Monday, September 24, 2012

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

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

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

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.

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.