Poeme du jour 5 / Daily poem 5 (iai-do)Poeme du jour 5 / Daily poem 5 (iai-do) in Free Verse More Like This
Mon sang sur l'écorce
de votre coeur
My blood on the gray
of your heart
Frantz, 4 janvier 2012
L'OMBRE II - SHADOW II(English version below)L'OMBRE II - SHADOW II in Free Verse More Like This
Comblé par la lourdeur des blés
Et la blondeur du soir
Les fleurs s'affairent au silence
Ton parfum blanc enrobe
Frantz, octobre 2011.
Fulfilled by the weight of wheatfields
And the gold of the evening
Flowers are working to silence
Your white perfume coats
Frantz, october 2011.
Banquises - Ice fieldsFraîcheur de la neige fracturée de cielBanquises - Ice fields in Free Verse More Like This
que ferai-je au soir
de ta mort
Freshness of the snow broken by the sky
What shall I do when
your death comes
Frantz, novembre 2012.
BIENVEILLANCE - BENEVOLENCE(english version below)BIENVEILLANCE - BENEVOLENCE in Philosophical More Like This
Bienveillance de la statistique
L'exception maintient l'illusion sous assistance respiratoire.
Frantz, Juillet 2012.
Exceptions keep illusions under life support.
Frantz, July 2012
La substantifique moelle (warphorisme XXXIV)C'est quand on les bâillonne que les gens bons se libèrent.La substantifique moelle (warphorisme XXXIV) in Short Stories More Like This
Poeme du jour 2 / Daily poem 2Etre non engendré – nulle part contenuPoeme du jour 2 / Daily poem 2 in Free Verse More Like This
que le dieu de
Being unbegotten - Nowhere contained
as the god
Frantz, 2 janvier 2012
MEURTRISSURE (+ audio)Meurtrissure.MEURTRISSURE (+ audio) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le temps ne s'enfuit pas, lorsqu'en lui-même il sombre,
Mille vies j'ai vécu en une seule année
Flanche, fragile fleur ; fabuleuse fanée,
Unique fut l'éclat de ta corolle sombre.
J'ai voulu entrevoir les fantômes de l'ombre,
Désir déjà ancien, coutume surannée,
Ce songe long et noir, espérance tannée,
- Pouvoir connaître l'Un, savoir nier le nombre.
Mais mon âme abattue, hantée par ce murmure,
Réalise soudain que sa puissante armure
N'est qu'un fardeau de plus à l'aspect effrayant !
Alors, péniblement, cherchant l'échappatoire,
Dans sa gangue rouillée, un chemin se frayant,
Mon esprit meurt, sans bruit, dévoré par l'Histoire.
STRUCTURE DU CHAOS - CHAOS' STRUCTURESTRUCTURE DU CHAOS - CHAOS' STRUCTURE in Free Verse More Like This
english version below
Structure du Chaos
WaitingPeople always assume untrue things,Waiting in Free Verse More Like This
Act like their baby's.
Get my hopes up...
Then hurt me more.
Like their playing games with me.
Waiting for me to break,
Waiting for me to break so much,
So much I can't go on much longer.
People are just waiting...
All of them just waiting.
Until I chose to end it all,
When I decide,
Waiting until I decide,
All of them are.
Until I decide that suicide is the only option.
AngelStanding there; looking lost,Angel in Free Verse More Like This
Her silver wings glittering in the moonlight.
Brown hair that flows down her back.
Shining in the moonlight,
To find someone.
Her eyes look kind,
Brown and green:
She is very welcoming,
But she just stands there,
She stands there waiting:
To find someone,
Someone who cares.
I thoughtI can’t sleep:I thought in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing you hate me.
I thought we were friends,
I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong.
I just want that friendship that was once so strong:
It doesnt hurtYou don’t understand,It doesnt hurt in Free Verse More Like This
That what you say doesn’t hurt me.
What you do to me:
Doesn’t hurt me.
Nothing you say
And nothing you do:
Will hurt me,
Because I know I am better than you.
Overcomming my fear.“I will get you: I won’t let you win.”Overcomming my fear. in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve just got to take it one step at a time,
It not like it’s going to kill me.
But I’m not breathing,
I’m scared of what’s hidden in the sea.
I need to face this,
This stupid fear,
I need to beat this, this pathetic fear.
