Chords crashing on a silent reverie
Breaking a little, dancing on a string
to nowhere, where do you go?
A single flower on a wide open space
Eyes wide open, but
Mind shut.
Doctrines I teach you learn not
Only a missense mentality
But a dishwashed dream
of syllables I translate into the
Words
Every word I wish you'd believe
A boy on a fragment, a freefall, a forever fantasy
Final call for
Clean blue circles are not
But I don't.
I won't be the one
Fix you yourself
Too young, too dumb
Pretending clear skies on snow days
Nothing is solved, unhaze the craze and
Try.
A girl on a pinnacle, a pinwheel, a forever party
Twisting and turning each thought you do not
Why now, why you cannot explain
But rather do.
Only doing, doers fall
Don't fall
Forget all you ever wanted
Bleached frames of what you cannot see
But I do
That's what to do
I can't be the one to sing you itoldyaso's in three years
Itellyaso instead now
You and I,
a drift, a daze, a forever dance.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Shorts
Flashing hungry eyes
Terrified of lies (but only if I cry)
Poems of tomorrow, I surmise
will into portraits arise
Dark creatures lie with a sinister smile and inviting eyes
Eyeing the prize of a plan not executed
Properly
Proper figments of disguise
Shielding my lies, but wait,
I don't lie, I only try
yesterday's truths into tomorrow's byes
I decide
I control the sides of which stories I tell
Short-lived, short life, short cries
of temporary joy and reflecting upon my actions
I am victor, always
Good night.
Terrified of lies (but only if I cry)
Poems of tomorrow, I surmise
will into portraits arise
Dark creatures lie with a sinister smile and inviting eyes
Eyeing the prize of a plan not executed
Properly
Proper figments of disguise
Shielding my lies, but wait,
I don't lie, I only try
yesterday's truths into tomorrow's byes
I decide
I control the sides of which stories I tell
Short-lived, short life, short cries
of temporary joy and reflecting upon my actions
I am victor, always
Good night.
Archaeology
Clouds collapse on each other feeling
They've had their share of my burden
Mirrors transcend the powder you dust on my face
Painting me the way you want that day
It's wrinkled, you know, wrinkled and crow feet and fossils and dinosaurs and archaeology
But you assume me to break upon command,
Laugh upon words you feed to
others who differentiate not the blurred line
flying between perfection and possibility
Ah, I'd have you know every detail
But details remain fragments of complete truths I refuse to tell
You pretend to think to know to see through
but my outer layers and think we'd
intersect and intertwine
Cards and tricks I cannot mine
till beacons of hazy nights swallow mysteries into
the story of a time
Once in a limelight
Twice in a green light
Inconstant feelings sigh
They've had their share of my burden
Mirrors transcend the powder you dust on my face
Painting me the way you want that day
It's wrinkled, you know, wrinkled and crow feet and fossils and dinosaurs and archaeology
But you assume me to break upon command,
Laugh upon words you feed to
others who differentiate not the blurred line
flying between perfection and possibility
Ah, I'd have you know every detail
But details remain fragments of complete truths I refuse to tell
You pretend to think to know to see through
but my outer layers and think we'd
intersect and intertwine
Cards and tricks I cannot mine
till beacons of hazy nights swallow mysteries into
the story of a time
Once in a limelight
Twice in a green light
Inconstant feelings sigh
Brick Stones Unknown
Promise of a possibility
Wandering into brick stones unknown, and I
Break into a thousand shores, sure I
Ripped inside a tainted mind, following a
Promise of a path
Fingers losing their tension, their strength
Falling into toys of the player
Puppet on a string
I knew the master but he told me
I fly too high
Scolds me for my decisions, and I
Leave him with excuses to justify the
Quiet murmur in my mind
Walls swimming into papers on walls and
Air bubbling in clouds of unreality
Something escapes me
What words? And what feels?
