elizabeth essexelizabeth how you taught me these lessons
to which i would aptly listen
and how you would always have questions
but i never would chance it
for so long i've tried to encode you a message
oh, how i have been so tempted
but now when i recite this passage
these secrets i must tell then
this casket now you've buried me in
beneath this stone, with rose and emotion
but my heart still beats, though underneath it
and when i die, i'll still be but a reflection, in her eyes
way in the farest heavens
two thirty in the morningI put my head on her chest to make sure she was still alivetwo thirty in the morning11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her skin was cool from the breeze blowing inside
It was like sandpaper as it scraped against mine
I said in this light my love, you remind me of an old friend
But I've grown apart from him, now he's a shapeless being lost to dissolving effects of time
I wish this feeling could last for the rest of my life
But it'll surely pass, it's okay though, I've grown acquainted to saying goodbye
It's all pins and needles from now on it seems
The cigarette burns slowly, and the alarm clock reads
Two thirty in the morning
The alcohol's wearing off, and the ink from my pen is beginning to bleed
Through to the book of poetry underneath
The floor is stiff, the shapes of our bodies stick
Like flypaper melted underneath heat lamps
The ceiling fan captures my sight
A motion, in the glow of the t.v. screens light
and i realize, the objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
and I can stop searching, for the purpose in life, the things insi
as is never wasAs is never wasas is never was11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's true is inevitably lost
All the words waste away and completely evaporate
In the heat of this mid west sun
And I drank myself to sleep tonight
To separate the distance, from you to this hole I have dug
So you won't have to see, the piece of shit, that I've become
I've seen the way you stare past me
Purposely, and perfectly passive to love
She'll never know, how much I loved her
She used to sleep over, but that was so long ago
My lovely lady, has been lost, before my life had even begun
But now when the rain comes down from above me
You're not there to invite me in
And now there's a space where my heart used to be
It's a cell, a flower in the loneliest, bloom
A feeling, so imprisoning
In a world that can only exist in pen, or by the light of the harvest moon
For the past couple days I've been thinking of you
Your poison words that you spray, and how you've now made me your prey, to your sentences strewn,
You ask for me to stay, you tell me I must choose
and kierkegaard saidand kierkegaard said10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and kierkegaard said what we
and kierkegaard said what we
all meant that god is here
and we are alone
that he cannot love these rusted
husks and we wilt of unhappiness
or desiccated limbs (because: without
the sun) and life seems meaningless
and weather conditions' transitions
obscene seem; seamless tshirts with
trendy labels or i'm loving it
and baudelaire said you'd sleep with anyone
but that was a lie and he has (since) died and
god is here and light is surfeit and the
ground is bare and dry and cracked;
falls on loneliness
we are alone.
A Soulful ConnectionA Soulful Connection11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Soulful Connection
They're open now, discharging their energy.
You are awake, liberating your soul.
Your fortitude flourishes in the bright of day.
Skywards you look, dilating the exit.
Their blue hues match the vast cyan sky.
Their roaming gazes stare at stars hidden by light.
The hypnotic view given forth
captures any and all wondering souls.
When this gaze is laid upon another,
their gaze is returned to admire this beauty
for no one has seen windows that match the sky.
Radiance glistens, beaming forth your good nature.
Rays from the sun: mere beams that shine,
rays from the windows: a charming spectacle.
The dusk now comes to uncover the stars.
Stare at them, they replenish your faith
that someone is out there with a matching gaze.
You snap back to reality, signaling fatigue.
Back to bed you go to secure the windows.
Your eyelids are heavy. They want to shut.
Slowly the exit is blocked from view
sealing your spirit in its prison of blue.
The IronyThe IronyThe Irony10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The full moon shines immensely tonight,
casting shadows which contrast the bright.
I walk alone in my own cruel misery,
dripping crimson puddles in line behind me.
The trees whisper a soft echo above.
"Do you not wish you were truly loved?"
I ignore the taunts of the spiteful variety,
But now I can't help but notice the irony:
My mind is in darkness as I supposedly walk alone.
But the road shines brightly showing me my home.
I close my eyes for I wish not to see that sight.
My home brings me no comfort, only pitiful fright.
I continue my stroll down my soul-freeing path,
Opening my skin to release enclosed wrath.
Between two clouds I see a star in the sky.
I look at my wrists, but beauty I do not see.
Between my skin I see blood before my eye,
I look at my wrists, and pity is what I see.
Dizziness begins to overwhelm my conscious,
Blinding my eyes by an internal darkness.
I feel light slipping away.
I see darkness coming my way.
Now I am dreaming in a soft world of blue.
I am..I am a product of rape and abuseI am..11 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Easy to use
Turn to me when your world is falling down
Take my words
Then drop me to the ground
I have a shelf life that expires tomorrow
But tomorrow never comes
There's no end to this sorrow
Blackened eyes, blinded by tears
You always knew
You were the source of my fears
I am an abandoned child in a playground
Crying, I'm cold, alone
But I never make a sound
Never asking for help when my world falls apart
As you tread on my heart
I am the silent scream that everyone ignores
The shattered mirror
You step around on the floor
So many pieces broken, abandoned, left behind
I cannot be put back together
Erased from everybodies mind
I am a box full of memories no one want to see
I am what everyone runs away from
I am a lock without a key
I am the merchandise of rape and abuse
Line up here I am your prey
I'm on discount today
Here, this is for you...Here, this is for you...12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stumble 'round the house at night,
to drink your face from my sight.
A solemn waltz by quarter moon,
in a soft, quaking voice, I croon:
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
you make me happy, when skies are grey...
I fall through the wide swinging door;
loud, deep breathing on the kitchen floor.
Listening to the wind rustle through the trees,
I rise, shaking, to my blood-stained knees.
Slam open a wooden drawer,
find a knife, in my chest, to bore.
Poise the edge, over the mark,
when a flash illuminates the dark.
Drive it in, through my chest,
carve it out, for the best.
As a drunken slob I lie huddled,
my blood, at my feet, puddled.
Held out in my hands, two
Here, this is for you...
A Vampires Heartshe watches him harm himselfA Vampires Heart11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to show that he is numb
"everything is dead to me,
Anger, Sorrow, and pain
even the simplest of things."
he looks at her with longing eyes
she turns away and begins to cry
taking her hand in his
she loves him,
so she tilts her head
and he sinks his teeth in
he drains her blood
and with it goes the pain
but towards her lover
her heart feels just the same
When Solidity ExpiresWhen Solidity Expires11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When Solidity Expires
When solidity expires walls come crashing down.
You cry a cry of despair hoping to convince yourself,
that reality is just fantasy, where angels fall to the ground.
Their climaxing decent brings you false hope;
they're not here to help your pain
they're on their way to a place called hell.
A home I wish not to claim,
A place I wish not to dwell.
Fortitude is sapped as solidity fails,
for is that not what that means?
These senseless words that string a tale,
forge my words into a clear scene:
Not many understand my condition, the reason why I feel this way.
They probably care not to hear my words, to listen to what I say.
My strength is gone, and this poem explains, what happens when solidity expires,
You reach a darkness, beneath the surface, where everyone becomes a liar.
The cause for this is none the less a loving heart once broken,
To love no more is what I get and that's my deserving token.
Most of my work is from another perspective, but this one is sadly tr