Lest I Drown

I never said to you no. That I felt it and let it go. Things you wouldn’t know inside me tend to grow. If archers strike correctly, if I tend speak indirectly. Ask would I come respectfully where we arrive ineffectually. Construct we can a bond let not my arms beyond where they grasp so…

A Rapid Pulse

Your memory’s quite a companion. With time they’ve turned phantom. It is a treasonous thought I abandon those feelings I felt I won’t feel them. A decade passed since I was betrayed, emotionally I almost found a grave. My pulse runs rapid now I’m scathed. Thinking things where I was enslaved. I ponder whether I…

Captain Clown

A light piercing a loud tumultuous storm. Home is gentleness, there memories are born. I sail upon sound my head facing down. I am a saddened clown an apparatus I found. For it is my duty, dressing and full of passion. A circus encircles so I’m loud in colorful fashion. Drown out the pain deep…

Why

I am but an earthen vessel drawn from dirt I stand still. As the rain falls I do weep. As the earth turns I do sleep. I stand and look at the sky, as I move forward I ask why. Such a place as this is irony tis why this earth’s a part of me….

What Has Been Felt Before

Too soon I feel how often it’s real, wounds so deep how near they’ll heal. Wrought with ache, oh, for my own sake while sleeping I will heal before wake. Conquer the slaughter that the world will offer. It is a remedy it is that the remedy is not her. For people will always be…

The Sound Of Time

Father Time reaches with his tightfist grip. Grabbing masses whole singing along his trip. His voice revealed are simple sounds. Birds singing softly flying amongst clouds. The circle, the cycle around and around we go. Some are luckily released, from vices as their thrones. I try and I’ll call loud out into the vast crowd….

Irreverent Imagination

Beat your feet upon the pavement. Fuel your mind with any arrangement. Assuage your rage even if peculiar don’t be a subject ruled by some Ruler. Colors in your mind so clear. Revolve in around those you’re near. No one can take from you your imagination; do what you do. Cause a ruckus like no…

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a casual strut. I’m proud so I dig deep beneath empty graffitied streets. The reality; laborious…

Seek Within

I ask the sky why do you allow, in your expanse familiar clouds? Will my mind bend at your whim? Where you start; a place with no end. So I walk miles in an upright style. In your watch look what defiled. You are constant should I follow you? I can’t be there where once…

Howling At The Moon

Have I died enough to stave off nights I’ve cried, you in my thoughts? I remember when you gazed at me and said that I am one; not just a talking head. I remember when nights, the thought of you. Thoughts of holding tight in nights I never slept through. Would I be one you’d…

What The World Can Not Touch

In the light all I do can be seen. Thankful am I for times I can dream. All the weight the world can compile can hold down and even the strongest defile. The chaotic winds chill the purest souls, toss us about at times beyond control. So hard we try trying to touch the sky….

Writing Out Sorrow

When I was a child I could be enticed by the sway of every empty insecure vice. Cold side-streets that I’ve walked alone; found did I a vessel to call my home. Every room I ventured I heard voices emplore. Screaming and weeping behind heavy doors. Everywhere around where weeping dwelled, people did despair. So…

Uneasy Epiphanies 

Vexed I can get and spiteful sprees, after she embarked to part from me. It’s no stranger, upon occasion, my heart has had seeping abrasions. Consumed I can get sleepless phantoms, cold holes so low; defeatest anthems. It’s a result of all my emotion trusting in hands chiding commotion. Scoffly I curse as dreams are…

Hindsight’s Sight 

Forget please do the tumultuous storms. Leave behind what from our regret’s born. I would not be what I have forgot, but I try and see that which I am not. A learned person looks back to discover with their passions that which to recover. Leave behind what regret finds. Open your eyes, not stuck…

If Not By Day

If by day I am sane then I cry how profane. I’m a dull, starved and unexceptional sort of man. I seek nights where my mind wanders away and you it finds. You are smiling at the way I talk. If I would stutter you’d shrug it off. I’d be perfect if not for the…

The Impetuous Sky

I can not turn, my imperfection burns. What does it want me to earnestly learn? Confiscate my pen, I’ll just do it again. Write until the end right where I begin. To learn these tears so that I can bear the ultimate pain without a single care. Grasping veins pretend to sustain from intoxication flooding…

Perfection’s Reflection

Beside yourself,you know yourself. You can chill yourself to the bone.Introspection might bind you all alone. How much can you withstand?From your soul dredging sweeps.Does it keep your head from slumber orwhen no one’s looking make you weep? This kind of reflection and deep introspection,make imperfections thaw.Be not afraid to look in the mirror nowbecause…

Fully Automatic Heart

I can’t believe I’m doing this. This one hurts a little and is a little dark. I sweared to myself to never share this. It seems my trip down memory lane had me sifting through some old notebooks. In them, amongst copious notes of Lord Of The Rings, and I mean hundreds of pages worth,…

Fly Free

What is perceived depends on the eyes. Motives from within differ from those outside. A soul can be known by their words you read. Beneath none is ever what you expect them to be. I stand in the town square grabbing the center pole. Being what I’ve come to be there is nothing else I…

A Requiem To Deterioration

Usually I post what’s going on in my life on this site. My work I’ve relinquished to sleuth.press Yet sometimes my life becomes intertwined with my manifestations of emotion. It’s just a feeling. It’s true and honest and yes, something I feel now and will forever. I guess I’m just deteriorating. I read your words…

Dropping Knives Into Tides

Some people I knew could cut deep into me. I bid them slide off the beach returning to the sea. I would run marathons. I would breath deep. Pondering the knives that rip into people’s sheets. Me I quickly I go to that inspiring place. To where I save face onward in stoic pace. Where…

A Kin To Love Again

These pictures on the page they aren’t the same. Like when you say and speak my name. — The rapture is real it’s all I feel. Spread arms in a field suddenly life’s a big deal. — The feeling is kin to what I feel again. Under my skin you, my dearest friend. — Reminiscing…