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Sunken DreamsI am the architect of my own demise.
Each calloused palm unrequited with
the understanding needed to grasp
I never told you what
I did for a living, did I?
I should've just
promised that the greatest reward has the
don't lie to me, little miss obvious,
(getting into hell doesn't require a blade across the wrists.)
It's been said that you get what you give,
but it seems all I can do is take.
I'm controlled by memories of all things unspoken,
and my greatest risk was my greatest mistake.
Shipwrecked coves couldn't feel more like home.
Mutiny upon the seven seas,
a flagship with no fleet
is all that's left of me.
ContingencyI won't get my hopes on you,
because there isn't a drug that
could bring me back down.
just nicknames for
all of the times you
brought me to
Weigh down my thoughts,
make everything a dream.
Why can't I sleep?
UnspokenI wrote your name on
the tip of my tongue
so you could finally
feel the sandpaper
scratch of my words,
I could never be brave
enough to whisper them
aloud or echo them into
I am just a boy
trying to seem as a man
I scribbled your name
across my cerebral
cortex as if to remember
your face in the dim light
from under the sheets,
I am a cynic
still holding tightly to the past
"I don't think you're taking this art class seriously"
I just can't stop painting everything the colour of
Skeleton Keys and Navy FleetsConcrete cold to the touch,
frosted like your precise fingertips,
but you told me so, with all of
the warmness in your heart,
how can your hands possibly be embraced
with snowmelt like me,
You said you wanted to go
out and travel the world,
sail to distant shores, see
all there is to see, but when
you're having the time of your
life, will you remember to remember
I know I'll be alright, and
I'll tell you I'll miss you,
(just not right this moment),
because even though I'm afraid
of losing what isn't even mine,
my words have always come clairvoyant
I want you to want me too
but I can't just stop your
heart on a dime.
DysaniaI rule my kingdom of thoughts
with such pitiful disdain, and
every attempt of speaking out
is shot down by the ugliest of
Every fantasized moment
We're not who we used to be.
Every fantasized dream
I'm not who I was before.
Someone once told me
everything I love will eve-
entually stolen away with-
out a trace. I didn't belie-
ve them until I turned the
page, to find my story had
gone up in flames.
Lost in a distopia by the sea
no sign of my Annabel Lee
she died winters ago
could you believe?
T/he letters I recieved of you going out to follow your dreams
H\elped me to see what you couldn't change in me
A/fter your train steamed away at a steady pace
N\ot with the slightest emotion on your face, your
K/aleidoscope eyes stared into empty
Infinitely GenuineForeign form fixed upon
the wandering intricacies
of you, mixing with the
acute complexities I hardly
believed were true,
greeting new friends as often
as bubblegum gets chewed,
I solemnly hope that I could get close
to the humble hues emitted from you.
The marvelous intricacies,
and the acute complexities
of you, a blossoming rose, a soft
shade of azure-cerulean blue.
It never occured to me;
I never had the chance to say,
squinting towards distant horizons
may etch you face in stretches at
the end of the day.
I can't say hello to save my life,
and while you meet and greet
every saturday with that damn
violet coloured bubblegum softly
echoing off of those lips that would
rather speak in a foreign tongue just
to save time, just don't worry,
I can deal with the strife.
Rough PatchIt's been several even or odd months.
There's snow on the ground now,
and your hair is in your face.
Time is going too fast.
I can't live at this pace.
I felt relief when your air
graced my lips and rushed
in, but when you started the
bad habit of sighing, you started
depriving me of my oxygen.
I wouldn't feel any pain,
biting through my lip while
calling out your name, but
here's the thing, I buried you
down deep inside, and yet, in
my head, the memories of you
still rise. Before you fell through
the clutches of him and her, you
were mine, and time is going too
fast, too fast for my pace.
I remember the times I brushed your hair out of your face
and locked eyes with my saving grace.
The MorriganOf all the things left in my bed,
the majority are half-filled journals
and books unread. I live in a chaotic
kingdom ruled by unfulfilled dreams.
I just want to forget
the date I was born,
and even my own name.
I want to escape myself for a day.
Alice fell down the rabbit hole,
but did that mean she wanted
to lose herself in the maze?
I can make puddles
deeper than they seem,
and this is adequate proof
to why you never trusted me.
Balance and composure are
two things foreign to me,
remember when I had that
panic attack down on Third Street?
Lie to me,
it's the only thing I can't change,
the only thing that'll repeat the same.
I'll die alone,
breaking and burning
every unspoken home.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
Sweet Reverence and PlaguesAs the black clouds
and white sand waged their war,
all the wind could do was whisper for an end.
The wind's voice was like a gospel in the air,
but the rain came down,
the rain came down.
The wind threw a stone at the clouds,
but the whole sky fell.
The ground was solid in it's standing,
but the sand,
it burned as the chilling rain hit hard,
washed into the merciless ocean,
the sand was scattered away,
every single grain and shard.
The wind galed up in all it's force,
came up upon the clouds,
And pleaded for them to change their course.
A chorus of laughter errupted from the clouds
as lightning and thunder shook the air,
"Why should the wind give a damn about the sand,
why would the free wind even care?"
With a swift breeze ready to blow,
the wind swept the clouds away,
revealing the sky,
and the sun's warm glow.
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