Dead Dreams IIAn emptiness that eatsNothing is left for the fruitfulness of our bondsTogether we hold stillBut apart we break into shattered pieces of our pasts.Why is an onslaught of misdemeanored causes.No one's will is enough to wretch us freeForsaken and tainted we standOur fingers interlocked in a dance of subtlety
Dead Dreams ITick tick tick goes the bombDead dead dead goes its inhabitants.Bye to our livesHello to our endsWishful thoughts mean more than airBut our breaths cannot grasp our needsForever fallen here we land in our falls.
Death of My RitualPray, just pray a day once moreThe faith of our father's will keep us dear.A silence of love shall dream anewAs the pilgrimage of children laugh till dawn.The words are meaningless if the letter is oldFor the need of the ancients have come to pass.
Come of AgeThe dance of the abdominals ends in tragedyAs leaves of the foliage come to pass.Come the end of constellations undoneAnd still see you not.The mentions of entries are here to stay.If only our hearts could be swayed that way.Feet of fallen create the pyreAs the ashes of tears hold those truths.
My Weak TruthI can't save youAll of you out thereCan't become the chosenNot even if I cared.My faults may bury meMy fears bring on my deathAnd my heart threatens to pauseIn a swift suicideAs my mind wraps itself in a twist.The paper in my pocketStalling the truth that shall come.The sleepless come welcomedAnd the dawning forgottenfor shadows are rememberedAnd the light turned off.I can't bring myself to care anymoreIt keeps tearing me apart.
Lost SelfHere comes my memoryI lost it long agoLocked within the raindropsbleeding from the sky.Broken came the piecesdropped without regretScreaming for the recognitionof the greedy blind.Falling toward the centershaping what can beonly to ignore it allAs the freedom fails to ringinside my lifeless heart.
I Tell You NotPlace me in a cornerand leave me here to dieMy suicidal triviahas succumbed into my mind.Unlike your washy processI always get it rightFollowing through this nightmareof justice served real colda wonderland of echoesof a land forever grandwith an outdated legendBringing forth the lies.cuz if I were to tell youthe truth of which I knowThen I'd have to kill youSo they can still ignore meUpon this empty cornerof which I make my home.
Letter To Myself As YouHi…How Are You?I'm…well I don't exist.So I guess that meansI can't really say I'm fine.It I did, I'm sure I would be.Fine that is. Then againConsidering that I don't existYet I'm here "talking" to youMeans I'm a figment of yourImagination. That is…well thatMeans…that you are indeedInsane. I'm sorry, it mustBe hard for you to understand.I'm sure if you check your pocketYou'll find that slip of paper I gaveYou. You know which one.The one to remind you that you are saneWhile you're insane. Check I assure youIt's there. I lie not. You found itDidn't you. Heh I knew you would.After all your mind is gone. HowElse would I be able to placeThat scrap of paper in your pocket?I'm bored now. I find your lack ofA clear mind bothersome. Your denialSuffocates me. After all you fellInto society's open arms. What didYou expect to have happen to you?To go there is to say farewellto yourself. The you in your mind.The one you who holds the doorAnd knows when to sc
Slumbering DoorwaysI do not think I shall find sleep tonightIt does not call upon my door this nightNot a single knock or turn of the knobOf this sleep, I was surely robbed.Begainst the malice of this deedJust a single night's sleep is what I needYet mocked I am again this nightTo forfeit my sleep untingled without fright.My eyelids unweighed, too shallow to sinkFor they continue to gaze unable to blinkForever in my slumber shall be forgottenAs I lay in my bed unsettled & darkenedListening to the whispers that call in my wakeI settle in this darkness of which I forsakeMy lust for this dream of which cannot beThe day that the door comes knocking for me.
