Saturday, February 26, 2011

Crude Hope

I lost tears for you tonight, at the grotesquely quick approaching loss
I remember your face, I remember the life, I remember that light
Dangerously charming, alarmingly crude
You were such an ass sometimes, but then you would crack a joke
My lips could not hold back a boorish smile
There was so much I hoped for you, now hope is all I have left
I can't catch sight of you for it would be destruction
I sit in solitude and I remember
I will remember your face, I will remember the life, I will remember that light
I will hope to see you again, to see you better than before
To crack a crude joke and lose ourselves in laughter

Two in One

Behind Closed Doors - 1-25-11

I would like to know what's behind closed doors
I want to know, who is pulling the strings?
When to laugh
When to dance
When to witness strange things

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Untitled - 1-26-11

Another year, another jade stone
Put it in the pile with the others
Another dream dashed, another fear hatched

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Addictive Waters 2-8-11

I sat by the bay to wipe your tears
I told you the tale of a monster that rages beneath the waters
I told you how hard I wrestled him down, how he fell into a deep sleep
I held your hand and warned you of the precipice
Begged you to let that monster doze

If stirred again, he will wake with a hunger far more insatiable
He'll cast you into the waves and feed on your strength
With a blow to your head all rationality will be lost
Gone will be the memory of those endeared to you

He will spend his time on your heart
Savor every last pearl of it's sweet, red syrup
Eat around what's already gone bad, leaving only what's decayed
Gone will be the warmth toward those endeared to you

When the last breath is on your lips, he will strike you a deal
While your body full of holes and tendons holding you up
An offer to restore you, an elixir just for this occasion
He'll give you your bone to sign your flesh and a cloak to mask your pain

Gone will be the memory of those endeared to you
Gone will be the warmth toward those endeared to you
Anew will be the grinding servitude to one who owns you

I sat by the bay to wipe your tears
I told you the tale of a monster that rages beneath the waters
I told you how hard I wrestled him down, how he fell into a deep sleep
I held your hand and warned you of the precipice
Begged you to let that monster doze

Still you shook that monster until he awoke
I watched him swallow you whole and fade into the abyss

Monday, February 7, 2011

A few to start it off . . .

Blue Picasso - a tribute to The Blue Period, 1-5-11

Be still in the sadness
Understand the pain
There is nothing to lose here
But all is to gain
Harness deepest anguish
To let shine on it, light
Show purest emotion
Not hidden in joy, but Blue, used to fight

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Wanderlust - written sometime in August of 2010

Dire from within
Skin a putrid green
Disease seeping through
Lecherous eyes, yellow with yearn
The monster rages and spurns the concious mind
No regard for morality, no revere from humanity
Clawing at the eyes, tearing at the mind
Lo, the beast rages on

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Lonely Body

On the edge of darkness looking down
Toes to the cliff's lip, downward fell
The lilt of the air rearranged the limbs
Rocks inflexible to absorb the corpse
Moon in full radience, casing the flesh
Skin pale grey, eyes gone cold
Chest sunken, legs on awkward display
Waters lap at the lifeless form
Cold, lonely body

My Mind's Eye

This blog marks the beginning of my very personal poetry being shared with eyes other than mine own. These feelings that are compiled as poems are very near and dear to my heart. My poetry tends to be dark. I write with raw nerves, I write whatever I am feeling in the moment my pen is to the paper. I make no apologies for what and how I write, these things must come out of me. As once quoted beautifully in song, "If I get it all out on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to." My poetry is my emotional outlet, my poetry is honest. I know my poetry will speak to someone's heart, I know my poetry will provide an emotional companion for those who struggle. Read with sincerity and fall in.