So I can have fun again,
I will beat this fear of mine.
I take it slowly,
Just one step at a time,
I know I can do this.
Then I walk in,
Into the sea,
Without a fear:
I get on my body board,
It feels like I’m flying.
Finally the fear is over.
Forgive and forgetI don’t know why...Forgive and forget in Free Verse More Like This
I seem to be the only one.
Who doesn’t stay in the past.
The only one who forgives,
Forgives and forgets.
I realise that tomorrow is a new day,
And that people make mistakes.
It's like I’m the only one though,
Only one who's learnt..
Learnt from my mistakes,
And like I’m the only one,
Only one who forgives and forgets.
making the most (napowrimo day 9)One day we will go,making the most (napowrimo day 9) in Free Verse More Like This
We must make the most of every day,
Stay happy no matter what,
Because life isn’t long,
And it could end soon.
Pays offI never get recognised for anything,Pays off in Free Verse More Like This
All the hard work I put in,
Everyone else gets the glory,
Everyone gets the fame.
I never get anything for my hard work,
It never pays off.
GrantedSometimes I take things for granted,Granted in Free Verse More Like This
People for granted,
Life for granted,
Happiness for granted.
What I didn’t realise is not everyone is as lucky as me,
Sometimes things happen,
I don’t get what I take for granted.
Something happens to someone I take for granted.
Then I will stop taking so much for granted.
ImaginaryWhy is it that imaginary friends are more reliable than real ones.Imaginary in Free Verse More Like This
Real friends always seem to let you down, seem to upset you.
Why is it imaginary family, Is better than real family,
Real family argue, real family shout.
None of that happens,
In my imaginary world.
It really is so perfect,
My imaginary world,
It is so much better,
So so very much better:
Than real life.
I can sit alone hours on end:
Thinking up adventures,
With imaginary friends,
My imaginary friends,
They are always there for me.
Lay your LoveLay your love over me; I wish you well.Lay your Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am no more than bone now, the rats fed
on my ruined remains; you have no care, tell
them your sorrow has shown, kiss my new bed.
You have a heart, a heart that thrives on guilt.
Neglected my only sixteen years, who
are you? Surely, no man of worth. You built
relationships with your rogue-like charm to
deceive and con others into your fraud,
so good. You are going down now, friend. Chew
on your last deceitful words; I applaud
your valour. Laze across green, sip your brew.
I know where this is headed to, you cheat;
you are just going to sit back and beat.
Something You Should KnowMy reliance tooSomething You Should Know in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Strong, my darling. Stop before
My faith is nothing.
No AirA heavy clatter of rain sounded, knocking on the window, causing the little girl to descend beneath the warm blankets. Her heart thumped intensely within her boy-like chest; competing with the clamour outside. She fumbled fretfully with her tattered teddy, hugging it close to her heart in desperate need of some reassurance. The worn, brittle fur of the teddy brushed lightly against her bare neck, causing a swift tremor down her spine.No Air in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The erratic din of the rain eased off; she emerged from the dark and warmth, into the cool and light. She ran her fingers through her freshly washed hair, still slightly damp and lay her head down on the supple, soothing cloud that was her pillow. The teddy remained seized within her firm grasp for the forthcoming few minutes of light sleep.
She was soon awoken with a pain in her chest, tight and unbearable. She sat up straight, her teddy thrown to the bottom of the bed while her hands clutched her chest as she gasped for air, feverishly. She was dying. H
Demolition by Delightwhy, my hands are painedDemolition by Delight in Free Verse More Like This
my head, numb, my
heart, solely sorrow.
i drink just another drop,
continue to scrawl
my relentless thoughts, ideas
if you were to see
the product of my introversion
would you care to stop
and give a thought or two or
continue on your travels
to the land of tediousness;
something i do not thrive for
in my life.
i desire only contentment
as i wear my hands, head and heart
to the point of destruction.
and I can breathe along with youMy fingers too cold to grip and myand I can breathe along with you in Free Verse More Like This
head, swollen with thoughts
not in water but in a bath
of my blood
mixed with yours.
I am flowing in the wind
along with the pollen
and the bees, the sun is happy
I am free
and I can breathe along with you,
The nurses don't know
what it's like to be trapped in your own air;
just let us be
The blood still stains
my pallid skin
but your touch wipes it clean,
I can feel the pinch
on my wrists
and I am exposed.