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsgrabbed the cup, a bit too largeas it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,the milky mess covering the carpet:her mother let out a disapproving sighand rolled her eyes,“Will you ever do anything right?”and that’s when she beganto limit her aspirations,so that her dreams would never be too large,so she’d never make any mistakesshe’d never again drop the cup,but she’d never have enough to drink.
fa(r)ceface me, faux pas princess;meet my eyes,take a deep breath.let's begin.where do i go in the wakeof your empty empathy embersburning through the wallsi built to hold me safe -this honesty blisters blatant,and i wonder how perceptionhas managed to fail youin such a spectacular way.face me, flighty fighter;hold my gaze,hold my gaze,only cowards look away.this is a warning,or a goodbye.if you play at salvation for long enough,maybe someday you'll be ableto save yourself.this is a machination that whirs whirlpool predictabilityand you imagine that youknow me, daydreamer -let's revise,let's rewrite;i am so much morethan definitions.face me, flickerswitch;maybe i would love you moreif the lights were out.(maybe i could love you longerif you kept your mouthclosed.)and sometimes i believethat you can only love mewhen i'm playingthe victim,because you're so busyin your role of saviourthat
that's no earthquake, it's just my trembling lipsI ama battlefieldon a fault line-desire on my tongueand indecisionstuck between my teeth-what words will my breath carrywhen the land bucklesand parts?
Two sidesA dark lifeFull of secretsHiddenBehind closed doorsA cheerful smileEmpty and fakeA maskSo others won't worry
The Jake I Chose to RememberI want to humanize you,Jake,but you werenever very goodat letting people seethe humanpast the poet.You were too busysetting your legs on fire,and boy,masturbation works for a while,but thenthe realization that you’re inthe same sheetsfrom yesterdaybackhands you.And you know, Jake,they’re legalizing marijuana now.Turns out it’s notso illegal,just the peoplewho did it were.It’s funny,or maybe it’s accurate;you did always teach me to gofor the better word.It’s accurate thatmy first and only tattooI ever wanted will have beenwritten by me, revised by youbecauseI am not what I've worn;I am who I have worn down.
crumblingscrowded house,crowded mind;you are a neglectedinfrastructure.there's a road ahead,and it's a broken-down disaster.your steps unsteady,you are opening your eyes.you are coming outof the dark.this isn't what you wanted,but it's time to revise.deterioration,decimation;you are an overrunanarchy.there's a world in you,it's not what you wanted.this isn't what you planned,but it can still bebeautiful.(re)take the city(re)claim the land(re)build.
whispers are a certaintyher utterance swervesin the vanguard of tumultbefore it is moltenand molded into a river of clay,then sculptedinto a bust.(and it neverpanned out the wayshe wanted it to.)this vacillationis an effigyof grandiose statu(r)esand her locution stands tallwhen the barricadesare torn down.it only recoilswhen defensesare dam(m/n)ingbecause weightis not meant to floatin the gravitas of gravity.
morningtidethis dawn i squinted intoand pushed upfrom chested seafloor.stood atop my anchorsand let heal my arch wounds.i am the sea and all thingsradiant.no mirror can contain meand no mind the same.look, my limbs havewandered this dry earth andsought out the weary dustand made lakes.i am the quench of all thingsdesperate.these days i pick myself upand plant broad fernsin my feet's absence.all of the earth blooms darlingbeneath me and through me.i am the wellspring of beautyexigent.
Tears and AshesYou don't need to lie,to make yourself interesting;Or gain some brand of..empathy..Sympathy created this way,is often devastating;Even if pain is commonly..relatable..Your character won't elevate;It'll only deplete..Unraveling faster,than every falsity,that waltzed you into..your next disaster..The lies become,the only consistent..factor..As you throw yourself,into the flames,you lose all the parts that..matter..And when the smoke clearsthe wreckage will be..irreparable..For everything you hoped,to embrace;Will be laid to waste..As everything you lovedabout your coveted lie has been..erased..You sit alone again;Tears and ashes,all you've claimed.
InsideI'm living in a coward's worldDying from a dream I cannot reach.Too weak to strive to beI slowly fall into the webOf tangled truths and usurped eyesTrying to break the wallThat I built too youngUnable to find my will.