Neither silence nor defense
will justify the offense
of you witholding
the simplest truth
from my grasp
And your stuttering hesitance
gives way to my nonchalance:
a painful lesson
I learned from you
in the past
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Bipolar
Your leaking sorrow
fills my soul
perhaps tomorrow
You'll remember what you told me
Never. Always and Forever.
Or maybe you
will carelessly hold my heart
ransom, bleeding, torn apart
much like the way insomnia
directs a murder scene
in some paranoid
schizophrenic's dream
fills my soul
perhaps tomorrow
You'll remember what you told me
Never. Always and Forever.
Or maybe you
will carelessly hold my heart
ransom, bleeding, torn apart
much like the way insomnia
directs a murder scene
in some paranoid
schizophrenic's dream
Narcissism
The narcissism I feel today
is a perfect reflection
of the games you play
and the promise you won't leave
I'll never go away
pierces louder than a scream
as I beg you to stay
SILENCE becomes the duct tape
around my hope as I lay:
a tightly bound and gagged version
of your obedient prey
is a perfect reflection
of the games you play
and the promise you won't leave
I'll never go away
pierces louder than a scream
as I beg you to stay
SILENCE becomes the duct tape
around my hope as I lay:
a tightly bound and gagged version
of your obedient prey
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Stale
My words linger...
stale in the cool air
fizzless and dull
like a comatose stare
Whatever warmth they held
and my excitement to tell
goes unheard and missing
like an ocean's echo
without her shell
stale in the cool air
fizzless and dull
like a comatose stare
Whatever warmth they held
and my excitement to tell
goes unheard and missing
like an ocean's echo
without her shell
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Delirious
I place my longing
upon my lover’s lips
muffled by a deaf toned melody
and his golden delirious sighs
under a setting autumn sky
And the moon, when she woke
shifted her wanton, curious eye
towards the slipping fabrics of passion:
silhouettes of midnight desire
before the heated rise of the sun
upon my lover’s lips
muffled by a deaf toned melody
and his golden delirious sighs
under a setting autumn sky
And the moon, when she woke
shifted her wanton, curious eye
towards the slipping fabrics of passion:
silhouettes of midnight desire
before the heated rise of the sun
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