Memories

 

Sitting around
Life passes by
Shoebox of memories
Heart strewn through time

Friends are lost
Tears are shed
Everything I care about
Leaking from my head

Could write it down
Scrapbook my life
Give some immortality
For future strife

From time to time
I’ve wished to erase
All those mistakes and lies
Holding me in  place

Looking back on history
This now twenty-three years
Though I’ve forgotten my life
Still I’m stuck with childish fears

My life as it were
And will soon be
Will end before long
Leaving my few memories

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Drowning

Drowning.

Looking for that which isn’t there.

Thinking of the forgotten one.

The sadness troubles the mind.

O faithful one of hate,

Why must thee torment,

Alas I am weary and unable,

To fight the eminent battle alone.

Crossed pathways leading to minds eye-

Show the heart as it truly is-

Shattered and bleeding-

The embrace of another’s hand is enough.

Confusingly the battle is never won,

Fighting morals against the strength of a heart,

Beating for one of like kind,

Against will of the world.

Lovers left for dead.

The sin is punishable.

The true and righteous walk with he who saves.

Beezlebub is my only outlet, for I love incorrectly.

We the Few

Rip us to shreds

You think you have gall

The insanity and Gore

Means nothing at all

You my friend have suffered such trauma

Schizo and alone

You’ve no time for the drama

Thinking you’re with power

Uniquity and style

Mending your own heart

Quite nothing but guile

Bleeding of spuriousness

Mind clogged with self loathing

Your imperfections we notice

But lack in the showing

Scared and alone

Your mind as a weapon

Turning your back

Hiding behind weak deception

Building up anger

From each little downfall

Leaving you to detonate

With no reason at all

Rather ordinary and boring

Your thoughts, mind, and body

Like a common field mouse

Your ingenuity quite shoddy

Fearsome of friendship

Love and the like

You parade your independence

But its mostly just hype

Slithering and slinky

You crawl in the night

Dishonest but clever

Saving yourself from strife

No longer may we ask

What is wrong with you

Knowing all what you’re about

We the Few

Blood and Bones

Forget you exist
Erase the pastMy heart was once shattered

but is no longer glass

Blood, skin and bones

Oil, grease and titanium

Loving memories of my life

Leaking from a hollow cranium

I loved you wholeheartedly

and this I still might

but in finding the flaws

I can come out right

I will rise above this

refuse to go back

thought I wanted a history

but in that understanding I lack

Love is ridiculous

Simply a joke

Shallowness should be virtue

For even a deep bloke

Misery Misery

Fuck the past

Although I have no future

The present might last.

Damsel Gone Wrong

Damsels were so convenient
in the days of olde,
No one dare deny you,
a rescue oh so bold.
Call upon a maiden,
to her window then she comes,
Her heartstrings start to flutter,
her pulse rate starts to thrum.
Suffer through a trial,
a test, poem, or fight,
And upon the brave winning,
the maiden sees the light.
Abounding from her tower,
her dungeon or mental prision,
She hurtles into your arms,
quite the lovely vision.

Nowaday’s it’s different,
the tests, trials, and fights,
No longer mean you’ll even win,
this damsel’s love outright.
Sometimes she does ignore you,
or picks the losing choice,
You can scream and cry out at love,
until you lose your voice.
Where have all the damsels gone?
those in need of love and care.
Tell me I must really know!!!
I will be soon to travel there.

Logic

Pulsing, buzzing, throbbing

to the beating of our hearts

Our mind requires no logic

as the heart begins to pump

its life upon the cold hard floor.

Existence of the human

is typically quite mild

You live until you die

to each his own path

We choose to leave ours

heavily etched with scars

marking our misfortuned acts.

Slowly drowning yourself in booze

or a creeping chainsmoker’s death

seems way more acceptable

than learning to live with one’s own tussles

but drawing permanent memories

in vivid technicolor upon our skin

Really not disturbed or need to cry on you

We hate those stupid alibis you force us to use

Your passion to save is unnerving…so we unnerve ourselves.

Flutterby

Transparent is the celebration

of the butterfly,

To which the unknown motivation

is always in the sky.

A wing of bright intensity

the other just as pure,

A thing of chromaticity,

its time is brief but sure.

The hu-tieh have their transformations

ever-changing in the sun,

No one there with expectations

their tasks ever seem undone.

Showered in the morning dew

and ready for the day,

If at love deep down you find it true,

flutterby oh butterfly,

Don’t let it fly away.

Unnerving

Take all those who have cared for you

those giving all they had for you

Throw them in your pit of fear

lies telling them what they need to hear

Afraid of all the choices made

your pride and morals you must trade

To suit the filth and dirt inside

the carelessness that still resides

 

If only you could see

the pain you left with me

The secrets that you hide

are built on truthful lies

The answers aren’t there

your cross now you must bear

More than just deserving

your sickness is unnerving.

 

Confusing freedom with pure anarchy

your will to be unbound is clear to me

Taking all you want with no return

is fodder for every bridge you burn

You’ve wronged me just so many times

Your needs and wishes always before mine

Bowing down to the throne you’re settled on

finally stood up to that shit….I’m done.

 

If only you could see

the pain you left with me

The secrets that you hide

are built on truthful lies

The answers aren’t there

your cross now you must bear

More than just deserving

your sickness is unnerving.

 

Bowing down to the throne you’re settled on

finally stood up to that shit….I’m done.