Sometimes I want to pass Deeply and completely Into the darkness Silently and neatly Traverse into the either Just to lie in the shadows And never be seen Never be heard from again Never see anyone Never hear anyone Never feel anything Again. Sometimes I want to pass Completely and Wholly Into the light Stunning …
Folding
When all sound dies And the room becomes empty The silence crumbles the walls Compresses the emotion of the room Inner space expands And the tears come…
Shattered Moments
Everything slows down for a moment And time becomes still Sound dispels itself and grows cold And I feel its chill Emotions flow out over the silence Self deprecating and destructive Bleeding down my face Intensely frightful and obstructive Falling to my knees Face in my hand Facing facts Reality and fable disband Breathing out …
He
He is alone He is surrounded He is the loneliest man alive He wants to be left alone They envelop him He asks them to leave They don’t reply He tells them to leave They laugh in his face He begs and pleads They applaud his attempts He cries and falls They tell him to …
Shark
He lives to play He waits to live He plays to keep going Every moment between sessions drags painfully Every second he is not playing, he is losing In gaps between sessions, he bites his nails He sits with the sitters He sings along to the singers He watches the other players He drinks with …
Open to Interpretation
The moon So bright and yet cold and dark Menacing Yet comforting A visual addiction Thick and powdery; Uncut cocaine hanging limply in the sky Majestically? Uselessly? All open to interpretation One man’s garbage Is another man’s food One woman’s lover Is another woman’s stalker Another night is scared away by the dawn The moon …
Breathe out
The flame flickers as the wind blows Flailing between light and dark – life and death Struggling to burn to the bottom To fall deep enough into its own crater That the wind can’t threaten it Can’t extinguish what time it has left Wax falls from the sides Sealing it in place Immortalized Plasticinated Unavoidable …
Some people:
Some people, they think I’m smart. Some people, think that I’m stupid. Some people, think I am cute. Some people, think I am ugly. Some people, think I am talented. Some people, think I am wasted. Some people, think I am a loner. Some people, think I am just lonely. Some people, think I am …
A filing cabinet for widows and young professionals
Sometimes loud sometimes silent speaking in tongues and cheeks unknown yet familiar unrelenting but subdued strangely understanding thoughtful yet suspicious supercilious mulling over life’s great mysteries indulging in the most fleeting of all it’s simplicities communicating truth just to spite the fiction unnerving devotion to cause friction seeking out abnormalities above all else a mind …
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A Penny for my thoughts.
I am the dark man. The blank man. The man filled with pain and suffering. I am the man overflowing with misery. It wasn’t always like this. But I’m tapped out. My brain is like a well run dry of pleasure. Happiness. Comfort and joy. I am the empty man. Everyone wants the happy ones. …