this is goodbye

I watch,
helpless,
as the beast tears
your flesh from the bone.

While the blood gushes
from your countless wounds,
I scream in silence
as you’re being eaten alive.

A mix of blood and saliva
drips off the teeth of the beast,
into your eyes,
blinding you.

Snarling and shredding of skin,
The beast has taken you over;
there is no return, for it has begun
to claw at your heart and brain.

All I can do is watch,
as the beast is set to devour you;
you could get away,
if only you’d try.

But no, you’re not a victim,
you're quite content with being eaten alive.
I’ll leave you now, just like she’ll leave your rotting carcass
when she’s done sucking you dry.

in an instant

Sweetness seeps from your pores.
I soak you up, a setting sun.
Your bronzed skin crawls over my pale limbs.
Come to me, you say, with sweet, whiskey breath.
You let me fall into your chest.
I can hear your heart beating,
Thuh-thump, thuh-thump.
I could get lost in your reverie.

Leave me here with you, now.
Let this moment last a little longer,
If only it be for an instant.
Find me holding on,
Cherishing it to the last nano-second
of time only to find that I am still here
just holding on.

Wrap your arms around my tattooed frame.
Run your fingers through my hair,
As I smile into your loving eyes,
This will only last a minute.

please, don't wake me

I’m glad I’m a dreamer:
one last chance to see you again.
Right in front of me, tall and thin,
smiling in my direction.
Grab hold of my hand, tight;
twirl me around in the glowing air.

I open my eyes to the sunrise,
a beautiful sight, I’m sure,
but nothing compared to your eyes,
to your touch, your love.
Pieces of me floating through space;
I make it through the day
to get to the night,
one last time with you.

I’m glad I’m a dreamer:
I get to hear your voice.
You talk to me, you love with me.
Nights are cold,
when you’re lonely and forgotten.
Lost in a world of subconscious,
please, don’t wake me.

love poem

i want to write a song for you,
but the words just don't seem right.
phrases keep fighting in my mind,
a lover's quarrel i'm sure.

pen to paper, pen to paper,
crumpled, then gone. start again.
this is no writer's block;
i've been choking on half-chewed chords for days.

you've filled me up with emotion,
my mind is overflowing
with words i want to write
but i just can't find the words.

curse you, indescribable hope,
undeniable feeling, cryptic love.
be gone, once more,
so i can write again.

lost

Crinkled maps trembling with tears,
Clutched tightly in my clenched fists,
Turning it sideways, trying to make sense.
Nothing looks familiar.

Creating sensible paths that lead to dead ends
But never losing faith in the trail.

Trying to find the green grass on the other side,
But every time, I find, the grass only seems greener.
In reality, most of the grass turns out to be a pale yellow,
Not really much better than the grass I’d been in before.

when it looks like love, i won't run

I will stare such a beast in his eye,
Stand this ground.
I will not hold my tongue.
When that beast challenges me,
I will fight; yes fight, to the death.
Bearing in a brawl of blood and guts,
The glorious victor will show true.
Yes, I may fall and bruise.
And yes, I may get hurt.
But, along the way my worth shall show genuine and
This will also be true for that of the beast.
For to fight for worth, the beast knows,
Is the trust test of love that any man could fathom.
So I tell you now, and forever, let it be heard,
That I will not run, no, I will fight that beast
And bring his head down to earth where it will stay.

And I will love that love
Until the truest definition of love has lost its meaning,
When love is commonplace
And no longer extraordinary,
But then there would be no love;
So, I shall love that love until there is no love,
But love has always been
And will always be,
Therefore,
I will love that love
As long as I am able
To be.

irony

No More

pretty, white dresses - thin physique
long, brown, wavy locks - shining
bronzed, soft skin - sun-kissed pink
bikini line - shows where not to touch
holding hands - bare knuckles tight
rose bouquets - anniversaries
love, the most basic form - raw hearts
butterflies - fluttering nervous system
i love you’s - say it like you mean it
protection - your arms around me
logic - everything that made sense


Replaced With

stained, baggy jeans - thunder thighs
short, stubby dead ends - broken
pale, scarred epidermis - lifeless pores
one tone - makes for no boundaries
bony fingers, sweaty palms-shaky
nothingness - empty pillows
indifference - a burning numbness
yellow jackets - swimming in bile
silence - forgot the tone of your voice
independence - fuck you
improvisation - find my way alone