Carried Carrion
Belial beauty, Beseech brazenly of me
To carry a burden so bare and so broken.
Restore and respite. Comfort and complete.
Piece together; to release thee
Distracted by a gaze and yearning to create and configure
Snow-blinded by such a fleeting figure
To my surprise
To my dismay
The figure did flee
Robbed of things so special
Plundering precious time and trust
Unrequited, yet seldom thrust
From my thirsty vessel.
Leaving a dead feeling
A scarred mind and bruised heart
Left to mire in misery so stark
A body in need of healing
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Past the point of no return
I feel I've no where else to go
The universe does not here my cries; It only spurns
So, my heart and it's yearnings, I do stow
Hesitation creeps behind the things I want to say
Limitations spawned of this selfish coward's dismay
And so I'll take a risk
I'll make some sort of sacrifice
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Words don’t come back
After they’ve been told
Feelings don’t retract
Once they’ve been sold
Tonight I bite my tongue
Perhaps forever more
Squeezing screams from my lung
To silence me for sure
I hate the pride I had
Just barely hours ago
My language drives me mad
A completely reversed ego
I find I can’t breathe
These words are my air
But poison in your feed
will feed their despair
No, here I call it quits
I’m done with who I've been
In broken into bits
The last you’ve seen of me
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This certain degree of hilarity
when you suggest that I’ve been ‘settling’
it’s almost as if you just don’t believe
the trojan in my head is meddling
And you put it there
it just isn’t fair
that you still don’t know
I didn’t ‘let go’
I’ve seen a side of you no one has known
and the sincerity has me smitten
it’s incredible to me how we’ve grown
from friends, like infatuated children
now we’re so much more
mind-blowing at core
always something new
when I’m here with you
when I see, I feel, even just near you
right may be left, and just maybe you’re right
it feels like now, anything can be true
back then, I never thought you’d spend the night
but see this is it
I’d never admit:
you’ve proven me wrong
and I’m grateful for it
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There’s just this thought in my mind as of late:
I’m sorry I’m not what you’ve read of me,
the person I’ve tried to perpetuate,
who I was before ‘you and me’ were ‘we’
That’s not to say I don’t like who we are
but rather, I’m learning how to be ‘us’
be patient with me, as we’ve come so far
since those corny shots I took on the bus
A few messages about who we knew,
and then an exchange about what we like
See, the friends like you come ‘round very few;
so lose some, gain some, it messed with my psych
It’s been a month and I’m ready to try,
to expose the side of me you don’t know
but you’ve read about, you’ve seen through my eye
the things I can feel, through words I can show
Be patient with me, it might take a while
but then you’ll see what hides behind my smile
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I write to you
a simple soul
who wants some more
I come to this
thinking that
is all there is
Who are you
to tell me
I am lazy, crazy, malaise today
This is it
the dawning of a century
in a day
This is it
the changing of our destiny
fading like history
This is it
the way you tend to see
we phase musically
They say to raise
praise and be praised
but life is not that way
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I can only stand the daybreak
with a drink in my hand
She says
son, don't be a boy
be a man, have a plan
How do you combat loneliness
when circumstance has been so rough
they just say tough
deal with it
stay in line or get the hell out of it
if you do, you quit
when you're trying to please someone else
the rules are all up to them
I just miss those nights
we would cradle like the moon
airtight locking lips like sinking ships is alright
if you were my queen
I would say
just blow it all up
because my world is a lady
I am but a baby of the earth
blessed by birth
I have a lot of bets to settle
a big schedule
a lot to learn
and to dismantle
you were my alpha and omega
but i'm unworthy of your aura
blessed me by birth
but not enough to prove worth to the wicked
that you're sinister through your ignorance
i've always wanted to deal the final blow
in a battle worth fighting for
show me that this life
is worthy of the stride through the strife
show me that the green grass
is worth saving
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An enormous part of myself
knows I should
stay away
only so much can heal the welt,
can't reverse
the decay
I tried so hard to let it go
and only say
what's 'right'
but I can't change the things we know
and things I said
that night
now, I should try to leave things be
and try to save
some face
but I find myself in so deep,
I can't forget
the taste.
