Addicted

*** Never could I project a beautiful notion without such an innocently born devotion. It may indeed be the part of my brain addiction has known to be places I remain. Your thoughts are where there is solace, that slay the pain inside and do call us. To think ideas that become like addictions to…

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…

Buried Within

I can’t remember when last I saw her. All I can say is my mind it offers. A place for her to dwell deep inside where pain with her thought does subside. Is it common to think so often that eyes are useless and the mind a coffin? It began and ends when my cheek…

Farewell Darkness My Old Friend

I’m not always so clever; sometimes I seem a little cliché. Shall I go on pretending others will not beg question my ways? I wake in the dawn. I write while sipping coffee. How many more days, will there be until it stops me? A phantom entrenches me, saying my words are uninspired. When I…

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…

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…

Nothing I’ve Known

Why so vague? I see how you behave. Will you in the end lead to an open grave? Questions still remain. Now I’m not the same. Will I be buried or returned to the sane? The veiled night starts to make sense. Seeping in the dirt my childish innocence. Wake me to the day, make…

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,…