I need to stay fresh
in the sun with the dandelions;
Someone Else's NightmareIf I was to fill my headSomeone Else's Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
With your thoughts and their thoughts
And her thoughts and his,
What would I produce then?
Unnatural beings in a natural place,
Infected, disordered and un-prescribed.
My mind would fall to pieces
And my own thoughts would die.
So I do just that and think
About your views, your beliefs
And my mind relaxes as I live
In someone else's nightmare.
a caring thoughtI forgot your smile,a caring thought in Free Verse More Like This
your sinuous stride
and your coy,
yet confident air
I catch your gaze
you hold it there, trade
a starethe constant clamour stops
for a moment
as you give your knowledge
in exchange for a caring thought.
Burning (re-write)The dawn signalsBurning (re-write) in Free Verse More Like This
With a streak of blinding light
Incoming on my pallid skin;
I lay in bed, alone.
As I wake to a bright morning,
I set my house ablaze.
No family to confide in;
I make my way across the street to my alert,
Wide eyed neighbour,
Kiss her agape, matrimonial mouth
As the sirens sound,
Startling us both apart.
Her tangled hair already weaved through my fingers
Causing me to tug her
As we part.
I make a breakaway
And return to my grounds.
Release Methe smileRelease Me in Free Verse More Like This
i give you is just
a fractured piece
of my self inflicted
under your touch.
let go now,
and i am bitter.
you know the contours
of my mind,
like a blind man
you say goodnight.
and i feel
the darkness closing in,
i am stuck.
you shroud me with kisses,
from the bad.
i realise you don't
know the power
of your words
but i do.
it really hurts
i am aching.
i beseech you.
Deadbeat BrainHe finds you lying thereDeadbeat Brain in Free Verse More Like This
In the filth,
Your eyes rolled back
Revealing only the white;
Just like that shit
Out the back last night.
He made the lines
And you took it in turns
Like you used to do
With your Playstation
He helps you up,
Brushes the gravel
Off your back, wipes
The blood off of your slashed wrists.
Why, why, why?
There's no sign
Of a weapon,
But there is a sign
You are damaged in your mind.
You mumble something
And he mumbles back the words
You need to hear.
The lack of those words
Is the reason
You attempted to jump off
Of the top floor,
Why you ripped
Open your wrists when
Your plan didn't go accordingly
And why you take a line
Or five to emit the swelling
Of your deadbeat brain.
GraspingOne more touch,Grasping in Free Verse More Like This
And we could have laughed at the world
One more tap,
And he would have had to turn around
One last caress,
And no one would have mocked us for our tears.
Wasted TimeTick tockWasted Time in Free Verse More Like This
A steady rhyme
Seamingly to pass the time
As evil as an Angel's wings are pure
Pen and paper are the only cure
The Old Magic is DyingThe Old Magic is DyingThe Old Magic is Dying in Short Stories More Like This
When my new brother was born, there was a ceremony. People traveled from miles away. Some of those people didn't even share the same blood as my brother and I, but they obliged my sub-sentient sibling.
The people that made this pilgrimage did not come for my brother. Family or not, I can promise you that no one is here for my brother.
My neighbors are here for their image. My aunts and uncles are here for my parents. My father is here for my mother. My mother is here to prove to her mother she paid attention as a child. My grandparents are here for their legacy. Worst of all, my new brother is here because he can't walk. He was literally dragged into this.
My old brother is here for the food afterward.
The walls are high, too high. Looking to the ceiling only helps to make me feel insignificant. The way the windows mutate the sunlight only guides my eyes to pictures of tortured strangers.
The old man my father's father call
Literally AppreciativeCombined bits of youLiterally Appreciative in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Simply ideas strung together
I evolve through words
Feeding my mind and my soul
Every page is hope
In Honor of My Pillows and BlanketsSliding in, they graspIn Honor of My Pillows and Blankets in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lustrous, they tempt me with warmth
All for pleasant sleep
Something Big This Way ComesCrest-fallen and well-fatedSomething Big This Way Comes in Free Verse More Like This
My smile is early, but far from jaded
Something big, this way comes
As I talk in circles with a maze as the sum
I can feel it in my fingers
Yes, this I know
Something big, this way comes
Marching on, Never StrongOne hundred groups of words,Marching on, Never Strong in Free Verse More Like This
to be read,
and never heard.
