What is a life of a man not known?
How tormented a feeling
Fleeting and fearing
Wonder and horror untold?
What life is a breath on still lips?
Cold, motionless, frozen
A smile forever untaken
A kiss to the shadows
Taste of the unknown?
What is sorrow when not truly felt?
Is it empty and fraudulent
Well thought and not executed
Softly spoken and not received?
What is life when death's door passes over?
Is it scary in its darkness
Warm with its smothering embrace
Or neither in its ineptitude?
How still one must lie, how softly we speak
When staring a death's eye and shedding a tear
For a person so close and sometimes so far
The end is coming fast.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Monday, March 24, 2014
Hard
It's hard for me to tell you.
Because you'll only want to help.
And we both know that you can't.
Sometimes I can't help myself.
Sometimes I fall into this place where I want to quit.
Recently it's where I've been living.
And it seems so strange.
Strange to hear it this way.
From a person who seemed
So happy and together just moments ago.
It's easy to play games for the crowd.
But you are not the crowd.
You are my private sector,
My confidant,
My trustee.
Yet by not telling you,
I've built this brick wall between us.
Accidentally.
I do not want it there.
But I'm afraid of what you will say when it is gone.
And you see that I'm not as strong as you thought.
Not at all.
Because you'll only want to help.
And we both know that you can't.
Sometimes I can't help myself.
Sometimes I fall into this place where I want to quit.
Recently it's where I've been living.
And it seems so strange.
Strange to hear it this way.
From a person who seemed
So happy and together just moments ago.
It's easy to play games for the crowd.
But you are not the crowd.
You are my private sector,
My confidant,
My trustee.
Yet by not telling you,
I've built this brick wall between us.
Accidentally.
I do not want it there.
But I'm afraid of what you will say when it is gone.
And you see that I'm not as strong as you thought.
Not at all.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Frustrating
I notice you
Noticing
And you don't know
That it kills me
Missing
Out on those moments
Watching
Them pass by
And wanting
Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
To be a part of
It all
But watching from the
Outside
Just isn't the same
As being immersed
In the real thing
And it kills me
But you will
Never know
Because
It's just not a
Part of your
Life
Noticing
And you don't know
That it kills me
Missing
Out on those moments
Watching
Them pass by
And wanting
Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
To be a part of
It all
But watching from the
Outside
Just isn't the same
As being immersed
In the real thing
And it kills me
But you will
Never know
Because
It's just not a
Part of your
Life
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
IT
Instead it's about it.
Just about it.
Because it is something I can't stop thinking about.
It is something that has taken over my brain.
I thought it didn't exist.
It was a myth.
It was stupid.
And then it happened to me.
And it was everything I thought it would be.
Except different.
But the same.
You see, it isn't really something you can control.
It just comes.
In this exponential torrential downpour.
And takes over your every thought.
Your brain is no longer your brain.
It's its brain.
But you still can think.
But no matter how hard you try, it is still there.
At the forefront of your mind.
Scratching at the front door.
Reminding you that it is not going anywhere.
And you are somehow calm in the thought.
Something just took over your life, your body.
But you just shrug and continue on.
It is a powerful thing.
It gives your heart arrhythmias.
It puts insects in your stomach.
It can even cause excitement so high that you faint.
It causes speech impediments.
It makes you excessively perspire.
And yet you crave it.
You long for them.
The one that gave you it.
And it makes no logical sense.
The time between you and them could be days.
It makes it feel like minutes.
The time spent apart feels like ages.
It is a powerful thing.
Just about it.
Because it is something I can't stop thinking about.
It is something that has taken over my brain.
I thought it didn't exist.
It was a myth.
It was stupid.
And then it happened to me.
And it was everything I thought it would be.
Except different.
But the same.
You see, it isn't really something you can control.
It just comes.
In this exponential torrential downpour.
And takes over your every thought.
Your brain is no longer your brain.
It's its brain.
But you still can think.
But no matter how hard you try, it is still there.
At the forefront of your mind.
Scratching at the front door.
Reminding you that it is not going anywhere.
And you are somehow calm in the thought.
Something just took over your life, your body.
But you just shrug and continue on.
It is a powerful thing.
It gives your heart arrhythmias.
It puts insects in your stomach.
It can even cause excitement so high that you faint.
It causes speech impediments.
It makes you excessively perspire.
And yet you crave it.
You long for them.
The one that gave you it.
And it makes no logical sense.
The time between you and them could be days.
It makes it feel like minutes.
The time spent apart feels like ages.
It is a powerful thing.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Places
Safe and secure and stable
Longing for peace in conflict
Looking in all of the wrong places
Going to the directory
Not absorbing the language
Looking in all of the wrong places
Following the crowd to a crowded room
Drinking the drinks
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Longing for peace in conflict
Looking in all of the wrong places
Going to the directory
Not absorbing the language
Looking in all of the wrong places
Following the crowd to a crowded room
Drinking the drinks
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Year
And the moment gave to the cadence
And the hush fell into the silence
And the gravity befell the brevity of the call.
The glamour faded quickly
The audacity slipped away
The quiet acquiesced for a day.
And the day for a year turned a second
While the birds cried for hours not a tear
And the last words on lips laid unspoken
This year, this year, granted wishes, this year.
And the hush fell into the silence
And the gravity befell the brevity of the call.
The glamour faded quickly
The audacity slipped away
The quiet acquiesced for a day.
And the day for a year turned a second
While the birds cried for hours not a tear
And the last words on lips laid unspoken
This year, this year, granted wishes, this year.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Crush
Butterflies, fly butterflies
And fill the space that awakens
The tossing and turning of currents inside
The tortuous feeling of welcome and sprite
Follow, now follow
Sweet valentine of the soul
And sing oh my serenity
The beating that you know
That tremor that courses
Awaken! Awaken!
Tonight is the night! Awaken!
To see the other half
To make a complete whole
Complete.
And fill the space that awakens
The tossing and turning of currents inside
The tortuous feeling of welcome and sprite
Follow, now follow
Sweet valentine of the soul
And sing oh my serenity
The beating that you know
That tremor that courses
Awaken! Awaken!
Tonight is the night! Awaken!
To see the other half
To make a complete whole
Complete.
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