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Hanging out
He says it’ll be fine. I can stay the night.
Jesus hanging out behind cold shoulders.
Unbearable silence broken by the cries of a soap-star who’d been deceived by a stud.
"Keep the door open!" his mother screamed.
He grunted and nodded the way to his room.
Her chair creaked behind us; suggesting a rubber neck.
"Don’t worry about her. She thinks you’ll mess with my head". Foot steps stop at the corner of the hall. "She’s just being a mom, dude. You know how it is"
A trip to the bathroom was met with sharp eyes.
My smile triggered a bitter scowl.
“Joto…” she muttered.
Ol’ Jesus. Still hanging out. As solemn and in pain as ever.
He and I could use a hug. I bet we’d get along.
The only thing he hates is hatred, right?
I bet he’d get me…
He says she’ll get over it sooner or later.
That she’s just old fashioned and religious.
Pitiful me, to be deemed pestilence by petulant piousness.
Judgements got the best of me.
Prejudice overpowered.
Animus attacks my anima.
A slammed door stirred the familiar crucifix.
I guess Jesus decided not to hang around anymore.
As broken as I am.
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It's nice to see you smile
the one who says i'm so ugly it hurts my chances at success
the one who says i'm too fat to be effectively attractive
It's a pleasure just to be near where you are
knowing something so beautiful exists so close
I could be burned by the best of you
The best of you
something I haven't heard too often
always wondering where the stop is to be dropped off at heaven
Can you bless me with bliss
a chance at fame with only myself to blame
for failing or faulting or falling apart when pained
No matter the outcome of it all
it warms my heart to be given the chance to see you flourish
to watch the flowers grow, and notice the difference
I know every day that goes by is not perfect
but the fact of getting through, with humor too
makes me so happy to see you smile
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Continue with circumstance
Let it guide you into thinking
You’re less of a man
You will be green with jealousy
Every time something beautiful walks by
Will you think of me?
Those blue days you’re drowning
In the most unrealistic context
You’re proud of the way you lie to be accepted
Will it come down to this or that
No middle ground in which to stand
Throwing insults, ranged combat
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A little difference...?
Indifference sparks hatred
Failure to discern
Quick to observe
Fallacy and response
Mind like a bee hive
Stirred like a snow globe
Past rationality
Pessimists panic
Mundane and murky mire
Humanity amid misery
To persuade and to recruit
Unrestrained resolution
Until indifference finds its way
To play with a busy-bee mind
Just don’t forget about your own humanity…
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Hopeless Endeavor
Kneeling listless on my silenced lyre Attempting to wrap my worried mind Around my lack of lust for new Surrounded by evidence of attempts Neverdoneing strives for completion As if I've made an art out of procrastination Prying through layers of rehashed thoughts In search of some spark or some idea Cold carpet catches frustrated fingers Chained to masochistic tendencies, I pick up the ol' string box that should be labeled "Rinse - Wash - Repeat". Such is my cycle. Such is my struggle and strife.
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I'm getting
that I'm a trainwreck,
and not much can be done
to keep these
rampant thoughts in check;
except where they come from
I can't halt
the feelings I find
I can only escape
for a couple
glasses of wine,
and you anticipate
the crash that
always comes after
the hurt that never fails
until he
turns wine to water
a heart that beats all ales
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Those things I said
the night we met
were almost purely lies
I needed what I couldn’t get
with soulful, honest cries
A liar then, a liar now
I won’t pretend I’m not
The truth be told?
I don’t know how,
as I was never taught.
I’ve built this
on a bed of lies,
like tinder for the fire;
you’ll never see who
you’ll despise.
with love, truth makes the liar.
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