It's all absurd.
But the lies capture the moment,
And the truth turns pain
in the long run.
The Terrible TwosToo smart to be safeThe Terrible Twos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Always smiling, we love you.
You have only begun
The Current Plan of ActionWe will have more than everythingThe Current Plan of Action in Free Verse More Like This
I am a good man, great father, and a loving husband
With a profitable job
People will question our ability to frown
I am a good man, great father, and a loving husband
With a profitable job
Fights will erupt over whom will give us the next large sum of money
I am a good man, great father, and a loving husband
With a profitable job
We will dance every day.
you against mesplashes of blue explode likeyou against me in Free Verse More Like This
a torn sky
let's rip this grey-streaked
world to pieces with
(your hips are cotton,
collecting dirt stains
and thorns, my frozen fingers
indents on scarred skin
magnet to magnet
or mosquito to the call of blood on a summer's
your eyes, they're blank, glimmering like moonlight,
or picture-perfect frames,
of melted violence stuck to the pink gums
of your mouth the
seductive bow of cherry-red
how many times do you need to
tear them ragged?
above dusk-light's glare,
in constellations on our thighs, sunbursts
of crimson-red, a painter's
to describe the vivid
tragedy of a blood sunrise.
if the birds didn't chirp at early-morning syllables
from between chapped
swollen lips such as ours
how would we surface? the cupboard holds
too much temptation for our glass bones and
dead skin to fold
into lengthy arms and curved shoulders
ifif i could fall in love with you,if in Free Verse More Like This
i'd yank the blue sky from its perch and wrap it around your
shoulders like grandma's woollen blanket;
i'd extract the spirit from
between your toes and douse your eyes in it, so maybe
then i'd understand what makes your thoughts
and i'd write the words of
a love-bitten victim on the insides of your wrists, just to
make sure i won't find scratches there in the
if i could fall in love with you,
i'd glue your sentences on the walls, and tell everyone
the paint was peeling anyway; and i like falling asleep
to the scent of your ink-spelt feelings;
and i'd give away the coffee that
keeps me upright every day, if only to rub the nightmares
from underneath your ragged fingernails;
and maybe i'd even
name a skin-deep butterfly after you because my superstitious nature
would still my fingers; and you'd have claim of my
if i could fall in love with you,
i would not speak your name anymore because it would taste
too sweet &
through gritted teethEvery step sends a shower of red throughthrough gritted teeth in Free Verse More Like This
my blurry vision, cracks lined down
the bright day. The scent of salt,
metal and heavy-lidded nights soak
under my nostrils and deep into a weary
whirl of thoughts. My left hip
is tearing back open as my body
creases over, an old lady with a hand on
her waist to steady herself, wrinkles
clouding her face. Do you see
the secrets in my eyes? I shuffle forward,
tug the waistline of my pants
down, so it will stop rubbing me raw. I
can't ease the pain.
I lock the door behind me, isolation
itching like sleepiness at the corners of my
eyes. Unbuckle the belt, yank them
down, and breathe as the pressure fades
and the agony is a little easier
to hide. My hip is a swollen nightmare,
blackened with careless blades. And
I wait for my time to heal.
stay.salt water streaks bleed over the pockmarked skin of her cheeks. mascara spreads in tendrils, spidery fingers splintering from her eyelashes. i glance at my brown feet, a covering of dry skin like sandpaper around the heel. nervous, my eyes flicker.stay. in Free Verse More Like This
her freckled shoulders
shake, forcing a thin blanket to
slide down a curved back, limp wings
curled around her arms, piled in her lap. my lower lip trembles like the jars i used to sit on top of my old microwave as i notice her pale-pink shells at the ends of her fingers, bitten down to short stubs.
i remember when she was not much bigger than a loaf o
somethingthere is something enticingsomething in Free Verse More Like This
about a woman who's not afraid of wrapping her lips around a fork and swallowing without a thought of calories
she draws you in with the scent of spicy salsa and skin, and can laugh when you wipe the trickle at the side of her lips.
she doesn't overflow and break the boundaries for one person but she's not a twig waiting for the wind to snap her or blow her away.
she can stand on her own two feet
without the possibility of floating away into the sky.
there is something enticing
about a woman who is soft to your touch and doesn't try to slice your fingers with knives for hipbones.
an inklingoctoberan inkling in Free Verse More Like This
I am desperate
for someone to hear me,
someone who understands.
if i scream, will they hear?
or will they
block their ears?
