Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Paper
There was no darkness to save me
This time…
To wrap me in coldness
Sheltered from the fire
In your eyes
That image burned me
Left me naked
Ashamed and lost
A promise broken
By the weight of collapse
An inward tumble
With nothing to grasp
The slick walls of my heart
Made of glass
Wouldn’t allow me to hold on…
Only the tiny cuts
Of fragmented memories
Embedded in the soul
Keep me aware
Of my own humanity
The jagged memory
Of a tattered lie
Keep me holding
Forever holding
That which is tainted
That which is wounded
That which is frightened
That which is weak
The scars I keep
Are from a time of then
I put on my paper
And I come back to them
Someday I’m hoping
To be able to pretend
That this tattered paper
Can be perfect again…
HAHAHAHA
And goal i saught
Was all for naught
Cause everytime i got shot
Just laid to rot
With things you taught
And times we faught
Only sorry cause i got caught
But times have changed
Just like the rain
And i'm insane
But still you play the same game
So whats to say
Im not okay
I wait the day
For memories to fade away
I wonder why
I havent died
When alls inside
Are thoughts for me to cry by
But now its time
To stop this crime
This pain of mine
Is balanced on the fine line
Of love and hate
At times debate
And at this rate
Ill be standing at the late gate
My heart you take
Cause in this state
I will not wake
And i'll never forsake fate
Monday, November 17, 2008
Never Understanding
It appeals to the night side of my lifeless moon
To entrap my soulless wonder before the high noon
Day brought discovery
The night my acceptance
This year of the following
and rapturing decadence
The questions left ringing
If ears hear thoughtless
The mourning their bringing
As I cry to confess this
Why so cryptic?
My life black and white
The lie here is darkness
Upon minds blight
Come here and see me
Stranded in gray
Look upon the sunset
Of rebels last day
Death to the romance
Kill the fool now
Sweat dark with blood
Upon sorrows brow
Does this make things clear?
Or just frighten your senses
Love holds to fear
By popular consensus
You won't understand this
And neither will I
"You'll live to regret this…"
The rebel screams and dies.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Killing The Rebel…
Ill never know if it will be ok
With so much love drifting away
Out of site and out of mind
Poetic versus returned in kind
I welcome back the heart shaped scar
Traveling along the edges of hurt
Marred by impatience
Kept by dreaming
Distracted by the voices screaming
Contemplating life's true meaning
Soaking up the mess
From a heart left bleeding
Taken by the side that knows
The hole that hurts
When the cold wind blows
That icy frost keeps the blooms in holding
Denying life the beauty of showing
Dormant and waiting for the seasons growing
Instead of winters cold hearted knowing
I deny myself the breath to breathe
I won't allow the time to grieve
Just stand and watch you as you leave
Praying to God for a brief reprieve
The kinder side… the romantic rebel
Takes the pain to a higher level
Holding tightly bleeding heart held high
Laughing and crying at the sight of sky
The heartless side… in deep concentration
Smiles at the rebel so full of elation
Knowing the outcome experience driven
The folly of love and the chances given
So am I the fool?
Or am I the killer?
Let love rule?
Or be the sinner?
Ill be the exiled
The still frozen river
Until I'm worth something
Something to give her
The cold air is diminished
The sun is the liar
The killer the truth
And the rebel my fire