Don't stopCrystal shardsMore Like This
Dusting my nails—
And freckling the lips
I’ve come to love.
Let loose on my emotions
In a prison cell—
Dark tumbles of green-leaf
Marking the sky.
My voice is frail
Too easy to clip
And hang to dry.
You’re always perceptive,
Noticing the starry
Glint in my eyes.
“You know I can’t.”
Your voice is subtly –
A little hot in places
Where chills should’ve stayed,
A little damp
Too much like the hot bubbles of scalding
Love-bitten, hungry caverns of our hearts.
I thought they were our haven
Until you started
To pop them.
You dress like a sea whale,
Thick in hide and blubber—
Going, going, pushing---
Filling the cup ‘till it’s full,
Driving that stone through my wall—
Yet here you are,
The storm asking the blade of gras
A n c h o r sAdrift, the knots disembroiledMore Like This
Then the anchors sank, to the fathomless depths.
Tied only to my final prayer
Heaped burdens are all that hold me now
I would swim once more, if only I dared
Sanctuary misplaced as the demons prowl
My only wish is to traverse time
Only, I am stuck
Momentum lost, and I can’t rewind.
Endlessly tossed between your positivity and my destruction
No, I don’t want to hold on
To someone else’s dreams of my life.
GhostsOff of this beaten path,More Like This
We were onto something great.
Whispers of luxury,
Tangled their fingers into our minds.
No more suffering;
Hope was dangled in front of our eyes.
But the sirens of suffering have come ringing;
A tune of sorrow and madness rings clear.
With our final days marching near,
A noose lay around our necks,
And all of the faults,
Sticks and StonesI watched his face,More Like This
Crumble like a settling mountain.
His eyes were of a dying sea;
Did he plea for his sanity,
For a sip from the chalice of madness.
His body is empty,
And a soul;
A walking husk.
No longer was he,
The father I knew.
I'll Bite My TongueI’ll bite my tongue if that’s what is neededMore Like This
I’ll clamp down hard until it starts bleeding
I’ll catch rain drops on its very tip to clean
I’ll purify all that is now undermining a dream
I’ll lie to myself because denial fits much better
I’ll weep over sentimental tokens and love letters
I’ll try to then keep the bleakness locked up tight
I’ll retreat to the haven of a star-studded night
I’ll sing and scream until my lungs give out
I’ll hide the scars love has brought about
And keep silent this gnawing pain again
Heaven forbid anyone gets sucked within
To where a collection of shivering bones
rattle in time with the phantom's moan
Dire StraitsThis world’s in turmoilMore Like This
by a vulture’s decree.
In the cesspool created
by collective gluttony.
A sense of entitlement
guides a shiftless man.
Riding the coattails of
other ambitious hands.
Our world’s in trouble,
there’s zero doubt.
Hate damns us double,
when bigots open their mouths.
A child’s in chronic pain,
but we ignore the signs.
Just a nameless statistic,
of another senseless crime.
This world’s a parasite
sustaining its pestilent life,
by a con man’s grift,
by infantile fights.
Though we're eager for change,
we don't know how to go about it.
To make society pause and listen,
without inciting an escalating riot.
Our world is continuing to die
slowly day by painstaking day.
But we'll keep on marching
in this epidemic bullshit parade.
Here’s another damn delay
we'll more than likely spend.
Oblivious in ignorance's silence,
with empty heads in the sand.
This world is intent on drowning
in a sea of fractured, bruised hearts.
The Music Boxthe lullaby accompanying a ballerina's skirtMore Like This
a mechanized grace that once brought comfort
now elicits cold tears that steadily descend
their way and dampen tissue alabaster skin
the whimsical notes absorbed help create
a wistfulness that does little to dissipate
a futile wish to reverse the hands of time
to before events that scarred the mind
orbs of sorrow remain transfixed
by the movement of repetitive twirling
but peace it lent to ears once innocent
intensifies the sting of the bittersweet
in a mind’s wandering and habitual retreat
trying to ignore the ice
facilitating the descent
the fragility of hope exemplified in the contours of the figurine
the intricacies of life conveyed in the painted details of her body
the sorrow in strife evident in the music's haunting quality
the finality of death obvious whenever the motor ceases to be
On this dayThe day she diedMore Like This
was of suicide.
The day she acknowledge life's unfairness
is when her heart and fear kiss.
Despair came to her in the night
no, she couldn't hide from the night.
And all of what the night would bring
it would bring her heartache to sing.
to sing her to her madness
and that's when her thought and despair kiss.
She could not scream
no, not when they brought her heartache into her dream.
she was suffocating
and she was drowning.
She tried to scream once more
but her heart tore.
And she heard sorrow whisper away
saying, who would hear her anyways.
She gave in
she gave into fear dancing on the walls closing in
to her heart's sorrow filled song
to despair taking over her dreams
drowning out her rational screams.
And in the day
she could see every thing clearly
she could see the joy in life.
But on this day
all she could see
was what was in her dreams
was what she danced into her madness with.
all she could hear
was Sorrow's delighted whis
Tick Tock My nightmares are chasing meMore Like This
into my madness…
Every time the wind blows,
it carries my screams.
And as the curtains blow
the shadows dance.
to the rhythm of my heart.
Every time the clock sounds,
is another hour,
Of my insanity.
the house makes,
drips, drips, drips,
my life away.
The creak at the door,
luring me to my madness.
I heard the tick of feet on the floor.
Of my nightmare coming,
to confront me.
For I was to slow…