Fickle

A fickle heart, the only thing I've brought
A poem, the only words I've sought
Patience longing like your kiss I never got
Throw my soul into the river to cleanse the demons I've unlocked
Like salt on my skin, remorse with no end doesn't wash away so easily 
 
Blow a thousand kisses only not to receive one back 
The chip you've got on your shoulder is the only thing I lack
You’ve taught me a lesson to which my mind can't retract
And left me with a mark they can't see and I can't bury
Why is everything I want so precarious? 
 
And everyday left is just like fire burns
Burnt ends of my mind over a soul of my ash  
Not strong like a Phoenix, to come up from love's combustion
And if I were to choose, I'd still want you 

I'd rather feel this way, then not to feel any way at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hold your head a little higher

Wading in the waves 

Splash against your cheeks

You'll learn to sway

And at the end

You'll learn to pray

 

The long road of whats' at stake 

Past the promises you forsake

Pebbles from the pavement

Proof nothing stays intact

It all comes down to

how you choose to react

 

In the empty stays of independent lies

Bundled so closely they seem almost ghostly

Laid out in the wreckage of the crash of could have been

She comes to pick you up from a road gone rogue

She speaks to you in a dialect that sounds like sadness

 

Map indistinguishable, rubbed by time

So you take any road your wheels bear traction

Giving favor to any vaguely familiar site

You'll cross a river you've never seen

You'll stop and pine over territory uncharted

Thought you had the time 

Wonder how many pennies thrown only not to come true 

Caught in the current of all they couldn't do

Lofty, like wishes not spoken and prayers never heard

So you shout them louder vibrating desperation that has no use

Fate sealed in the frailty of voices echoing nothing new

 

Along the splintered dock

Nails rise up through wood bound to rot

It burrows in your skin but it knows not to bleed 

For it's the heart that walks the plank from love's mutiny

 

 

 

Blanket pulled over my chest
Close my eyes
Take a breath
Time to get some rest
 
But there's you in my illusions
You, swirling through sleep deprived hallucinations
You, entwined in the depth of these synapses
Firing the fantasies I've played over in my mind
Floating up, to the forefront of this frontal lobe
 
One by one in escalation
Thoughts circulate in motion  
Held captive by imaginary lines
Too tired to spring for the refuge of any resistance I could aquire
 
Wet blanket drapes my thighs 
As the moisture fills my eyes
Too tired not to spend
The last ounce of energy left

Sunset of a Soul

Sunday morning standing under the steeple

Ritualistic people repeating prayers like numbers

Echolalia of words in exchange for life everlasting

Repetition befuddles the meaning

Do we say it from the soul, or is it just mimicry  

You break the string and your beads scatter

You wonder how much does it really matter

I just stare at you

It's not my place to disguise the truth

I didn't come here to ruin you

I stand in silence waiting for your next move

Sunset of a soul 

Eighteen degrees below the horizon

Of what you're not to do

Sunset of a soul

The thread of truth breaking

Sin so pleasing, on the way down 

The aftermath, the dusty path 

The chagrin of where you've been  

Pick yourself up, wash yourself off

Find the beads you didn't need

String them together with the strands pulled from her hair 

Beg for absolution with any breath you have left 

The Girl Holding Gin

I sip her gin
I shyly grin
We both know 
The only thing more bitter than life right now 
is this tonic
Maybe that's why 
I only drink it when I'm with her

She likes my taste in music
And she don't mind my taste in men 
So we came to pass the time away 
Like we can't spend it
 
Here I am holding time with
The girl holding gin with a grin

I call her second best
when she's standing next to me
but we both know that's a lie
cause I see her as better in my eyes

She feels blown like the glass she's clinching her hand
and the gin it slowly lowers like the sand 
in the lowball of her time 
A lemon, the only remnant left
She looks me in the eye as she squeezes  

The girl holding gin with a grin 

She'll hold her head up, when she's walking on the nails
The dark drills her body, still she doesn't let it through
The pictures all look grim, so she looks the other way
Her numbers keep increasing but she won't be weighed down

We joke like we're from another world, just transcending through 
We smile at the men cause it feels like something new
We'll order another round, so we won't feel as blue 
We'll save truth for another time 

Here I am holding time with
The girl holding a gin with a grin