A NumbA numbOvertakes the sensesI am awakeWithin my sleeping selfEven in slumberThe brain is active.I am never free.I am never free. Let me guide you through the garden of my thoughts. Where we tilled the land. Where you planted the seed of hope. Where you reaped the benefits as the flowers wilted. Let me guide you.The ground has become dry.I’ve run out of tears to shed. “I trusted you.” I said, observing the withered plot where our love once grew. Your face looked vaguely of remorse. But not enough. “Why couldn’t you have just been honest with me?” No response. “You’re the reason people become callous, you know? You take too much and give too little.” She thought for a moment. A single tear lingered in her eye, then dropped heavy to the ground. It soaked the
Black WaterWavesCrash against the rocksBlack waterRuns through my fingersI can’t remember the sun anymoreI can’t remember feelingsI can’t rememberAnything.The darkest tides pull me out to seaFar from the islandFar from all I’ve knownThe black has never been so vibrant.I wail for the truth I’ve leftI cry for the lostI screamBegging it will wake meIs this real?This environmentSo coldSo unforgivingSo damning.Please let this end.Please let this end.PLEASElet thisEND.I find myself washed upOn the rocksFighting my wayAmong jagged bouldersSalty air grips my lungsAnd my fears circle like vulturesI search for the sun.Had I been away so long?DeterminationOozes from my handsI climb higher.Faltering along the wayHell bent to reach the summitI climb higher.Leaking senseBlind to painI climb higher.Red on onyxFlesh on stoneI climb higher.I reach the peakStrainingI see everything. Th
To The DarkTo the dark that guides my handAs I slip into sleepAnd spurs me into unknown landsMy dreams, there for to reapI’ve never once regrettedThe coercion of your actsAs we lie silhouettedMoonlight smeared across our backsBut note that your enticingIs not what made me weakBut rather my uncompromisingHunt for visions I would seekFor in the vast enormitiesOf my unconscious mindAwake the horrors no one seesI thought I’d left behindYou see, it wasn’t you that laid the baitThat trapped me in your cellFor I have always sat in waitTo fight my way through Hell.
Perception"Perception"Lingering betweenThe Spoken and heard Said and meant Present and seen With and withoutWaiting in the wingsChanging its maskTo suit your moodUnaware of ExpectationUnaware of DespondenceUnawareOf the words that FallThrough the cracksOnly to be picked up laterForced into aNonsensical assemblyOf subtle glancesAnd false smilesAnd personal assurancesOf things that haveNever been.The pauses in phrasing misheard words lack of emotionThey stalk you, in the wilds of yourOver-analyticsIn the valleys of yourCrippling neurosesSequestered on the shores ofNarcissism and TimidityBumbling between
The Monster [Where Were You?]I am entombedI am Trappedin a sepulcherOf bones and fleshOf lies and betrayalOf expectations and failureOf all the former lives I’ve ledAnd any word that I’ve ever dared utterI amUndoubtedly Trapped.My feet strain against what feels like it can only beQuicksand.I struggle to keep up while thisLiteralPhysical painRobs my heart of all Desire Creativity DriveAnd PowerI fight a monster while both hands are tied behind my backIt claws and creeps closer,Licking its lips,Savoring the taste of its own desire,It jabs and pierces my heartWith poison daggers.And all the while my fears watch,Sitting in box seatsWith gen
Brick by BrickBrickByBrick, weBuild ourBarriers;Blocking the world,Barricading ourselvesBehind our eyes,Beyond even the slightestBecoming.But could we ever dream of more?Before?Before.
A Ghost Walks My HallsA ghost walks my halls…He calls, but I can’t hear himHe claws, but I can’t feel himHe falls, and yet I catch himDust him off and I inspect himAs he coughs I start to questionHis resolve in haunting me.Could it be that this old specterHad run out of options betterResigned to inconsequentialHaunting those who don’t believe?(The “those” there meaning me)I sit him down for tea.“Spirit,” at length I started,Quite polite to the departed,“Could it be you’re broken-hearted,Or just seeking some relief?Perhaps there’s grief that you once sufferedThat requires you to coverAll the floorboards of my hallwayAnd deprive me of my sleep…”The specter did not speak.“Spirit, once again I ask,Why is it you’ve crossed my pathAnd left an empty casketTo meander round my keep?Do you weep to be remembered?Are you just a burning ember,All that’s left of mortal coil,That dares not to yiel
A Momentary DescentWith limited easeHe squeezedThrough the crevasseAnd though he had,At length,ConjecturedAnd proposedThat he’d been aloneIt was only now, in thisDark, Dank, CavernThat he realized his fears had come to fruitionHis suspicion confirmedHe was Utterly Alone.Upon further inspectionHe noticed the mouths of several tunnelsEach branching in a different directionAnd after brief reflectionOf the journey so farHe committed.Jagged stones protruded into his pathBut did little to delay his intrusion.He pushed further into the darknessUntil he had to struggle just to see his hands before his face.And then he fell…The momentary descent achedWith every fiber of his being,He ached.He had bee
Drama in Aisle 5Her gaze split him to the coreUnyieldingBut he was resolute.They’d been there before.He could feel itA single word that crept,It slithered over her tongue,It crawled between her teethAnd took refuge behind her lipsWaiting for the right timeWaiting to strikeTo pierce his hopes like a daggerTo kill him a thousand times overWhy?He begged silentlyHe could feel itWith his whole being, he felt it.Without even leaving her mouth,He felt it.From a malleable thoughtIt solidifiedIt hardenedLike a stoneLike the lump growing in his throat“No.”It needn’t be said.It was apparent.His gaze remained true as he accepted the unspoken answerA single tear formed in his eyeThen dampened his cheek.With a sigh of resignation, she replied:“Fine, I’ll get the Cocoa Puffs.”
DucklingsWith bodies buoyant as a boat,Effortless the ducklings float.I feel such envy from within;They’ll never have to sink or swim.
