17 8 / 2014

still water speaks volumes
as the light
converses constantly
through day and night
creating a knot in your stomach
as if the tides
are hidden within ourselves

their stories are
forever changing
like that of
the shades of your eyes

painted in echoes

my distress
an anchor in my side
picturesque in a sense
as if the oils
on a canvas
were thrown across
the landscape
bleeding out
continually in the wrong

our sights have been blinded by monotony
astonishing heights
fell blindly to the wayside
as we slowly descend
away
from the mentality
that we know what’s right

16 8 / 2014

I’ve been having trouble
with
staring off into the unknown
I though I had it
but I’m losing grip
there’s no way
to her yet
I am something
that has become
more misleading

this is what I felt as I felt it

the first glass of ambition
slowly turned into a second and third
blurring the lines
as my perception became faded
lost in my own
a sense of
discovering those illusions
and easily forgetting their purpose

I wanted more of it’s embrace
the sublime control
that flowed evenly from top
to bottom
as I made my way
through the back door

my actions asked permission
before
my instincts could react

I just don’t know what kinds of terrible I have been leaving behind
all eyes
seem to disperse
in search for passion and seclusion
I have settled into a corner
saying goodbye
to excuses

little by little
the breeze behind it all
begins to send signals
burying me

figure it out

my attempt at creating a way to fall asleep

16 8 / 2014

whiskeyandmisanthropy:

Submission Saturday - Charles Bukowski’s Birthday Edition
Poem Submitted by everythingisbrilliant
Cheers.

14 8 / 2014

our contributions have been avoided

we are failures
of spoken word
backed against a wall
in deprivation

the rest is up to you
disguise your footprint
the intent is victory

excuse myself

13 8 / 2014

gimme gimme gimme

(Source: tattooedladiesmetal, via disneyblowjobs)

12 8 / 2014

half off long island taps
a gentlemen’s nightcap
banter
&
my dementia

seemingly
last night was something
I am becoming accustomed to

I think heavily around the noise
the disruption 
of suffering
as glimpses of you
pass by
unknowingly

enamored by the matter at hand
I’d rather look the other way
than
sleep safely

my beloved,
maybe we can pretend some more
you and me
I can’t stop laughing at the thought
of where I am today
transfixed by the verse

with all things considered
my counterfeit heart is telling me to stay away
disrutping the gap of my insecurity

you’re so alone, you left too soon to know

10 8 / 2014

here we are
lost in the crowd
sharing a memory
drowning with the volume up

there is a time you’ll need to be here
when you are young
dropping in and out
you’ve got this routine
babe
and I’m here to disrupt it
long nights and tired mornings

taste the air
connect the dots
drink it up
living this life live and to the fullest

last night I dreamt of sleep

09 8 / 2014

06 8 / 2014

shades of blue
as the world turns
beyond my reach
the sky hangs high and empty
but
breathes vastly among
us
the walking giants

my hand clamps down
tighter and tighter
as a sip of coffee has become my morning

mourning my companion
a novel
the usual stuff
words of long lost kings & queens
put to sleep
by the ongoing torture of time
as it is both defined
as infinite and limited

drawn in outline
a contour of this forgotten youth

31 7 / 2014

I am looking for a place to hide the pictures in my heart
my eyes are no longer kind
narrowing their sights
around this old
and
empty plight

don’t you even dare
continue down that road
my dear
it’s almost
like I’ve had you here before

sleep me away

sleep me away

the night has become morning
and I am
struggling to begin anymore

I’ve wanted more from all of this

why would I even try if you’re not even remotely golden?

28 7 / 2014

built on insults
there is a loss on the page
I’ve closed my eyes while driving
fading to black
all is over
I’ve got something in mind for tonight
trouble on our horizon

my bar tab
tells a tale of a lonely man
picking up the pieces
on borrowed time
with fictitious stories
of grandeur and reprieve

I have done worse and I have felt less

28 7 / 2014

I’ve pictured us here
face in a book of poetry
your mind in the shadows
lost in the word of others
words painted black and white

those shadows relate to your depths
depth is a word that’s been
synonymous to your name

I’ve rattled these cages before
&
it’s easy to walk over flowers
pretty and defenseless
uncommon as chivalry
or as the moon to day

we need not talk anymore
as our bodies are dried out
mere figments in a dream

I’ll let this prose speak furthermore
as if I can decipher it myself

27 7 / 2014

I’ve abandoned this routine
the silence of night

a prelude to my sleep

living each day outside of itself
feet off the ground
I am naming stars after you
who am I kidding anymore?
an interstellar affair

these planets breathe more and more
daring for us to speak
as our progress declines
and the gravity settles in
our anchors defeat us
swallowed by neglect
and abandoned like our hearts

please tell me the sky holds truth
I’m losing faith in it’s beauty again

24 7 / 2014

20 7 / 2014