Who feels? Who blurs
the fashion of the blacklight
Beaming on brisk fantasies and
Fade
Wandering into brick stones unknown, and I
Break into a thousand shores, sure I
Ripped inside a tainted mind, following a
Promise of a path
Fingers losing their tension, their strength
Falling into toys of the player
Puppet on a string
I knew the master but he told me
I fly too high
Scolds me for my decisions, and I
Leave him with excuses to justify the
Quiet murmur in my mind
Walls swimming into papers on walls and
Air bubbling in clouds of unreality
Something escapes me
What words? And what feels?
Who feels? Who blurs
the fashion of the blacklight
Beaming on brisk fantasies and
Fade
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Out My Window
Shades of inner gray color the words I cannot find,
sharing three sides of the same story
Blue cuts into gray skies, just as I
Swallow and sing each breathy lyric and meet
the disillusioned me bursting into ballad but
stay above the surface
sharing three sides of the same story
Blue cuts into gray skies, just as I
Swallow and sing each breathy lyric and meet
the disillusioned me bursting into ballad but
stay above the surface
Sentence.
Distilled water
Illuminates the thoughts to
Save two lives and
I
Leave light spirits heavy in the
Lateness of the hour
Unless I
Sacrifice roots for
Sentiments uncontrollably falling
Into a pattern
Of deliberate, sloppy
Nothingness.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Carefree Caresses & Careful Goodbyes
Sidestepped you drive off into a
Delusional sunset
Dawn breaks over your face and then
Nothing?
I'll say I understand,
you'll pretend to comprehend
the myriad of overflowing thoughts
Crowding the abyss of my mind and thinking
Shall I dwell? Nay,
I shant, for the weak dwell in the
crevasses of their overly complicated complications
Apathy, that's the word
They knew it best
I'd spent much time drawing your description
But it's simple, you see
Simultaneously I cannot state
the reasons I want to hear
trickling down a chocolate river
rich with delicacy and deliberation
Ah, that's the feeling that once was
Now falling behind
A child running to its mother,
only to find
a stern engraving in a carved stone
carefully crafting the history in my mind
Carefree caresses turn to careful goodbyes
Stuck in the throat of time
Find the reasons to say
Dreams aren't always the way
To clear yesterday's today
Sentiments you shared not
But realize I don't stop
to smell the flowers from last week
It's time to say
This lovesong is done
Best wishes, good luck, good day
Delusional sunset
Dawn breaks over your face and then
Nothing?
I'll say I understand,
you'll pretend to comprehend
the myriad of overflowing thoughts
Crowding the abyss of my mind and thinking
Shall I dwell? Nay,
I shant, for the weak dwell in the
crevasses of their overly complicated complications
Apathy, that's the word
They knew it best
I'd spent much time drawing your description
But it's simple, you see
Simultaneously I cannot state
the reasons I want to hear
trickling down a chocolate river
rich with delicacy and deliberation
Ah, that's the feeling that once was
Now falling behind
A child running to its mother,
only to find
a stern engraving in a carved stone
carefully crafting the history in my mind
Carefree caresses turn to careful goodbyes
Stuck in the throat of time
Find the reasons to say
Dreams aren't always the way
To clear yesterday's today
Sentiments you shared not
But realize I don't stop
to smell the flowers from last week
It's time to say
This lovesong is done
Best wishes, good luck, good day
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Hunger For Joy
Dried lips, milky teeth, and a calm stare
Countdown to the day I
Dream, not think, of a blue plane
Sharing some kind of hue to
Make a heart beat carefully
Calculated traces of silver
Lining the chambers of my heart
Thinking, "Where go you?"
Simper, and breathe louder
and softer
and sweeter
and simpler
Simply to see
me
No use, infiltrating the leaves of my thoughts
Writing a sensitive symphony of
Brown sugar candies holding out
For me.