I have all these words and
none of them mean a thing.
I'm second best to some
to most. at times, I feel free
but at times, I feel so
free, I may just float
away and no one would
always someone better to
I'm not thinking of bad things
but I'm not thinking
much at all.
there's something slipping
between my fingers, something
I don't want to lose,
I don't even know what
maybe I don't even have thoughts
and I am just this empty
piece of paper.
sometimes it hurts so much,
I want to dig out
all my feelings and tear them to
I miss smiling.
is there something faulty in
me? like I'm a broken toy.
despair and hopelessness
are all mixed up in my chest
under steel bones. maybe
someone will open my ribs
thoughts in my ankles 1.thoughts in my ankles in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i think i must be hanging
with hooks in my ankles
and chains strung to the stars, arms
wriggling to hug the planet close in
an attempt to reach the
and my eyes are bouncing
out of my head
on twine harnesses like they're
dancing on measuring-tape ribbons
until they slip and plummet and land far
below with a splat.
sometimes i think the moon has an
on a relapse-recovery-relapse
cycle. starving until
he disappears and then, frantically,
he climbs back into life,
gorgeous and round and bright
but the mirror cracks up
behind him and wraps her
arms around his neck again,
pinching cheeks and warning signs
and i watch from my twisted
perch in the sky.
if the skin of night is my notebook,
can they read the dark letters?
i hold pens b
penny-lostlet me tell you, boy, there is muchpenny-lost in Free Verse More Like This
more to life than the ever-reaching conclusions
of analytical thoughts,
and the breaking down of too-deep
meanings we fashioned from bare-back poetry
and the faded smiles of destiny's
photographs: and the coins in the fountain
may give luck-lost people the wishes they
search for when they run out of turns
and find the tangled branches of a dead-end;
but they only tarnish as time embeds
itself under the skin of those who were
once as resistant as a book
being torn from its cover
don't drop the penny, boy, it brings more
luck in your pocket.
oh, let me tell you, the solitude
only loves you for so long, and then it
throws you head-first into the hands of impulsive
and it leaves you breathless, just like that
loose wisp of a lover you used to hold,
once. and boy, somewhere there is more,
i tell you, more to this than the monotonous
dances they force us through every day,
where one misstep could mean the difference
QueuesQueuesQueues in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Will there be a queue for death?
Because there's one for everything else.
We spend half our life waiting,
Edging forward slowly.
Then remain in the same position.
What are we waiting for?
There must be a way to get fast tracked?
I can see the position when I first joined this line
But I cant see the end of it.
Looking at the back of the persons head in front of me.
Does this line even have a point?
Or am I just simply squandering time.
I didn't wait this long just to get refused at the gates.
More and more people are joining this queue.
Yet I am not moving by any sort of significant amount,
I mean all I wanted to do was use the toilet.
XXX in Free Verse More Like This
X marks the spot
But what is on that spot?
X is something you once had
Is it right to go back?
X is usually a target
What happens if you miss it?
X's are used to end a message
But do they actually mean anything?
X is an indication you got it wrong the first time
Next time will you repeat this error?
X is an x for a reason
Can that reason change?
What does an x add to our everyday lives
Makes our Xistence Xtraordinary
So Y do X's effect us so greatly?
I cant Xplain
Algebra was never my strong point
All I know is anything multiplied by an X equals trouble
Familiar FeudsFamiliar feudsFamiliar Feuds in Free Verse More Like This
Arguments arise from nothing.
Sinister facial expressions appear,
Bodies stiffen in to a recluse.
Tears cascade in rage,
The point is lost.
Yet the debacle proceeds
Fingers steer accusingly,
Vocal volumes increase.
Forgetting why it all started.
Using past events to support
Stupid and suspicious claims.
Followed be the stomping of hoofs
Intensity inhabits the vicinity.
Neither party wants to give in
Inner thoughts revealed to the outer world.
Covert remarks announced,
Tempers increase expeditiously.
Underneath they long for each other
But this cannot be displayed.
Neither of them want to show weakness,
The stand off continues.
Now they've forgotten why the argument occurred.
The whole purpose has been obscured.
This could have easily been deterred.
Love and understanding would've have been preferred.
