end?
It is to the point
Where I am unsure.
"Existence is vague, postulated"
And two endings are both
Possible and eminent
Not or. not yet.
So where am I left?
Held outside the boundaries of this dimension.
Left to a growing insanity and the music of my questionable existence.
Look.I could go unnoticed
like the many insects
that run from your monstrous foot steps through the forest.
I could go undiscovered
like the treasure keeping secrets beneath the earth.
I could go ignored
like the sunny weather
when you're inside glued to the television.
But I'm right here,
if only you would open your eyes.
Afraid to stopI'm afraid
one day I will wake
and the verses of poetry will stop flowing through my veins.
Fear that the words will just silence themselves
and quit falling from my mouth
The art has become a part of me-
fused into the very essence of my being.
I am what I am
and hope to stay that way
til I am rotting in the ground, decaying.
with no rise to fame,
but the words still come
and the flame remains.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
Close.Maybe I could slip back into your heart,
the way I slipped in between your thighs.
Maybe I could hold you again,
but it will be to my surprise.
I am always here,
trying to show you my heart,
but then I hide it well,
out of fear you would tear it apart.
I try to show you how things could be,
through sacrifice and giving,
but if you were not in my life,
then it would hardly be worth living.
If you knew I wrote this now,
you would never want to see me again,
I cannot help the way that I feel,
but I know that I am just a friend.
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