Resolution for the strength to carry the wits of a thousand laughs,
a million seconds saved
Wondering if I should conceal, reveal, or lie
Flimsy things these heartstrings are
Plucking a chord inside a youthful, eternal, forever spring
But see, life is stronger than emotions,
or so I convince myself
These days, I'll scale the surface of this screen
Water stays still and
Vibrations will be stifled
By the hunger for
Joy.
Countdown to the day I
Dream, not think, of a blue plane
Sharing some kind of hue to
Make a heart beat carefully
Calculated traces of silver
Lining the chambers of my heart
Thinking, "Where go you?"
Simper, and breathe louder
and softer
and sweeter
and simpler
Simply to see
me
No use, infiltrating the leaves of my thoughts
Writing a sensitive symphony of
Brown sugar candies holding out
For me.
Resolution for the strength to carry the wits of a thousand laughs,
a million seconds saved
Wondering if I should conceal, reveal, or lie
Flimsy things these heartstrings are
Plucking a chord inside a youthful, eternal, forever spring
But see, life is stronger than emotions,
or so I convince myself
These days, I'll scale the surface of this screen
Water stays still and
Vibrations will be stifled
By the hunger for
Joy.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Good Luck Goodbye
Words
The words I would say
The words I planned to say
But so are you
Too many thoughts
Climb inside the abyss in my mind
Searching for a softer soul,
A softer lie,
A never goodbye
Tension runs up my sleeves
And down my arms
And then repreives
I tried
To find empty thoughts on an empty plane of
Geometry I can't explain
What are the things I mean to say?
To leave my lips peacefully
Grace shadows underneath my sleet
And I,
I see mirages
Drown the paintings I last
Saw in a somewhat silhouette
They fall
Maybe I fall?
But maybe I don't-
I never sent away the key
I never tried to take your sleep
Just rested my head on your mind
And never, never, keep...
Let the monstre eating away at my fears
Find the drain and make a home down there
Somehow-
I'll remember truth
Somehow-
I'll remember you
I'll get to you even if nowhere
Freezes my mind
And takes the hammer, shatters it to pieces
Will you pick me up?
Will you whispers words of silent reverie?
And forget a good luck goodbye
It's coming back...
To me.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sometimes
Sometimes I'm tired
Too tired to be strong
Can I get someone to be my strength?
Dammed enough tears,
Chastised the shriveled figure
A saltwater pool of ache
Sometimes I won't blame myself
Taint another soul
And anoint me the angel
White as the clouds I lay my dreams on
Hard words wreck the mind
Another lie, another love to caress
And maybe there'll be bandages
Sometimes I wish for vulnerability
Gray shades the smile lines in my frown
Save another tomorrow for today
Erase last night's REM nightmare
A boy in a corner carrying his life
On the edge of a thread
And threading me into his misery
Not mine to take
Sometimes I don't want the whole truth
Laugh at the fantasy of complete positivity
Cry at the thought of honesty
Wait, whose honesty? These eyes read
Between the lies sifting through the
Electronic system their thoughts process in
I know, I know, I know their truth
Ignorance instead calms my soul
Reaffirms my heart her her undying duty
Die another tomorrow, live double today
Weep some kind of yesterday,
And keep history forever ingrained in that
Crevice in the mind you'll never access,
But absolutely must.
Sometimes I want care,
Helpless little girl I never was
I was too busy hammering the steel
Into my chest's shining armor
What's that? I wear the chain metal?
Do you think me the knight?
You'd think with pretty eyes
And soulless mind I'd be the man,
A gallantry of idiocracy,
Don't insult the egotistic complex
You believe me to possess
My reputation's taught you well, no less
Sometimes I want understanding
The inner meaning I conceal in an
Aquamarine façade I colored
One hazy summer afternoon
Blindness afflicts your eyes, your mind
Unable to penetrate the gold in my heart
The gems I hide, reveal only to the deserving,
The ones who swim close to the border
Between appearance and reality
Sometimes I want to be.
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