My NameMy name is Utis.My Name5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silently I wait and watch
they stripped me of my rank and title
left me here alone
bribed me to pieces)
My name is Utis:
my arms are cold
and the tide of this sea
My name is nothing.
Tide by tide runs in and out
they stripped me of my name and title
told me where to wait, and when;
pray it dies silently)
My name is Utis;
the sky feels cold
but the tide of this sea
will care for me.
My fears, my sanity, selfishness, intellect,
foolishness, bravery, jealousness, self-respect,
names of the people I wanted to stay
the sea and the nothingness
wash them away.
My Name Is
SewingThe needle sweeps through flesh and boneSewing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it knows the path and it alone,
tearing, breaking, pushing, gliding,
cutting, healing, matching, sliding
it won't reckon pain as something
worth to stop its hurtful sewing.
Then the dust it settles and
the open wound is gone again;
still, up and down the needle goes
where's it going? Hope it knows.
It's all over us.In the end it's nothing, just another flaw to judge you by when you die. It's like the devil is taking tallies of the things you felt and did and is plotting them against you in your final resting hour.It's all over us.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some enjoy living in the shadows.. under that ever pouring gray sky. Deeper and deeper into the chaos and darkness.. until we get so caught up in hurting, that all that's left of us is cold flesh and empty eyes.
Friend. I've see this look before, so clearly in the mirror. I can't say I didn't enjoy the pain. But oh those moments when gray was my favorite color.. I couldn't help but to add some red for dramatics.
Maybe it's the artist in me, couldn't stop the perfect angle, couldn't stop the madness inside from boiling over. Still plotting against the raging twisted emotions inside.
Say friend, is this the final hour? When I can't stop to see you trying to smile.. when I can't stop to try and smile back? What time is this that disillusions and mist implore and raging winds cast us ashore
Building The EvilsPain seeps though the facade of a smileBuilding The Evils4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring in the eyes of whispering voices
Tears of the forgotten evaporated in lies
The truth in reason does but cry
Merry are the makers of riches
Spoiled to rotten core and plastic flesh
Call out you invisible peoples
You with the cold faces and hollow eyes
The heart is but a pump for blood
And your brains are salted heavily
Smog rolls in and we crawl at ground level
The towers of the rich reach higher
And we falter on this desolate shore
Knowing that heroes exist no more
It doesn't matter when youAnother moon, another star, another sun:It doesn't matter when you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
suddenly, impossibilities seem fragile.
So what if the night sky is full of light
so what if the dead are cold?
They used their chances well.
Another me, another you, another dawn:
the storms of night are passing.
So what if the last of midnight's arms
trick us into falling forward?
Isn't that the way we're headed?
Make me forget about yesterday,
only the future is worthless today.