Painful Poetry
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I change directionupon an instinctto deliver morethan remorse.It’s in vainonce I noticeI’ve no breath leftto force open a door,Stuck with the circleinside a rectangle.This room’s surveyed me,challenged my willto start a fire,beyond control.This room’s revisited me,watched me from the inside,while I’m filtering awayall of my honesty.Trapped among walls,closing in,leaving me to wail,begging to be releasedfrom…
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Let yourself,as a shivering angel,break with yourcrumbling foundations.It’s been a treatto see you burn,scattering your ownflavorless ashes.It’s been a whilesince you stood upto the darknesshiding your eyes.Come down withthis oncoming winter,striving for paradiseto be your shelter.It’ll be in sightwhen you wake up,digging into oneeternal sunrise.No more to shatteramong faces you forgot,in the silence you surrenderedyour…
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Granting a glimpseof what occursbehind closed doors,from inside a spacetranslated fromfallen grace.There are enough blocksto build back again,to reverse this ruin,but I want to wiltin the growing storm.A fresh downpourfor me, among heavy,isolating crowds.I’m a face to pick out,like a petalfrom a colorless garden.Channel this thunderfor a brief understandingof what I’ve got left,once it illuminates.Change…
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Enough daysto entertain a smilethat’ll shatter,when a different momentcomes to matter.Your worst endingis to see the sunfor the rain,for the facesyou’ve come to treatwith disdain.Enough secondsdeveloping yourselfoff a second skin,a mask folding your nameon an early headstone.You’re in disrepair,content with an onslaughtthat deprives youof a future’sforgiving frame.Build with the daysbetter to be saved,to be remembered…
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Sink lower,beneath a darkened sun.Let moonlight highlightthis deceptioncalled happiness.Hear one coward cryupon a hollow,spacious ocean.I’ve been driftingon starlit waters,demanding a cure.Branch scarslike veins,like naked boughsin the midstof winter.There are no moreletters to send,seconds to commit to,while I’m floatingon my blood.There are no moreyears to accept,silhouettes to reject,while I embrace diseasein this wreckage.
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Deprivation’s mark,a trademark with evidenceequal to one’s depth.I’ve been bereavingover this messagesent out, with flagspinned to headstones.I am bleedingthe waters I must cross,with the pain that singson an ocean of grey.Bitter flavorfrom iron coatings.Sinister fervortramples over grainspiled upon humanity’slimited remains.I sting under sunlight,surrounding myselfwith slow-moving glacierscapturing the night.There are otherswho’ve dreamed beyondthis recurring nightmare.They are…
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What holds youlike chains, stuck for years?Braking on the edge,driving with a limitto your miles.Walk over fire,like I do.Burn with the bridgewe will build,while quiet pleasurebecomes loud.Float overwhat you recognize,while momentsbecome memoirs,evidence or testimonyto this tale.Walk on wires,like I have.These conductive circuitshave been pulsingfor far longerthan we’ve been breathing.Burn your bridge here,lose your tearsthat we…
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It’s an evening’s rideinto the mist,delivering agonyfrom where it sparked,from earlier onwhen the tide rose.In this heatof an hour’s rush,I am with the speedof one startled glacier,for I’m collapsinginto an echo.The mountains answer,the lakes are ripplingto shimmer facesreflected back,reminding me that Ishould turn around.I keep onin the same wayI let the wound bleed,receiving warmthfrom a…
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Your designationwithout just a quiet,almost absent,voice of deliberationhas drawn your doomin the dust.Sadness speaksafter you lost your fire.Love has forsakenyour once bright eastside,because the morningrefuses to dawn.Dreaming in the daywhen much is in disarray.Screaming to be heard,crawling to be seen,but nothing and no onereceives your hand.An embittering memorialall this becomes,walking on unreflective glass,wading in freezing…
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All in the shade,kisses keeping lowthe blue from us,a choice madeafter a sessionin a storm.Green meadowsare far out of reach,while we decayin a gentle embraceof death’s way.Striving for eonsthat won’t relievehow we’ve seethed,blinded to tearsthat revisit.Monochrome oceans,mouths that begfor the sun’s returnwhile we drift on,while we’re mourningin the morning.This isn’t anythingto be rowing for,while dirt…
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Bold blackon the white contrast,I’m writing an ageof fossilized,buried tales.There are thosewho must find outwhere I’ve been,what I havebecome.There are thoseleft in the dark,for I believedtheir ignorancekept them clean.It was when a teardropfell in the directionof where I kneltthat I rememberedtheir hearts.It was when their lipsspoke of what Iwas instead blinded bythat I recalledthe entire…
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I walk amongmiles of wilted brush,getting cut from thornswhere blood didn’t needto ever rush.I have been losing it,for the time whenI won’t be needing it.There’s this sandfalling throughoutstretched hands.There’s my fingertipsburning like the edgesof melting candles.Beyond the grave,I’ll find what Ifailed to save,forming warmth out ofa forgiving fire.It’ll melt the icethat wrapped this torn,shivering body.It’ll…
Modern Romanticism 