Give me a reason
Some sad sorry truth
I'll take you for granted
Discard what I use
Give me an answer
A story book line
It's not something I asked for
But it's something that's mine
Give me a question
I'll write back I dont know
If I'm not what you wanted
Than just let me go
Give me your silence
Your sweet sorry breath
I'll take your air that surrounds me
Until I have nothing left
Give me it all
And don't take it away
I'll warn you I'm crazy
But i hope that you stay
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Unknown feeling
The chaos that controls my wild indiscreet mind sends shatters of strong wind sharply stuttering through the essence of my bones.
I can't describe this inner turmoil, these breaking, breathing, increments that cause my heart to leap and turn and ultimately shut down..
Nonsensical feelings of remorse and unease, that set all passions beneath my wavering fingers aloft as I fight iron with irony and hesitation with haste.
Awe, but alas, in a the dark felt shadow that looms upon my soul.. I see light, somewhere.. Far... Beyond my relm of disbelief. It's casting strings of beams of fire, burning the path of flames across that deep dark fog that hangs ever above my willingness and need to be loved... And to give love.
For I am no messenger of great sort, no receiver of heed. I turn angst into agony, and leave before I feel I will bleed.. And yet, here you are.. Like a. Cold cut wrench deep in me.. You make my song ring though the iron lungs that lock it in the harth of the deepest confines of all my secretes kept.
And above it all.. Beyond what I have ever known or felt to cease to see.
I find...
I miss you, and frankly, that is very new to me.
I can't describe this inner turmoil, these breaking, breathing, increments that cause my heart to leap and turn and ultimately shut down..
Nonsensical feelings of remorse and unease, that set all passions beneath my wavering fingers aloft as I fight iron with irony and hesitation with haste.
Awe, but alas, in a the dark felt shadow that looms upon my soul.. I see light, somewhere.. Far... Beyond my relm of disbelief. It's casting strings of beams of fire, burning the path of flames across that deep dark fog that hangs ever above my willingness and need to be loved... And to give love.
For I am no messenger of great sort, no receiver of heed. I turn angst into agony, and leave before I feel I will bleed.. And yet, here you are.. Like a. Cold cut wrench deep in me.. You make my song ring though the iron lungs that lock it in the harth of the deepest confines of all my secretes kept.
And above it all.. Beyond what I have ever known or felt to cease to see.
I find...
I miss you, and frankly, that is very new to me.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Coward
To keep the crash
that manifests
behind the broken glass.
To shape the clay
that folds grotesque
into your daily mask.
To wear your pride
in cold hard steal
an armor made for shame.
To take the sword
forged by your hands
use it to slay the blame.
Now do not run.
Now do not fight.
Crawl back in your cave.
It gave you once,
it gave you life,
and all you gave was shame.
that manifests
behind the broken glass.
To shape the clay
that folds grotesque
into your daily mask.
To wear your pride
in cold hard steal
an armor made for shame.
To take the sword
forged by your hands
use it to slay the blame.
Now do not run.
Now do not fight.
Crawl back in your cave.
It gave you once,
it gave you life,
and all you gave was shame.
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