Monday, July 28
Homegrown
To my friend
Who’s no longer my friend,
I want to tell you something
About the end,
That should’ve been.
See? The end should’ve come long before,
You washed up helpless on my shore.
But it didn’t,
And so the start started,
When I opened that door,
But who could’ve known,
How strongly you’d pour?
Pouring and pouring,
Startled and falling.
I didn’t know how to keep you safe
From my calling.
And so I called
And so you came.
I understand if it’s me you blame.
Because, see friend,
I didn’t know how it would end.
And it did, but as I’ve said,
I miss you.
I miss you.
‘Cause you’re no longer my friend.
You write poems about my air.
It’s affect on you when the darkness stares,
Into you skin, into your heart,
As you wait on the quiet terrace,
For my breath to start, for my lips to part.
I write poems about your absence,
It’s affect on me while I plant my sadness.
It has truly flourished.
I wish I could show it to you.
I wish you could see it.
But it’s my own.
Homegrown.
Homegrown.
And if you must not come,
So be it.
As you’ve said,
Friends if nothing more.
It’s all I ever wanted,
Ever dreamed of,
What I always hoped for.
There must have been a change of heart,
Because you don’t come around here anymore.
Labels: On Midnight Reminiscing
Hey Lover
Hey lover. Hows your head?
Get better and get back into bed.
What is this beautiful obsession?
There’s no way you’re getting a confession out of me.
Hey honey. Did you see the sunset?
Not one blood red cloud I’d regret.
Is it so wrong to want your soul?
I would kill to fit into that role of yours.
You gave me the spins,
You fogged up my mind.
I hate that it’s you,
Who makes me foolish.
Foolish.
Hey baby. Eat your heart out.
You’ve been wondering what it’s all about.
But it’s your time to move on, to reroute.
This is abuse.
To my heart.
To my head.
Get better and get back into bed.
What is this beautiful obsession?
There’s no way you’re getting a confession out of me.
Hey honey. Did you see the sunset?
Not one blood red cloud I’d regret.
Is it so wrong to want your soul?
I would kill to fit into that role of yours.
You gave me the spins,
You fogged up my mind.
I hate that it’s you,
Who makes me foolish.
Foolish.
Hey baby. Eat your heart out.
You’ve been wondering what it’s all about.
But it’s your time to move on, to reroute.
This is abuse.
To my heart.
To my head.
Labels: On Evil Obsession Flooding the Mind
Stray Far, Stay Far
I dreamt about a boy last night,
With curly locks and a mind so bright.
His bony frame barely held him upright.
He’s always creeping into my sleep at night.
Every night. Each and every night.
He knew in his cold heart that I’d traveled far,
Journeyed through lonely terrains to see the stars.
Those tiny glints in his eyes, sharp and dark,
So unforgiving of me, they’ve left harsh marks.
All I have left now is to let the memories part.
Part from me,
Stray far, goodbye.
Leave me alone.
I want not to cry,
And no grace have you shown.
Part from me,
Run fast, just go.
Leave me alone.
I want now to part,
I need now a home.
I think he won’t be coming back.
The love lost its path and rotted black.
But its twisted remnants now take joy in the cracks,
Seeping through halls and windowpanes,
To rasp at my back.
But my back is broken and he’s not coming back.
With curly locks and a mind so bright.
His bony frame barely held him upright.
He’s always creeping into my sleep at night.
Every night. Each and every night.
He knew in his cold heart that I’d traveled far,
Journeyed through lonely terrains to see the stars.
Those tiny glints in his eyes, sharp and dark,
So unforgiving of me, they’ve left harsh marks.
All I have left now is to let the memories part.
Part from me,
Stray far, goodbye.
Leave me alone.
I want not to cry,
And no grace have you shown.
Part from me,
Run fast, just go.
Leave me alone.
I want now to part,
I need now a home.
I think he won’t be coming back.
The love lost its path and rotted black.
But its twisted remnants now take joy in the cracks,
Seeping through halls and windowpanes,
To rasp at my back.
But my back is broken and he’s not coming back.
Labels: On Dreams and Reality
Out of Combat
I’m going to keep my head up and listen.
I owe you that much,
‘Cause you were right friend.
Tell me my lies and I’ll start to break.
Feed me some truth,
There’s too much at stake.
It’s a death glare.
This isn’t a fair fight,
But I’ll be alright.
I have to.
Dark days, I failed to stay away.
Is that really what they have been saying?
Rock me to sleep.
Shhh, just give me that.
To fall out of this world,
Out of combat.
Light a fire in me,
A beautiful distraction this night.
Still no reaction.
Back to life.
I owe you that much,
‘Cause you were right friend.
