There is so much cynicism in regret
And so much sadness in azure clouds
and plum washed horizons.
Sweeping skies and
cherried burns beyond the atmosphere leave me blinded
I spiral every time I remember the sun,
branded in the walls lining my eyes.
[More charcoal on the fire-
run faster, my iron horse.]
I don't wait for trains-
screaming through timid valleys and fearlessly over centuried bridges.
Cast the mountains in their slurry,
(They live forever too)
so do you.
I keep your hurricanes hidden and
covet them until I can hold no more
And I too will scream over cast-iron bridges,
seeking sunlight over the next ridge
seeking solace over the next bridge
dropping ash and polluting trees with more...
and salt water.
With every stone I have ever skipped
I have hoped for a new outcome,
a longer trail of success,
carving valleys there too, in waterlogged earthquakes
i promise i wont forget, the chain around my neckTell me how you wish to be forgiveni promise i wont forget, the chain around my neck1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
spill your lamentations to the floor
grovel at the feet of every sin youve ever spoken
and drill what prayers are left upon the door.
I know you feel so helpless,
kneeling for the smoke, for the burning trees
hanging another masochistic bullet
for the blood on your black sleeves,
in silver chains around your neck.
You carry a cross, I know
chrome, heavy, leaving bruises and
scars with every step, and every second
crucified to your chest in the irony
of your godless world
held only as a memory
for the irony of your godless years,
your endless years.
oh, my love, your endless fears.
I know you feel so helpless,
how you wish to be forgiven,
I know you carry your chains to feel bound
back to the earth, and to me,
I know your fears, and your lamentations
for I have heard them whispered in your sleep.
You walk through flames and come out unscathed,
dont think I have forgotten
what you come from,
in what fires of hell you were so mercilessly bathed.
sailing oni have been forgottensailing on1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
left like old shells in another expanse of
free of the erosion, abandoned by the waves
or maybe its i who has forgotten everything else-
cast it away in more glass bottles and faded parchment
let someone else pick up the pieces.
i have none left to give.
there is a godI look at this blank page and see the infinite possibilities.there is a god1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am underwater.
Drowning in white,
fingers wrapped around the pen,
knowing its the only object that can lift me out.
the only source of lungs,
writing with whatever is left
from my faltering mind.
I wait for my deity,
golden eyes behind dark windows
and heels clicking on pavement,
smoke prevelant. fire in his hands.
cigarettes on the cold ground,
cherry still glowing, alone.
I can tell you he does exist as
another god in a lawless reality.
He is in the somber countenance
of every sinner,
in the shuffled walk of veterans
limping, broken, and alive,
a change behind their eyes.
There was a chain around my neck,
symbolic of his presence- gone,
where his own marks used to be.
It left scars. Like him.
Marking my belief, that soon
He will come back to me.
He is near.
I struggle with the feeling,
of tension spread between us
years waiting, longing
amplified, with every hour passing
and every mile descending
raw and rivetingthere is only one way to express your heavy heart,raw and riveting1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
beating down on your chest,
smothering your ribcage in the acrid smoke of a thousand
Your voice is cracked from the abuse, like your bones,
and the bridge between your eyes
crooked from your chaos
like your fingers bent over guitar strings
bleeding into the music as you strum yourself raw,
twine digging deep into the flesh with every note.
you've forgotten the pick again,
lodged it into your still-beating heart and left it to ache,
strung through like the shaft of an arrow.
it has left shrapnel splintered in your blood stream,
trapped beneath the flesh and leaving trails of collapsed veins,
white track marks on your knuckles, forearms scarred and risen.
you feel the electricity of such long-gone contact as a phantom memory,
it traces its way down your spine,
spreading to the edges
fading with every gasp and intake.
yet as you try to
desperately fill your lungs
you find yourself fighting
for a mind not clouded in
embersI forget about what matters, tiny pleasures each dayembers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
making the hours worth living
and the the glow of embers
or the color of wine
shining in the fog of war
manifesting as the clouds form.
I stave off the thrill of chilling snow
and footsteps in the wake of my trail
frailty gone with every breeze and
the curling tendrils of smoke
and misting oceans, you know
it's only cold when the wind blows-
it's only cold when the frost shows.
so I'll keep burning it away.
crucifixionI am exhausted by this inflictioncrucifixion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tired of being your absent deity.
missing, again. comatose as always.