The likeliness of this outcome would be absurd.
To Fall In LoveTo fall in loveTo Fall In Love in Free Verse More Like This
Falling an uncontrollable force
Falling in to the unknown
Falling in to a trap.
Is falling a choice
Or must you allow yourself to fall.
Despite the consequences,
Internal and external scars.
We fall in hope someone will catch us.
Protect us from the concrete jungle that is life.
There is no guarantee you will be caught forever.
We only hope for this outcome,
Falling with your eyes closed;
To block out reality
To block out the fear;
To block out the truth.
Fall with one eye open
With a parachute,
Equipped with full body armour.
Is the risk really worth it?
All good things come to an end
So why begin the journey?
Falling in to a certified trap where
The only guarantee is pain.
Love is a transitory state.
The ShowThe showThe Show in Free Verse More Like This
Perpetually putting on a show,
Even when cameras are not declared.
Dominating the stage with confidence.
Outshining others delivering-
A polished performance.
Invariably searching for reassurance.
Elongating ever lasting soliloquies.
Permanently in the background
Like a vampire avoiding the lime light.
A shadows confidant,
Nikon's sworn mortal enemy.
Presence is always present
But never acknowledged.
Outcast within a cast.
The omnipotent director.
Intentional but inadvertently -
Altering their plots.
Presence is felt but never seen,
Enacting what has already been.
His credentials are constantly, controversially challenged.
We all have the same script,
Our narratives are predisposed.
We just act in different ways.
Regardless whether were aware.
The camera is effectual and continually present.
The show must go on
VirtuallyVirtuallyVirtually in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
UntitledPaper stained with whiskey and tearsUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
I write away another lonely night
How I despise this feeling
A strong desire for intimacy
Yet I know it will never be mine
Murder my senses and lay the remains bare
I've had enough.
I Hate That I Love YouI hate that you're my every thoughtI Hate That I Love You in Free Verse More Like This
That I wake with you on my mind
And fall asleep
To images of your smile
I hate that I adore you so
With gorgeous eyes
And sweet lips
I long to taste
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I need you to survive
As if breathing without you
I hate that I yearn for you
I hunger for your touch
Of every day
I hate the way I love you
With every beat
Of my wretched heart
That loving you keeps me alive
Yet keeps me alone
Her WorldShe lives in a world all of her ownHer World in Free Verse More Like This
Of brilliant blues and dazzling greens
Sunshine more radiant than you could ever imagine
Sweet aromas of fresh flowers and
Strawberries lace the air
She speaks her own secret language
Broken sentences and mismatched syllables
Playful sing-songs and heartfelt tunes
She dances to her own beat
You will never understand the wonder
Of a bubble dancing in the breeze
Glistening pinks, purples and blues
There is nothing more beautiful to her
You will never battle the difficulties
Of not being able to say what enters your heart or mind
A prisoner of yourself
Trapped behind your own tongue
Choking on your words as you try to speak
And while she struggles
While each day is an uphill battle
In a war that will span a lifetime
You'll never see the world in all it's wonder
In all it's beauty
In all it's glory
As she does
InsanityCan you hear that?Insanity in Free Verse More Like This
Those voices -
Those demonic, frightening voices
Dull vibrations, static noise
Clear as misty fields in the dead of winter
Screams so loud they may shatter my skull
With their deadly bassline
Can you see them?
Why can't you see them??
Distorted faces, rotting flesh
Pitch black eyes and gaping wounds
Hidden in a corner; fetal position
"Our Father who art in heaven -
Hail Mary, full of grace."
It isn't real
This can't be real!
Futile reassurance lull me to sleep
Grasp my wrist and paint a perfect picture
Agonizing howls ring out into the night
Left with the scars of their mutilation
Silence falls as the knife hits the floor -
And they're no where to be found
UntitledEvery night when I go to bedUntitled in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before I fall asleep, I pray
To be blessed with an eternal slumber
Not to have to face another day
Stress feels like a crushing weight
Heavy heart struggles to beat
Air too dense for my lungs to endure
My legs give way, can't find my feet
Close my eyes and drift to sleep
Greeted by the sweetest of dreams
Gun barrels and small white pills
Scarlet oceans and steel that gleams
Such beautiful dreams must come to an end
I open my eyes and curse the night
Streaming through my window
The bitter warmth of morning light