Tell me my lies and I’ll start to break.
Feed me some truth,
There’s too much at stake.
It’s a death glare.
This isn’t a fair fight,
But I’ll be alright.
I have to.
Dark days, I failed to stay away.
Is that really what they have been saying?
Rock me to sleep.
Shhh, just give me that.
To fall out of this world,
Out of combat.
Light a fire in me,
A beautiful distraction this night.
Still no reaction.
Back to life.
Labels: On Personal Battles and Blindness
Predator
His words drip with disdain,
Heavy on me all over again.
Swooping, dropping to claw my insides out.
Falling, crawling closer with grinning doubt.
A face of ferocity,
Burning bright in front of me.
Kicking, crouching, closing time is coming.
Bursting, broken, every word more evoking.
Soaring, tumbling, all I can manage is nothing.
Growling, prowling, these are foreign surroundings.
His main’s thick and course.
He’s slamming the doors.
Locking, ringing, he’s ready to pounce.
Shrieking, lunging, faster, plunging.
And the knife sinks in right where it counts.
And the night is swept clean of his doubts.
Heavy on me all over again.
Swooping, dropping to claw my insides out.
Falling, crawling closer with grinning doubt.
A face of ferocity,
Burning bright in front of me.
Kicking, crouching, closing time is coming.
Bursting, broken, every word more evoking.
Soaring, tumbling, all I can manage is nothing.
Growling, prowling, these are foreign surroundings.
His main’s thick and course.
He’s slamming the doors.
Locking, ringing, he’s ready to pounce.
Shrieking, lunging, faster, plunging.
And the knife sinks in right where it counts.
And the night is swept clean of his doubts.
Labels: On Overwhelming Frustration
Sunday, July 27
The Compromised Soul
And it burns.
The images in my mind quickly frost over, jumble,
Crumble and kern.
My soul sneaks off so quietly, waiting for its request
To return.
She unquestionably obliges, each time compromised
In her sizes.
But she holds tight to her shelter's nature to learn.
The lessons seep in one by one, hopeful that the clock would soon
Slow down.
Don't pick up the pace, don't race or push to see if I'll ever
Get around
To pushing myself too.
Dark corners whispering out the thickening sound
That silence makes when confusion is complete and your soul no
Longer pounds
At the doors. Your reminders to return may cease.
She may drown.
Don't give up, don't ever stop to look back.
She's calling you quietly as you look blindly through
The black
That has taken over, suddenly sober to the hurt that slipped
Through the cracks
Until now. The inconsistencies racking up, constructions you'll
Have to break down.
She's all you'll ever have, all you'll ever get the chance
To love.
And now it's your turn to protect her, your turn to throw her
To what lies above.
A challenge only suited to succeed by living your life warranted
With blood.
Soaking from your head to your toes, and it goes to show
All you need is a shove.
Break into the world – hurting, curled, blurring and furled.
Break into the world with love.
Protect her.
Labels: On Inherent Callbacks
Remnants of Paradise
Hardened words may make it easier to step,
Though I'd much rather whisper to the world asleep.
Put your heavy head in my hands and rest.
My beaten breast inward sinks and stays there crushed & still,
Until you take your next breath.
Mine continues to sound of you,
Only stopping to think.
Once, twice, a thousand,
Still only of you.
Can you hear it as the remnants on this side of paradise
Blow by my reddened cheeks?
Can you hear the struggle of your quaint & lifeless
Memories overtaking me?
It was me who once slept and you who did not.
But now it is you who sleep and I who just dream.
It is I who does not.
Our deepest, most protected thoughts,
Are the ones which wake us,
Both asleep & not.
It is the slithering syncopations of your soul
That pace & quicken the beat of my heart.
Though I have sinned against you,
So too have you against me.
And thus we waste like fools in the static,
Interchangeably.
Though I'd much rather whisper to the world asleep.
Put your heavy head in my hands and rest.
My beaten breast inward sinks and stays there crushed & still,
Until you take your next breath.
Mine continues to sound of you,
Only stopping to think.
Once, twice, a thousand,
Still only of you.
Can you hear it as the remnants on this side of paradise
Blow by my reddened cheeks?
Can you hear the struggle of your quaint & lifeless
Memories overtaking me?
It was me who once slept and you who did not.
But now it is you who sleep and I who just dream.
It is I who does not.
Our deepest, most protected thoughts,
Are the ones which wake us,
Both asleep & not.
It is the slithering syncopations of your soul
That pace & quicken the beat of my heart.
Though I have sinned against you,
So too have you against me.
And thus we waste like fools in the static,
Interchangeably.
Labels: On Unspoken Love
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