I am regarded from you as that one
you cannot reach
but yearn to grasp
to feel, heart beating,
pulse drumming again in your ears,
under your palms
beneath your fingers.
you pray to me with whispers
under the faded depths of your heavy mind
and unspoken, unheard and relentless on the walls of your reality
trying desperately to break through,
clawing again at the unseen barriers holding us apart
keeping me distant.
i am tired of this pedestal
held up above the crimson waves
and the webbed scars
and these knife wounds through my hands, white with age
and still rough to the touch,
abrasive to the one who made them
not to me.
I wish I could close the distance, still
through the space we've made and the years between,
still, although you've kept me close by trying to push me away
subconsciously, most likely.
i know you havent
breathe deeper the mountain airbreathe deeper the mountain air1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I find temptation everywhere
An invitation to stray
To give in
To absent desires and emotions.
I wish it was different,
That I could see you
Without falling, or flying
Through every wave of denial,
I wish you would come find me
Console my longing heart.
I feel you near and it's driving me
To the edge of Insanity.
Your withdrawal from myself is
Pulling the tension farther
Pulling the tension harder
Making this harder to
-Through rivers of salt, and oceans of mud,
vinegar wine poured in frost glasses
from mountain winds and shale and frozen breath
for fire and burning lavendar, and heated clay
passing levels for each step, higher, frigid altitude
beating drums in your direction,
beating lungs in your reflection.
[you make it harder to breathe]
snowfall beaconsThere isn't much for me to write about lately.snowfall beacons11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I could contemplate the cold, the mountains and snow
or I could lament the distance between us,
create a metaphorical connection between you and
the way I see my breath
every time I speak
Every time I breathe.
I could draw pictures in the frost
on car windows, begging to be washed,
wander down the main street with smoke in my hand,
again exhaling visibility. Is it you in the air I see?
You're simply farther down the monochrome asphalt,
always a sorrowful step ahead of me.
You know I could sleep at night,
and avoid the insomnia,
but we both know the impossibility behind the sun
how it blinds us in its haze and reflections
and the dark is always easier to deal with.
We are night-born creatures, you and I
We find our lifetimes in the silence of snowfall,
slave to the backdrop of three-hours-past-midnight
and the lack of noise you only find
in small towns like this one.
Still, in the soundlessness and absent light
we'll continue to find one an
shatteringMoonshine is the life-blood of exponential loneliness,shattering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crippled, mentally challenged by love
or the sanctuary of insanity,
enduring more concussive breaks
as each drop of sacrificial rain stops the heart
and keeps the burning trees of a once viridian mind
begging for the cool shallows of mercy with every pulse,
only so desperate in throes of fury
when the blood is just more wretched gasoline.
Withered BetweenIt's almost likeWithered Between2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't see past last time,
When I broke down and out.
Withered between flames.
You remember everything.
I wasn't good enough,
I couldn't numb the pain.
I couldn't drink from your veins.
I tried to kiss your hands,
Withdrawls never hurt like this.
And thinking never hurt
You couldn't care less.
Salty lips and aching eyes,
I couldn't care more.
Valley ledges and sandstone hedgesMy torn pages.Valley ledges and sandstone hedges2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish there was a method to accurately
the fires burning in my hell, and
faltering candles rebuilt over lies.
I grasp at old worlds and old words,
forever entwined in my being, sewn
crystalizing under the pressure.
I am crushed and eroding into grains of ancient sand,
I am unrefined glass, and just as lackluster in design.
And whether its forever, or never
or evermore, volcanically forlorn,
I will always rely on the fires, burning in my subconscious,
and the faltering candles rebuilt over lies.
And I will hold unrelenting to my old worlds and old words
exhaled in the smoke from my lungs.
thalassian stormcloudsthis has been a long, repressed odysseythalassian stormclouds2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and im not sure if its going to end
no matter how fervently the fire gleams
these storms, thalassic and grey, it cant rend.
so still i find myself between the lines
riding the rise and fall of orchestral
movements, forever in debt to crimes
i have committed, always eternal
and burning through the waves of tsunamis.
the ignorant will never understand
all those viscous, belligerent waters
they don't know what those passionate and
furious oceans are, or how they've grown
and there is no respect for the unknown
DreamerShe sings to the wind and the leaves in the treesDreamer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but a dreamer's tale is woven into the air
Midnight, come light up the atmosphere
Take me away
from breathy sighs and dreams too weary to fly
I am here, she sings
to the breeze flitting in and out
Breathless from the broken silence, no one is listening
Save for the wind and the fading night.