Into the twilight

Walk with me in the darkness
through the trees and in the fog
walk with me under moonlight
notice all the stars that fall
leaving remnants of plastic
decorating blackest skies
walk with me into the fire
cold flame burns my soul alive
everything you can remember
you forget before the break
as the sun does show it surface
you will not escape this fate

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life

Purple clouds of discontent
everything you sold for rent
the world we love it gives to us
the luck of breathing
the power of trust
trusting in the colors rust
withered flowers of wasted lust
the blue lungs exhale
and you’ve given up
the long awaited embrace
of death’s final touch

Wake me

Touch me
touch me like you love me
feel me
make me real again today
show me
show me how it feels to breathe
I don’t understand
the meaning of sleep
everything breaks and I am me
a form of a body or something
if my bones shatter
I will not scream
touch me until I can fall to dreams
teach me to human
teach me to be
if I exist
it can be proven
touch me until I feel the movement

Color me furniture

Black and blue
my heart is racing
bruises from the floor
hardwood and sediment
caught in veins and cords
everything is bloody here
my mind a simple lamp
my eyes they see
the carpet bleed the bile
from its pores
our stomach hangs a tapestry
and all our life remains
breathing from the window lungs
the opening of me

public shaming

Pray to the demons
you’ve nothing left
grace is beyond you
or so you’ve said
you find no fault here
though tears do well
nightmares plague you
you’re trapt in hell
so why not now drown
and show your hand
you’re only as powerful
as the mob you’ve fed

merry-go-round

Round and round and round we go
the music traps,the mirrors show
the faces beyond that grace bestowed
the truth behind the mask you bemoan
everything you ought to be
everything your purpose bleeds
round and round and round you’ll see
everything that’s meant to be
everything that’s out of reach
the music traps, the mirrors show
the nightmare kept-you’ve no control
Merry-go-round and round and round
it never stops
you can’t come down.

whispers

I guess it’s nothing
nothing but the bottom
the bottom of the hole we dug
given up-have we begun?
I don’t have the answer yet
but I will smile
and I will forget
then it comes-another day
everything’s fine-I am okay.

Little secrets

Kill the mockingbird
quickly-before it hurts
shut it’s beak
and then
never let it breathe again
twist the secrets out of it
it’s soft life force
must forget
a tragedy
it learns through death.